Despite the conversations they've had in the past, Chrome's fingers still rank high in Tsuna's list of favorite things about her. Something about them is noticeable, unique, as they thread through his hair, and Tsuna breathes. In, out, slowly. Steady.
Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"
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Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"