"I have no idea what we're having, but I just hope Tsuna didn't hurt himself helping make it." No brother blood in the soup, please.
"Yeah, whoever is done first can text the other," he replied. Good plan.
He heard his name being called and got up off his bed. He said goodbye to Riku and walked into the kitchen perfectly elated.
Tsuna had been confined to the table. He still looked depressed. Did talking to Riku really make Sora that happy? Is that how you're always supposed to feel about your best friend? Tsuna knew for a fact that he had sat there with his phone, stared, flipped it open, closed it, stared, flipped it open, wrote a text to Gokudera, closed it, flipped it open, re-wrote the text, hovered over the send button, and closed his phone.