//Assuming you meant Adult Reborn cause yeaaaaaaaaa//
It was raining. Clouds have formed covering the sky in a blanket of grey. You and Reborn were coming back from the market (thankfully) dry and arms full of fresh fruits and vegetables. Your arms felt like they were dying and although Reborn offered to take all the bags, you insisted you share (he still held the umbrella). Of course, you wouldn’t even be having this problem in the first place if he listened to you and took the damn car.
(Bastard brought an umbrella, he planned all this.)
Reborn suddenly stopped mid-way, a few drops of rain tickling your nose. You tried to wipe the wet spot with your shoulders, wondering why he had stopped. Before you can question anything, he gave the umbrella for you to hold (like you already didn’t have enough things to carry) and walked off to a lamppost.
“I’m singin’ in the rain. Just singin’ in the rain. What a glorious feeling. I’m happy again~” he sang in a deep, yet jovial tine. He had a hop in his step, using the lamppost to add a little kick to his impromptu musical. “I’m laughing at clouds. So dark up above. The sun’s in my heart. And I’m ready for love. For love~”
And you had to admit, he had a damn good voice and body. You’d compliment him… if it weren’t for the fact your arms were shaking like a newborn fawn on ice.
Reborn let out his hand, winking, his signature stupid smug smirk on his face. “Shall we dance?”
“You did not just use that line on me.” You somehow managed to cross your arms while holding an umbrella. “It’s raining, you’re wet, we’re carrying groceries, and I feel like my arms are going to fall off. Of all the times you can ask me to dance, is now really appropriate?”
“I don’t see why not? I’ve seen others do it.”
“What? Where?” You were genuinely surprised. Out of all the weird and spontaneous friends Reborn had that pooped by, none of them seemed to be this weird.
He tipped his fedora, Leon peaking out from his suit and turning into a green rose. “High School Musical.”
“Oh. My. God.” You wanted to slap that wink off his face so badly. “You did not just reference that fucking movie.” Despite your tone, a grin came crawling up your face. “As for you, Leon… I expected better of you.” It reverted back, curling its tail in amusement. “The both of you are so campy.”
“Oh?“ He quickly pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Is this what a ‘campy’ person would do?”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Is the sky blue?”
His grin widened, pulling you closer. “It isn’t now.”
“Wrong expression. You know what I meant.”
“Of course I did.” He spun you around, dipping you just before your head hit the ground, before puling you into a chaste kiss. “But it doesn’t take away from the fact I was correct.”
“Fuck you.” You pulled his collar, kissing him deeply - his body heat warming yours, unable to pull away back into the cold. He slid his left arm over your back and the other under your bottom, slightly lifting you off the ground. His touch lingered, trying to preserve the heat before the wet chills took your nerves again. You both pawed at each other, as if their touch was going to be their last. You were passionate from the heat and grossed out from the wet clothes at the same time.
Surprisingly, he was the first one to stop. “Let’s take this inside, shall we?”
You eyed the fallen bags of food on the ground gathering rain water before nodding. You were sure Leon would either bring it back or give it to some locals. Looking back at him, you noticed his silent plea. Reborn had been stressed and destructive since Tsuna was hospitalized from the Naples attack. Of course it wasn’t directed towards you but you could still feel his irritation when he came home after a couple days of presumably living in the shooting range with Colonello.
You couldn’t guarantee erasing his worries in a single night, but if it distracted him from being self-destructive, then so be it.
“I love you.” You curled your fingers around his, kissing him on the cheek. “Lead the way.”
He smiled, the darkened features of his face softening. “Love you too.”
Gokudera bit down, trying desperately not to blow up at the man in front of him. “Not your right first, you idiot!”
Yamamoto chuckled nervously, his shoes clacking on the polished floor. “Uh… Sorry?”
He sighed, making sure Yamamoto placed his arms on the appropriate spot. “Let’s try this again. Place your feet together as the starting position. Not that close. Just a bit- yeah. Okay. First step: left foot forward approximately 64 cm. Second step: right foot forward approximately 74 cm in a 90 degree angle adjacent to the fourth step. Then third step: move your left foot horizontally…”
You stared admirably at the two men trying to waltz, munching on some imported snacks as you observed the two from the veranda. This had been going on for about an hour or so now - Gokudera yelling some gibberish and Yamamoto unable to follow said gibberish. Sad thing was, Gokudera wasn’t even teaching him a waltz yet, it was basic box dancing.
“Okay, now you go- fuck!”
You gave your sentiments to the poor man. To your fiancé or Gokudera, you didn’t know.
“How do you expect to dance during the party with your two left feet!?” Gokuera yelled.
“Sorry, it’s just that this type of dance doesn’t really suit me?” Yamamoto shrugged in response.
He grumbled, eyeing you from across the ballroom. “Hey!” He yelled your name. “Come over here and teach your idiot of a
fiancé to listen properly!”
“Why?” you yelled back, “You’re the one who insisted you can teach a bird to fly to Tsuna!”
“If your heels floods with blood during the dance, it’s not my problem!”
You rolled your eyes and got up, heading towards the pair. “Wow, harsh. Didn’t need to reference Cinderella, Hayato.”
“Shut up and tell Toby Maguire over there to stop his stupidity.”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll teach him. And before you say anything, no you’ll not be disappointing Tsuna. Besides, he was going to ask me anyways.” You smirked. “Though you do dance greatly as a woman.”
“You think you can do better?”
You just smiled in response, taking Yamamoto’s arm and dragging him to the veranda. “Okay Takeshi, I’m going to be your instructor from now on.”
He nervously scratched his cheeks, looking away. “Really? Are you sure?”
You weren’t exactly the best dancer but at least you can do basic box steps. “Well, I know you learn by touch, and Hayato isn’t really one for that, now is he?”
He grinned. “I can’t argue with that.”
You gently placed your left hand on his right shoulder, guiding his right hand around your waist, your other hands locked together in an embrace. You looked up at him, your bodies touching each other. You stepped your left foot forward slightly, making sure his eyes registered the movement.
“Wait! I can’t dance-” You pecked his cheek, shutting him up instantly. “Shh… I think you got an earful from Hayato already. Just feel, Takeshi. You know the steps, know let your body feel it.”
He nodded, Following your movement (although he was in leading position) and like magic, he danced like a professional. To be honest, you’d be jealous of the way Yamamoto absorbed talents so quickly but the accomplished smile on his face erased those feelings in an instant.
You danced for another round, before letting go and stretching. “See? I knew you could do it. Let’s practice one more time before-”
With a crack of lightening, a sudden downpour left the two of you drenched in the rain. “So much for practice…” you thought bitterly, hair sticking to your face. “Takeshi, let’s go inside- Woah!”
In an instant, you were back to your position, with his hand around your waist and the other in your hand. “I’m wet.”
“That’s what happens when you’re with a Rain guardian.“ He winked, pulling you closer.
You rolled your eyes playfully, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against yours, yet still disgusted by the drops of rain dripping on your face. “Really?”
He gave you butterfly kisses, leading. “May I have this dance?”
“You’re supposed to ask before you grab me, dummy.” Despite your tone, you followed his lead.
The two of you danced in the rain for a while, complaining about the weather and the messed up appearance yet still laughing. He was an excellent leader and if it weren’t for the rain that made the tiles a bit slippery, you would’ve said he was a veteran in the arts.
He called your name. “Sorry, zoned out. What is it?” you asked.
His moved slowed until it was nothing more than gentle swaying. “Thank you.”
“Everything. I was so worried that I might’ve embarrassed you.” He pulled you in even closer, his lips kissing the crook of your neck. “I was so worried I might’ve disappointed you.”
“Those are you insecurities talking again. You’d never disappoint me. You’re an amazing person.” You gently embraced him, following his gentle movements. “I love you.”
You could feel his smile of relief tickling your skin. “I love you too.”