For the KHR thing: Reborn had thought he was THE most stubborn bastard on the planet. Seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi stand up and caving in the skull of the man who shot him point blank on the chest gives him second thoughts.
Reborn knows a killing shot when he sees one. So when he sees the bullet that tears through Sawada Tsunayoshi’s chest like nothing, even before the child hits the ground he’s thinking dead. He doesn’t want to, and something in him - that fragile, tentative friendship he and Tsunayoshi have started - screams with the loss of those pure Flames even as Reborn himself goes on the offensive. If he can’t save his student, he’ll mow down an army in return.
But as always, Tsuna has to surprise him.
Even before the medics reach the body to drag it away, Tsuna is jerking upright - alive, somehow, and snarling as he charges towards the man that shot him. The man’s head lands between Tsuna’s hands, and there’s an awful moment of pure silence as Reborn realizes what’s going to happen, and looks away just as a squelch fills the air.
Tsuna drops the body, hands bloody with bits of brain between his fingers, and Reborn does not race to his side. Instead he walks over and says, “I was the most stubborn man alive before you came along.”
Tsuna laughs, but it sounds like a wheeze. The bullet probably nicked a lung on its way through. He still doesn’t know how his student is alive. “Got too much to live for. You’ve given me standards, Reborn.”
Reborn smiles at that. “Good.” He climbs up onto Tsuna’s lap and pulls the bloody remains of his shirt away from the wound. Up close, its not pretty, and Reborn can certainly confirm its a killing wound. Tsuna leans back and lets him lay his hands over it with nary a flinch. It’s quiet as the cleaners and medics come and pick up what’s left of the enemy or their own men and haul them off.
Shamal ambles over to Tsuna and Reborn’s side, eyes unusually sharp. “Mah,” he says, scratching the stubble on his chin. “That’s a rather nasty-looking wound there, Vongola.”
How are you still alive?
Tsuna smiles sardonically, tilting his head. “’Tis but a scratch,” he quotes, and Shamal closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose while Reborn fights down a smile.
“Monty Python, Tsuna?” he murmurs.
“It’s fitting,” Tsuna replies.
“You are a pain in my ass, even when you’re supposed to be dead,” Shamal finally says, and jabs a finger towards the vague direction of what is probably his office. “March, Vongola. Reborn, help me make sure your ridiculous student isn’t about to drop dead like he should have already done.”
Tsuna takes no offense at the ‘should have’. Merely smiles and follows Shamal’s directions, which is probably the only thing that saves him from being injected with something nasty.
(Shamal gets him back during the five weeks of bed rest he’s put on though.)