Chrome/Fran. Actually no, this pairing is pretty tame and adorable; probably one of the easier couples the random draw gave me to write. Next up: Gokudera and Mukuro. So far so good...

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Band-Aid

Chrome sighed quietly and hugged a nearby cushion to her chest, staring blankly at the ground. She had no idea how long she had been sitting on that leather couch, counting the cracks on the stone floor to pass the time, but it had to be well over four hours. How much longer was Mukuro going to be away for? The male illusionist had said something about needing to straighten out some business with Xanxus and also wanting to check up on his 'un-cute student' Fran. Being cooped up inside the Varia mansion wasn't exactly her idea of an ideal outing; not because she was afraid of the violent people inside, but simply because of the amount of noise.

Really, all she had heard during her stay thus far was a chorus of 'voi!', 'ushishishi,' 'b-boss!' and 'damned trash', accompanied by lots of smashing plates and glasses. It had gotten to the point where she didn't even want to leave the guest room. The young woman flinched when she heard something break downstairs.

Despite the walls being thick and made of stone, the sound traveled surprisingly well.

The door opened suddenly and Chrome looked up, eager, frightened and curious all at the same time. "Fran-kun?"

The boy stared at her for a moment, unblinking. "Why are you in my room, Chrome-san?"

Her cheeks suddenly lit up and she looked away from him. "O-oh, they told me this was the guest room. I'm sorry; I can leave if you want?"

"It's fine."

She bit her lower lip gently—why would they tell her it was a guestroom if it wasn't? The young illusionist was still a new recruit, and she supposed it was possible that they just forgot it was his room. Fran took off his oversized hat and examined the new stab marks along the froggie face.

"Is Mukuro-sama leaving?"

"No, not yet," Fran replied simply. "Man, Bel-sempai and master are mean to me. They treat me like a pin cushion."

Chrome looked down for a moment before perking back up. She held her hands out to the green-haired boy. "I can fix it for you."

Fran looked at her outstretched hands for a moment, then to her face, before finally handing the hat to her. He noticed her cheeks redden when their fingers touched. She turned her back to him and leaned over, blocking his view so that he couldn't see what she was doing. A minute later, she stood up and walked over to him, gently cradling the frog hat in her arms. When Fran looked, he noticed that Chrome had patched the tears with band-aids. The tiniest smile crept onto his lips when she placed the hat gently on his head.

"Nice job," he said, and Chrome blushed even more.