(Because there’s  no fun in writing just three sentences)

“Oh my God,” Tsuna says, clutching a water hose. “Oh my God.”

The restaurant was on fire. On fire. A restaurant. Well, Tsuna supposed that it wasn’t entirely unexpected for restaurants to end up partly burnt at one point or another, but this place was on fire. Completely engulfed in flames. Swimming in fire if fire was water and-

“Well then,” said the restaurant owner who was acting far too calmly for anything to make any sense. “I hope the insurance covers this.”

“Oh my God,” Tsuna says again, clutching the water hose even tighter.

“It’s fine,” the restaurant owner assures him, before taking a sip from a cup of tea he acquired from somewhere. “I’m used to this.”

“That’s crazy,” Tsuna says because he’s too honest and not tactful enough. He’s a firefighter and he’s not used to this.

“There are crazier things in this world,” the restaurant owner tells him, smiling serenely. “I’m Fon.”

“Being called Fon isn’t crazy,” Tsuna says, and who cares about tact anyway? “I’m Tsunayoshi.”

“I should hope not,” Fon says, his smile widening, and Tsuna realizes: oh, there was a change of topic somewhere between crazier things and my name is Fon.

“I should be doing my job,” Tsuna then admits, waving the water hose slightly. “But Reborn – that’s my boss – told me to not go near the fire yet. He thinks I’ll burn my face off or something.”

“Wise fellow,” Fon says with a nod. “Your face is pretty, you wouldn’t want burn marks on that.”

Except that his cousin Xanxus has scars all over his face and he actually rocks the look, and maybe if Tsuna got some other scars aside from that one he has on his fingertip (and got from a paper cut) his cousin would take him a bit more seriously.

Maybe.

At least there wouldn’t be random restaurant owners calling him pretty, especially if they’re rather pretty themselves. Because Fon was kind of pretty. Or really pretty. And nice. And he smelled good.

“I’d invite you for dinner,” Fon continues, before gesturing towards his restaurant. “But my place is a bit of a mess.”

“Just a bit,” Tsuna says and watches the flames subsiding under Reborn’s organized water-hose performance. “I have a kitchen, though.”

Fon smiles, and Tsuna is too nervous to smile back but neither of them really minds.