"They'll be fine." They were all boys. Sora opened the oven door carefully and slid the pans inside, closing it and setting the timer. "Hooray!" He held up his hand for best friend high-five.
"Why is it Sora's fault?!" Tsuna asked in protest. "It's Riku's fault. He's the one putting his arm around and stuff." Riku started it, Tsuna was sure of it. Sora wouldn't do something like that.
"And don't get off the topic, Gokudera," Tsuna scolded, prodding the other boy in the chest. "Does doing something about it mean stopping it or encouraging it?"