It took all the willpower she had not to drop her spoon as Haru felt a hand slip into hers.

The tips of Chrome’s fingers were cool against the back of her hand, and Haru knew that her face had gone red. Luckily, dinner with the Vongola family was rarely a quiet affair, a flushed face less likely to go noticed when there were fires (mostly figurative) to put out.

She put her spoon down to pick up a piece of bread instead, knowing her soup would end up everywhere but in her mouth should she try to eat it right this moment.

She snuck a glance at Chrome, only to meet her eye. The small smile on her lips made Haru’s heart do somersaults in her chest, and she couldn’t help the wide smile that made its way onto her own.

She shifted her grip on Chrome’s hand, braiding their fingers together. As their eyes were pulled back to the hubbub around the table, she felt the warmth in her heart spread throughout her entire chest.

 

By the time she remembered her soup again, it had gone completely cold.

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