Summary: Introducing Wordables. #1: Hygge; the absence of anything annoying, taking pleasure from the presence of gentle and soothing things.
A/N: I humbly welcome you to Wordables, a series in this one-shot book where I will proceed to create one-shots from beautiful, unused words from the English language, or any other language that exists in this world. If you have a request, then comment a workable down below. If you have an idea with the word, feel free to write that along with it, and I will do my best take on it.
Day two of three of posting; Merry Christmas for those who celebrate the holiday!
"Nice Things" from Zodiac Signs I by JaneConquestBackup . Please note that these events do not happen by the characters' zodiac sign.
Note: These short tidbits range from canon and alternate universes without any warning. Please be aware that they are not connected by any way.
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Hygge
(n.) the absence of anything annoying, taking pleasure from the presence of gentle or soothing things.
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Morning Rises
Sunlight streams through the window as he opens his eyes slowly, blinking sleepily. He yawns, the morning quiet and the silence causing his eyes to close, taking it in. His brain is slow and sluggish, and his body refuses to rise out of bed.
Tsuna makes himself stretch in spite of himself, groaning softly. His pillow was too soft and too comfy to leave, but he does, slowly rising out of bed.
He slips out by rolling out, landing on his feet perfectly as if he was a cat. He smiles, and continues on with his day, the floor rousing his muddled mind with its cold surface.
Last night he had slept with an open window, and he wished he could do it more often. The breeze had lulled him to sleep, and in the morning it had prolongedly caressed his skin until he was awake. If it had not been for the constant threat of enemies, Tsuna might have.
Reborn had not woken him up today. Perhaps something was in store for him, his mind whispers.
Café Time
It was Sunday, which meant there was no school at all. Tsuna wanted to celebrate by taking his mother out to a small café, tucked into a corner of a street.
Instead of wearing his hoodie, Tsuna had let his mother dress him in an orange plaid shirt. He had never seen anything quite like it, since he usually saw the nice blue ones or the daring red ones, but he thanked Nana nonetheless.
The café had a potted sunflower that was taller than him, the flower pointing to the sun. The brunet couldn't help but admire it as they strolled in, the waitress welcoming them and seating them at a table beside a window.
While they waited for their food, Tsuna and Nana delved into a deep conversation of everything and nothing at all. He of course avoided the obvious subject of the Mafia, but smiled as Nana laughed. He had forgotten what it felt like to spend time with someone you loved.
Listening to his mother's soft chatter, he glanced at a salt shaker. Perhaps it wouldn't be a crime to taste it; he was curious at the moment. Once, when he was younger, he had mistaken it for sugar and poking his finger in it, blanched at the taste.
Now, as he poured the salt onto a napkin, he licked his finger and dipped it in the pile before raising it to his lips and tasting it.
It wasn't as bad as he thought. Maybe he was becoming immune to the taste.
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