Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan Fiction ❯ Peace. ❯ One-Shot

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Universe Title : N/A.
Story Title : Love Is…
Chapter Title : Peace (1/1).
Chapter Rating : G.
Main Character(s) : Spanner.
Genre(s) : Gen.
Summary : Thirty different ways to love.
Warning(s) : N/A.
Word Count : +/- 133.
Author's Note(s) : A series of drabbles and oneshots depicting thirty kinds of love.
Love Is

It isn't exactly sparse, even if the only pieces of furniture are a small, wooden table and a futon.

And it's not exactly messy, even if the floor's littered with tools and various parts of machinery only he knows the precise functions of.

Nor is it necessarily noisy, despite the low whirr of manifold automated devices and the constant tapping of fingers dancing over a keyboard.

It's not the prettiest nor is it the most luxurious of rooms, but every time Spanner sits himself Indian-style at that low table - gadgets and trusty laptop before him, steaming cup of aromatic green tea by his side - he knows that this is all he truly needs.

And he smiles - small and satisfied - around the strawberry-flavored candy in his mouth. Life is good.
~ The End.~