A Dish Best Served Cold {KHR}

Target 1 - Beginning

Just a couple of warnings before we start and read them cause I won't repeat myself:

-KHR does not belong to me. All rights to KHR and characters belong to Akira Amino, the rightful creator of KHR.

-The plot does belong to me, but that's about it XD

-A little bit of OOCness.

-R27 ahead and dotted around chapters! (Reborn x Tsuna) Don't like? Don't read!

"Hey guys!" - Japanese

"Hey guys!" - translation

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Tsuna's POV:

     I woke up, as usual, on my desk and gazed lazily at the alarm clock next to me. 6am, a habit I have developed after living with my spartan tutor. These past couple of years with Reborn as my tutor were most likely the most torturous years of my entire life. I looked at my desk to see that I had finished the entire eight stacks of paperwork last night.

     Thank god, I thought, huffing slightly. I guess something good did come out of Reborn being here; I had my friends, family and a loving significant other. No, it's not Kyoko nor Haru. I don't know when, but my crush on Kyoko had faded away into a kind of sibling love after a while.

     Haru had accepted the fact that she wasn't going to be my girlfriend or wife and moved on. After Kyoko and Haru had found out about us being in the mafia, they wanted to help out as much as possible.

     Now they're in the CEDEF squad along with Hana who had got roped in along the way, and Lal Mirch. If I had to guess, then the moment I started to like Kyoko more as a sister than a love interest was after the Arcobaleno curse was broken.

     I had started to notice all the little things about one arcobaleno in particular; Reborn. I guess it started out as a crush at first but then it kind of grew. It took a while for me to actually ask him out- you heard me. I, dame-Tsuna of Namimori high, was the one to ask Reborn out and not the other way around.

     After that it was sort of... normal for us to just have a night out on the weekend. To be fair Reborn was the one to ask me to be his boyfriend (but I made the first move so I still win). I sighed and got dressed.

     I wore a pair of dark gray skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, my white and orange varsity jacket that had '27' written on the back and my pair of orange high-top sneakers. I slipped my gloves into my pockets just in case, and walked downstairs.

     I'm 17 now and in class 2-A of Namimori Highschool along with Kyoko, Chrome, Hayato and Takeshi. They insisted that I call them by their first name. Hibari, Onii-san and Mukuro were in 3-A, a grade above us.

     Kaa-san was probably still sleeping. I-Pin and Lambo were in grade school and were both 7 years old. Fuuta was in grade school too, but he was a in an older class. Fuuta was 12. When I got to the kitchen, I immediately opened one of the cupboards and started to brew Reborn his expresso.

     I had learned how to cook as well, believe it or not. I mostly grew out of my clumsiness except for the odd trip or stumble here and there. Well, excluding my 'dame' mask. It would look suspicious if one day I suddenly started to get straight A's after being Namimori's dame for so long.

     Besides, that sorry excuse for a teacher who had somehow upgraded to being a teacher in high school (I don't know how that happened myself) would think that I cheated. Sly prick.

     I started to cook a breakfast, cracking open eggs and whisking them; making french toast; seasoning the eggs; chopping up the end of leaks to sprinkle on the breakfast later and pouring Reborn his expresso.