Let's Prove Them Wrong

Part 4

"That's cold as hell, Tsuna." Reborn grumbled, feeling water drip down his face.

"What? I could give you warmer water if you want?"

"It's fine. Your face is going to be crusty by the time you're done wiping my face off though."

"You have more paint on your face then I do mine, Reborn. They even got some on your neck." Tsuna snorted as he brushed some of the looser paint out of Reborn's hair. Despite his hair being spiky, you'd think you'd feel gel but there was zero product in his hair. Except for the paint imported from China.

"I don't know why they chose painting. Why not colouring with markers? Markers are fun." Tsuna grumbled as he continued to wipe paint from Reborn's face. He had to hold Reborn's face and man was it hard not to blush. Tsuna had to concentrate on the spot he was wiping to stop himself but he wasn't sure how good of a job he did.

Reborn smirked a little, knowing how hard Tsuna was concentrating on the one spot but not why he was. He was about to ask if Tsuna was okay when he heard crying coming from Karin's room.

Tsuna turned and rushed off, coming back five minutes later with some spit on his shirt but looking accomplished as he started cleaning Reborn's face again.

"You could've done this yourself you know?" Tsuna said, pouring more water onto the cloth.

"I didn't feel like doing it." Reborn said nonchalantly as he angled his chin up so Tsuna could get to the paint caked on his neck. "I like watching you struggle anyways."

Tsuna made a small sound and felt his face heat. He tried his hardest not to say anything because Reborn got more confident the more you say stuff in defence of yourself. Reborn was quite ridiculous like that.

"There, now you're done." Tsuna announced. He sighed since that was way too much work then it should have been.

Reborn got up from sitting on the toilet and stretched a little. Tsuna had moved to try and look in the mirror, standing on his tiptoes to even get himself in the mirror but he only got his head, making him grumble a little bit.

"Do you want me to help you, Tsuna?" Reborn asked, moving to lean against the door way.

"I think I can manage. But this mirror is made for tall people. You'd think they'd take into consideration that most people in Japan aren't the tallest people."

"Tell me about it. I feel like a giant around most of the school."

"You're only 5'8" ((about 177 cm)) Reborn. That's not that tall if you think about it."

"Yet you're still six inches ((about 15 cm)) shorter than me."

Tsuna scoffed and didn't say anything else as he hopped onto the small counter space by the wall and sink. He held out the face cloth for Reborn and he took it, rinsing it again to get some of the paint out of it, and straining it before using it on Tsuna's face.

"I see what you mean when you said it was cold." Tsuna said with a grimace. Reborn nodded a little as he pushed Tsuna's head gently to the side so he could see where the paint was he needed to get off. Tsuna felt himself become nervous, his stomach knotting together and his throat closing up as he felt Reborn work away, touching his face absently as he cleaned it.

It was really hard not to say or do anything. But Tsuna was sure that if he did anything, Reborn would hate him because most likely Tsuna would kiss him. Yeah, it might be a clichéd idea that a person would be hated for kissing somebody they liked, but Tsuna wasn't risking it since this friendship they had was special to him.