namimori middle


Hibari is the leader of the Namimori Middle Disciplinary Committee. He cannot stand being restrained and absolutely refuses to allow himself to be controlled. Hibari is considered the strongest guardian of the 10th generation. 

Happy Birthday you cute dork! (人*´∀`)+゚:。*゚+ [05.05]

KHR reference in ēlDLIVE (part2)

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I was so busy last month that I didn’t watch the series but now that I got time I finally can catch up with the episodes!

However, while watching ep03 peacefully without any reservation for anything to pop out, I noticed something…

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mizuki73  asked:

I know u probably don't need this, but I was rereading It Takes a Village and I can't get the idea of an AU where tsuna ends up with the Arcobaleno as his Guardians out of my head so here I'm sharing

Teenage Arcobaleno AU 01

-watches the plunnies multiply like crazy- You’re right I don’t need this, but it’s so much fun. (I’ll regret it later when I can’t let it go but WORLDBUILDING). Also teenage Arcobaleno because why not.

  • Reborn arrives in Namimori expecting to train a heir as a favor to the man who had helped him once, and instead finds his Sky. 
  • That changes some things… Nono is a little worried. Just a little. 
  • He’s not the World’s Greatest Hitman (not yet at least), but Reborn had a name for himself and even the strongest hesitated just a little to challenge him.
  • His Sky is the same age as him and is a weak and precious thing. The ‘weak thing’ had to be fixed as soon as possible. 
  • Tsuna has no idea what to make of this. On one hand he’s deliriously happy to have a friend, on the other hand (as he swiftly learns) Reborn is a demanding tutor.  
  • Reborn is smug upon the realization that Tsuna is a wealth of potential. His Sky is going to be the strongest Sky out there. Reborn has no idea how anyone could have missed this, but he’s not complaining because that means he gets to keep his Sky all to himself and he has always deserves the best. 
  • Despite being a genius in his own right, Reborn goes ahead and enrolls himself at Namimori Middle and gets himself assigned to Tsuna’s class. 
  • Again, Tsuna has no idea what to make of this. 
  • The upside is that no one dares to bully Tsuna anymore (or call him Dame-Tsuna in Reborn’s hearing which is far more sensitive than anyone expected). They can be in another classroom and Reborn will hear them. 
  • They train together everyday (because Reborn won’t slack off on his own training). Tsuna still can’t keep up, but the idea of loosing so terribly to Reborn all the time sparks a competitive fire in him. (So help him, Tsuna will complete Reborn’s crazy morning training at least once and be able to walk into school on his power by the end of this year or so help him.) He still doesn’t realize that Reborn is doing only a ¼th of his normal routine. 
  • Under Reborn’s tutoring, Tsuna slowly grows in confidence. He still doesn’t want to be Decimo but… well if Reborn was there, it wouldn’t be too bad. 
  • Reborn is just so terribly smug because Tsuna is an amazing Sky and the mafia won’t know what hit them. It’s going to amazingly chaotic. Reborn can’t wait. 
  • So of course Colonnello had to ‘ruin’ it by showing up. 

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let’s go home

He looked into eyes that didn’t recognize him and felt something in his chest tighten.

“Reborn?” he said, careful not to get to close. The last time he did, the growing infant had knocked him out, and it took Tsuna another three hours to find him in an unassuming bakery, looking lost. Forcing his hands to his sides, Tsuna begged the blank stare to go away. “Do you remember me?”

Reborn didn’t take his eyes off him, an aura of wariness a heavy cloak on his tense shoulders. “How do you know my name?”

Tsuna flinched, but pasted on a smile. “I- ”

“Who are you?” Reborn interrupted. His eyes were narrowing, a tell-tale sign warning Tsuna of the very close future riddled with bullets and bruises, and his voice was icier than the howling winter winds ripping through the city. Tsuna knew that if he didn’t give a suitable answer, he’d end up chasing after Reborn again.

“My name’s Tsuna,” he said, the warmth in his voice apparent despite his worried gaze.

A thoughtful looked passed through his eyes. “Tsuna,” he repeated, testing the name. A flicker of recognition in the void of unfamiliarity. “Tsuna.” His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath of air. “Tsuna.”

“Reborn,” Tsuna said in reply, cracking a small smile. He put a hand on Reborn’s shoulder, feeling it relax underneath his touch. “Let’s go home.”

Reborn nodded but didn’t say a word.

The way back to the Sawada residence was silent, only the sound of snow crunching underneath their feet trailing after them as they walked.

He spotted him at the counter, eyeing the menu for what to order.

“Anything you recommend?” Tsuna asked as he came up to him. Reborn glanced over his way, an eyebrow raised and just faintly curious, before he hummed and pointed in the general area for espressos.

“Any of the espressos.”

Tsuna smiled knowingly. “I’ll get one, then.” The girl at the counter nodded when he told her his order, tacking on a blueberry muffin on the end, and he redirected his attention back to the pre-teen beside him.

Reborn had grown several inches this passed year, easily conquering adolescence and toeing the line to his teenage years, but he was still shorter than Tsuna. It wouldn’t last long, he knew, especially since Reborn was jumping through the ranks like they were nothing.

“Do you come here often?” Tsuna asked, starting up a conversation. He hoped Reborn would remember by the time their drinks were up. It was always so awkward trailing after him, trying to pretend that he wasn’t being overly clingy with the way he attempted to drag out their conversations or that he didn’t see the way Reborn sometimes reached for the gun hidden in his blazer. He never forgot how to use it even when he didn’t remember most things, like it was ingrained in his mind, a skill he honed into an instinct over the years, and he never questioned the fact that he even had a gun in the first place either.

“Ye- ” Reborn began but stopped mid-way, confusion marring his features, and he frowned. He looked around, as if uncertain about his unconscious certainty. “I- do.” He said stiffly, not sounding that sure at all.

Tsuna hummed, keeping his anxiety in check as time ticked by. “What’s your favorite drink?”

Reborn looked more comfortable with that question, if the way his expression smoothed out into something calmer was any indication. “The Aroma Roast,” he said, adding on after a thoughtful pause, “but it doesn’t compare to what you or Mama make.” He jerked when the words came out of his mouth, but controlled it into a minutiae, violent flinch. Surprise lingered in his eyes when he whirled to Tsuna.

“Really?” Tsuna chuckled. Both their orders were called at the same time, and Tsuna took them, handing Reborn his. “Here.”

“Tsuna- ” He started, but Tsuna didn’t let him finish.

“Let’s go, Reborn. Mama is waiting with food at home.”

Ring. Ring. Ri- 


Tsuna stared at his phone, seeing Reborn in bold letters across his screen, and would have zoned out if it hadn’t been for the impatient voice on the other end of the call.

“A-ah, sorry. Is there something you need, Reborn?”

There was a stilted silence. Quietly, Tsuna heard him say, “I don’t remember.

“Remember what?”

How to get back.


“Where are you?” Tsuna asked, abandoning his schoolwork on his desk as a trickle of dread made him go cold. He’d get back to it later anyway. There was no point in putting it away.

Namimori Middle.

Pressing a hand to his eyes, Tsuna tried his best to keep the tightness out of his voice when he answered with a small, “Okay. I’ll come get you.”

He always would.

“This isn’t right.”

Tsuna glanced back at Reborn, who stood at the entrance of the Sawada home, then back to the front door. He didn’t sense anything off, though he did hear the excited shrieks and squeals of Lambo and I-pin from inside.

“Is there something wrong?”

“This isn’t where I live.”

Starting, Tsuna smiled apologetically and tried to keep the corners of his lips from twisting into a frown. “Sorry, I must have gotten the wrong house.”

Reborn scoffed and crossed his arms, leveling him with a bland look. “When will you learn, Tsuna?”

He forced a chuckle from his lips. “Never, probably.”

Clicking his tongue, Reborn turned on his heel and walked away, knowing Tsuna would follow him. They walked around the neighborhood, into the busier main street, then to a small park Tsuna used to go to when he was a kid. It was deserted, but he and Reborn got comfortable on the swings.

“Are you cold?” Tsuna asked when Reborn didn’t bother to break the silence.




“Tire- ”


Tsuna pressed his lips together and looked down at his feet. Reborn let out an irritable sigh and removed his hat long enough to run a hand through his hair.

“You can’t keep doing this anymore, Tsuna,” he said. He refused to look at the brunet beside him. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Why not?”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“I want to.”

Reborn didn’t say anything, just yanked the brim of his fedora over his eyes and stayed silent for a long moment. Tsuna thought he was happy despite it all.

“Let’s go home,” Reborn said quietly after the day bled into night. He stood, offered Tsuna a hand and pulled him up.

Reborn led the way - right back to the Sawada household.

A Different Path

Platonic MukuTsuna for @cywscross. This one-shot is AU and takes place Pre-Varia Arc.

The bird abruptly twisted its neck with strange avian-flexibility, switching its beady-eyed stare to its right eye. Tsuna took a careful breath until his lungs ached, held it, and exhaled slowly.

“Hello, Rokudo Mukuro,” Tsuna said, hoping he didn’t look or sound as frightened as he felt. Reborn would’ve told him he had nothing to be scared of; but Tsuna had the strangest feeling he was in an illusion – Mukuro’s domain. This was mainly because they were in his bedroom, instead of the classroom he’d been dozing in a few seconds ago. Since that fight, he hadn’t been able to use (what Reborn called) his Hyper Dying Will mode, so Tsuna thought it was only right for him to feel a healthy dose of fear. “Is there something I can do for you?”

He asked that because it seemed anyone who talked to him these days wanted something from him (or something he could do for them), and because he doubted asking after Mukuro’s wellbeing would get a good reaction from the illusionist. If there was anything he’d learned from Reborn, it was how to ask questions that wouldn’t get him hurt. There were other things, of course, but acting the way a Mafia boss was supposed to while under an illusion probably wasn’t a good idea. (Self-preservation and following one’s instincts was another thing Reborn had tried to beat into his head, so Tsuna thought his current actions would be considered acceptable by his tutor’s ridiculously high standards.)

“As a matter of fact, Sawada Tsunayoshi,” the bird said in Mukuro’s voice without moving its beak, “there is.” A sudden gust of wind and a blizzard of flower petals – lotus petals, probably – forced Tsuna to close his eyes and bring his arms up protectively. When he cautiously lowered them, Mukuro was sitting on the windowsill with a creepy smile fixed on his face. Tsuna was relieved to note the illusionist wasn’t armed with a trident.

“And what… What might that be?”

“I won’t bore you with the details of what happened in the aftermath of our fight.” Mukuro waved a hand. “All you need to know is that my subordinates – Ken and Chikusa – were able to escape from the Vindice. They, along with a girl who is currently acting as my medium, will be arriving in Namimori shortly. I want you to place them under the protection of the Vongola Famiglia. In return, I will offer my services as your Mist Guardian.”

“Wait!” Tsuna’s brain was starting to hurt with the flood of information Mukuro was pelting at him. “Mist Guardian? What is that?” And after a few beats of further processing, he added, “And does that mean you’re still…still imprisoned by the Vindice, Mukuro?”  

Mukuro looked at Tsuna, unsmiling, with unblinking mismatched eyes. While Tsuna was getting better at receiving intimidating looks, the constant reminder of Mukuro’s power in the illusionist’s red eye was enough to make Tsuna obey the ingrained, instinctual desire to wilt in the face of confrontation.

“Your Arcobaleno hasn’t told you much, has he?” Mukuro mused, finally blinking and turning his attention to a poster on Tsuna’s wall. Tsuna wondered if Mukuro had broken into his room sometime before, or if the illusionist was drawing from his memories. It was almost like…Mukuro wanted him to be in a familiar place. “The Vongola Famiglia has a tradition – their Boss is supported and protected by six bodyguards, or Guardians, who, based on their personalities, are assigned titles derived from the weather. Of those titles, I believe the Mist Guardian suits me best as an illusionist. The information may be dated; I got it from Lancia.”

Tsuna mentally apologized to Lancia-san for not asking after him, and focused on the fact he was supposed to have bodyguards. “But I don’t want bodyguards! How would I even get them?”

Mukuro gave him an unimpressed look. “I thought your three friends are your Guardians; the skylark has the makings of a Cloud, and the ones Ken and Chikusa fought seemed very loyal to and protective of you. But if you aren’t aware of it, then your Arcobaleno must be subtly directing you to potential Guardians, or drawing them to you.”

“Hibari-san, Gokudera-kun, and Yamamoto…?” Tsuna whispered in confusion. Now that he thought about it, Oniisan, Lambo, and even Kyoko-chan and Haru were always getting involved in the Mafia trouble Reborn created. Not as much as Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto, but… He really, really hoped Kyoko-chan wasn’t going to wind up one of his so-called Guardians. Or Haru.

“Do we have a deal, Sawada Tsunayoshi?”

Tsuna knew less about what was happening than usual. But he was sure of two things: he was going to end up in another Mafia mess sooner rather than later, and that when it happened, he wanted Mukuro at his side. He honestly didn’t know how much power he had as the heir to the Vongola Famiglia, but since he was the only heir… “Yes. If you become my Mist Guardian, I’ll make sure your friends are placed under my protection.”  

“Then so be it,” Mukuro said with a smile. “Do give Chrome the Ring, when it comes into your possession.”

Before Tsuna could ask, “Who is Chrome?” and “What ring?” another surge of wind and lotus petals interrupted him. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in Namimori Middle, listening to Takeda-sensei drone on about Algebra.

He really needed to figure out what was going on. Maybe this time, he wouldn’t be clueless when he got caught up in the next Mafia mess.

anonymous asked:

Vongola + Byakuran reactions to overhearing their crush saying they like them? For instance they were walking around and happen to hear s/o who's teased by her friends and she admits to liking them? What they do afterwards is up to you ;)

Yamamoto is here

Tsuna:“Ciaossu, Y/N.” Tsuna watched you jump, looking down at the ground where Reborn stood at your feet. Tsuna, himself was far too shy to approach you, so Reborn had taken it upon himself to go talk to you. You leaned down and picked up the infant, a tiny blush on your cheeks. “Hello, Reborn,” you greeted. The glint in Reborn’s beady eyes sent a shiver down Tsuna’s spine from where he hid around a corner. Oh, no…”You like Dame-Tsuna, don’t you? You want to be with him?” Tsuna felt his whole brain shut down. Damn, Reborn… The squeak that left your lips as you dropped the infant in surprise and backed up a few steps had him tuning in once more. “I- what- n-no! You- ugh!” Your head fell in defeat and Reborn smirked, victorious. “Am I that obvious?” You asked, putting your hands behind your back as you leaned against the wall. “Yep. The only one that hasn’t noticed is Tsuna himself, but Tsuna’s an idiot. He won’t find out unless he somehow managed to hear this conversation.” You paled, not liking the look on the kid’s face. Reborn smirked some more, and walked away, leaving you there in mortification. He came around the corner to see Tsuna glaring- actually glaring at him. “Now’s your chance, Tsuna! Show ‘em who’s Boss and Plant one on ‘em!” With a swift kick in the rump, Tsuna came stumbling out from his hiding spot, and instantly, he was trapped by your eyes. Your pale face became red, and so did his, but he straightened and walked towards you anyways. How was he going to say this? What words should he use? He’d pictured this moment for a long time but now that the time was here, nothing came to mind. When he stood in front of you, he tucked his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. “Y/N…” He paused and bit his lip. “Tsuna?” You whispered, it was the sound of your voice, the quiet, breathy tone you used, that brought him to his course of action. He grabbed you, one hand on your hip, the other at the base of your neck, and pulled you into a heated kiss. From his vantage point, Reborn smirked, watching your hands come up to clutch at Tsuna’s shirt desperately. “Good job, Dame-Tsuna. You did something right.”

Gokudera: “Oh, wow, it’s Gokudera-kun! He’s so cool!” “So tough!” “Dreamy!” Gokudera grumbled as he heard girls from school fawning over him, as usual. They weren’t even at school, and still, he couldn’t escape them. He didn’t care about how many girls liked him, he didn’t exactly like them back, and he wasn’t ever afraid to show it. It didn’t stop them from practically stalking him as he made his way to the small cafe in downtown Namimori. The bell above the door announced his arrival, and his eye twitched in annoyance as it rang again, much louder, as his “fanclub” entered as well. You stood behind the counter, hair messy under your cap, and your apron tied around your waist. You weren’t working the front like you usually were, and that sent disappointment shooting down Gokudera’s spine. In your place was your manager, a woman about Bianchi’s age with dark eyes and lips that curved in a smirk as soon as she saw him. “Yo, Gokudera,” she greeted, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, “I assume you’re here for your usual?” “Yeah, yeah, just hurry it up, woman,” Gokudera grumbled, trailing his eyes back to you. “You got it. Hey, Y/N! Your boyfriend is here for his coffee!” Gokudera felt his face heat up, and watched you freeze in shock before whipping around to face your manager. “He’s not my boyfriend!” “Ah, I thought he was, given how much you undress him with your eyes. My mistake.” “Why, you-” you made a grab for your manager, but she was too fast, dancing out of range like a trained fighter. Sighing in defeat, you looked up at Gokudera, who was looking at you like he’d never seen you before. “So…” You dragged the word out awkwardly. “Coffee and a biscotti, right?” Gokudera blinked, snapping out of his trance, and smirked. “Yeah. A coffee, a biscotti, and your number would be great.” Your mouth dropped open in surprise, before matching his smirk with one of your own. “Smooth, Gokudera. Very smooth.” You turned around to prepare his order, and Gokudera was happy to see your phone number written on his coffee cup as he walked out the door. He didn’t even care when his fanclub stalked after him.

Hibari: Aloud slam echoed through the halls of Namimori Middle. You and your friend both looked up to see Hibari Kyoya’s tonfa in the wall beside the head of a well-known troublemaker in the school. Your friend scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder, as Hibari hissed a threat and stalked off. She turned to you, face annoyed. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know why you have such a big crush on Hibari. He’s a thug.” “No,” you murmured, blushing, “he’s not a thug.” “Right. He’s just ‘misunderstood,’ I forgot. I still don’t get it. He doesn’t even give you the time of day.” You huffed and opened your mouth to retort, when a body stepped in front of you. “Y/full/N.” Hibari stood there. He cut your friend a harsh look, but when he looked at you they softened into being blank. You couldn’t read him, never could, and that made you nervous. “You’ll meet me on the roof at lunch.” Your eyes widened. “O-Okay.” He looked again at your friend before stalking off once again. Your friend turned to you, eyes worried. “I think I may have gotten you in trouble.” You shook your head, biting your lip. “I’m sure it’s fine.” When lunch came around, you climbed the stairs to the roof, tapping your fingers against your bento nervously. Hibari lay on the roof, eyes closed. When you opened the door, he opened one eye to look at you. “Sit,” he ordered. It was all he said for the entire lunch break. When the bell rang to signal it was time to return to class, he looked at you expectantly. “Hibari, why did you ask me up here if you weren’t going to say anything?” “It’s 12:30, herbivore. Get to class.” It wasn’t until you were sitting next to your friend and she was interrogating you about what Hibari had wanted when you realized exactly what had happened. Hibari, stoic beyond belief, and with a reputation to uphold, had just wanted to spend the lunch period in your presence. Turning to your friend with a smile and a blush, you replied, “He was giving me the time of day.”

Ryohei: “Sasagawa!” A shout echoed through the Boxing Club room. Ryohei looked over at the door, seeing the Karate Club Captain standing with a hand wrapped tightly around your elbow. Ryohei took one look at the grimace on your face and knew you’d been forcefully dragged there from your class. “We’re going to fight for this club space! Y/N L/N is here to ensure you actually fight! Because you love Y/N and Y/N loves you!” Ryohei blinked, then focused his attention solely on you. “Sorry you got dragged into this mess, Y/N. You alright?” As you were tugged closer to the ring, you could feel the color rushing to your cheeks. Ryohei hadn’t denied liking you, hadn’t even acknowledged the Karate Club captain at all. Your lips broke into a hopeful smile, and you nodded. Ryohei nodded back. “Good. I’ll beat this guy extremely fast, so don’t worry.” The captain of the Karate Club scoffed and shoved you into his lackeys. “Don’t underestimate me, Sasagawa!” Ryohei, of course, hadn’t underestimated his opponent, but overestimated him; one jab(that almost missed) had knocked the other boy out. Ryohei grinned, and turned to you as the Karate Club goons released you in favor of fleeing. “So, Y/N, you love me, huh?” “S-Shut up, you love me too!”

Lambo: “Alala! You’re pretty!” “Thank you?” You were holding up an infant, who, just seconds beforehand, had been your crush and lab-partner, Lambo. The two of you had just been walking to find a place to work on your project, when Lambo had disappeared in a puff of smoke and this crying toddler in a cow suit came running out and collided with your legs. You’s crouched to comfort him, and immediately his green eyes had widened with wonder and his tears had vanished, replaced with a blush. “Lambo-san’s gonna marry you one day, lady!” “L-Lambo-san is?” “Yep!” The kid shined a big, toothy grin up at you, “I’m gonna love you forever.” You blinked. So this kid was actually Lambo…somehow. “Well, in that case, don’t tell, but I really like Lambo-san too, and if Lambo-san were to ask me out, well, I wouldn’t say no.” “Yay!” The kid cheered. There was another poof, and there was Lambo, the appropriate age, looking at the ground with a blush and hand rubbing the back of his neck. You looked at him expectantly for a moment, then called, “Lambo-san~” His eyes snapped to yours, wide, “You’re supposed to ask me out.” “Y-Y/N!” “Come on, Lambo, we’ve got a project to finish, and then you can take me out to dinner.”

Mukuro: “Ahahahaha!” “For God’s sake will you shut up!” You couldn’t take Ken’s laughing anymore. “Y/N,” Chikusa sighed, “Mukuro doesn’t usually like people like that.” “I know,” you pouted, sitting on the couch next to Ken, who was still laughing more quietly, now. “I can’t help liking him, Chikusa!” “I get it,” Ken said suddenly, sitting up straight, a goofy grin on his lips. “It’s because of how he treats us different from all the others, right?” You blushed and nodded, hanging your head. Mukuro had always treated you and these two boys with a degree of kindness that he never showed to anyone else. Ken bumped you with his shoulder, prompting you to rest your head on his arm. “It’ll be alright, Y/N,” he assured in an unexpectedly soft voice, “Mukuro won’t notice, but eventually you’ll get over this little crush of yours.” There was a clearing of the throat from the doorway, and the three of you looked up, and paled. There was Mukuro, standing there, his eyes narrowed almost dangerously. “Ken, Chikusa, leave.” Chikusa slid out of the room immediately, but Ken stayed next to you, wide eyed. “Mukuro-” “Out, now.” Ken took your hand and squeezed it, before reluctantly standing and leaving as well. Mukuro watched to make sure Ken and Chikusa were completely out of sight before coming to sit next to you on the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee, threw his arm onto the back of the couch behind you, and smirked. If you had been standing, your knees would have gone right out from under you. That being said you sank even further into the couch. “Mukuro, I-” He cut you off by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. When he pulled away he had to smile at your deer-in-headlights look. “Ken and Chikusa usually know what they’re talking about, but not this time.”

Byakuran: The shouting of Vongola’s Storm and second most powerful Rain reached Byakuran’s cell with no issues. You and Gokudera had been at it for hours and Byakuran was getting a little irritated with the Storm for snapping at you the way he was. Byakuran realized, of course, that somewhere in the midst of battle, he’d fallen in love you (or, at least, your past self), with no hope of his feelings being returned. With the Tsunayoshi of this time still in hiding, you, as his younger sister, manned the helm of the ship that was the Vongola and your current order of business was, well, Byakuran and you wanted to keep him alive. Gokudera let out a roar that snapped Byakuran out of his thoughts. “Just because you like him doesn’t mean he’s not still a danger!” Byakuran’s eyebrow rose, and a pleased smirk curled on his lips. “No,” you raged back, “The fucking flame suppressant device Sanner and Giannini made is what makes him not a danger, you prick! Stop arguing with me because he could be important!” “But Juudaime-” “He isn’t here, Hayato,” your voice was pained, and Byakuran felt a twinge of guilt as he realized that it was his fault, technically, that Tsunayoshi was gone. You continued, “Tsuna’s not here, and he left me in charge. I’ve had almost 10 years to figure out how to handle this, Shoichi and I have gone over it a million times, we’ve tested it hundreds more. This will work, so please, have a little faith in me.” Finally, finally, Gokudera’s voice lowered to normal, “I trust you, Undecimo.” The next few words were too quiet for Byakuran’s ears to hear, but he did pick up the sound of footsteps coming towards him, quick and light. You appeared outside his sell, still flushed from your shouting, face still stern. Your cocked one hip and placed your hands upon them. He gave you a grin, “Tell me more about how important I am, my love, I’m sure they didn’t hear you in Italy.” “Shut the fuck up.” “Yes, Undecimo.” “Fucker.”

KHR reference in ēlDLIVE (part5)

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Hiya guys, welcome back to another part of KHR reference in ēlDLIVE ep! Here we got ep11 and the references are a bit tricky in this one. I actually watched the scene through but seconds later have to backtracked it cause I saw two familiar buildings, somehow, somewhere before.

Here we got a scene from ēlDLIVE showing DeMille’s ship appearing on Earth at a school…

Now, where have we seen this school before??? Yes, it’s that infamous Namimori middle school

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Natural Leader

Prompt: Leader

Hibari had never liked being in the presence of other people. Even from a young age, he found them to be whiny, weak, irritating and mindless. They were noisy, boring and he found every instant he spent forced to interact with another human a complete waste of time. It wasn’t until elementary school that he discovered the perfect terminology to describe how he felt about the populace—herbivores, omnivores, and carnivores. Herbivores were the weakest link in the food chain, more often than not unable to defend themselves and pathetically going about their daily lives. Omnivores were slightly tolerable, as they had the ability to fight and defend their territory, but were partial to peaceful interaction. Carnivores were the top of the food chain, ruthless and dominating and unbeatable.

Hibari was the only carnivore he knew. He didn’t know any omnivores at all. Everyone that surrounded him was an herbivore.

He was five when he first enacted his natural-born ability to lead. He had been sitting alone in the sandbox, building a towering fortress of tightly-packed sand. A couple of kids approached him, wanting to play in the sand as well. Hibari narrowed his eyes at them, opening his mouth to tell them to disappear, when a thought struck him.

“Fine,” he said coolly. “But you do whatever I say. If you don’t, I’ll bite you to death.”

They recoiled slightly at his sneering tone, but did not retreat, which was their mistake. From then on, Hibari realized how to deal with herbivores. He could not change them permanently, but he could control them to behave as he wanted them to. For the next few weeks, as his sand castle grew in size, the children who wanted to utilize the sandbox were forced to comply with his rules. No talking, and they had to do exactly as he said.

There were the foolish ones who tried to rebel. They thought they were strong enough, brave enough to stand up to him. They were swiftly dealt with, one blow would send them flying to the ground with a bruised eye or cut lip. Angered parents would confront him, but they were just as herbivorous as their children.

He would glare at them, indifferent and cold, and they would eventually grow unnerved enough to scuttle their offspring away. His mother ignored the complaints of parents, dismissing his behaviour as playful.

And if a child could not successfully execute his directions, they were promptly bitten to death as well. He had no use for the weak and incompetent.

Hibari was ten when he utilized the full potential of his strength. He was walking the halls of his elementary school, anger twisting through him at the unnecessary noises that echoed off the walls, the pounding of footsteps against the tiles. He glowered at the observing teachers, who seemed content with this lack of control and order. His head began to ache and when one of his students slammed into his shoulder on accident, he grabbed hold of the boy and shoved him against the lockers.

“Running in the halls is against the rules,” he growled.

“Get off! You’re not a teacher, you can’t tell me what to do!”

Hibari removed his tonfas from the inside of his school jacket and sent the boy sailing down the hall. Everyone immediately stopped, eyes widening in fear, and one teacher stepped forwards.

“Hey, put those away this—”

Hibari struck the wall with his tonfa, creating a hole in the cement and sending chunks scattering in all directions. The teacher stilled, Hibari’s dark eyes drilling into him, filled with disgust. “If you will not reign in the herbivores, I will.” Moving his gaze to sweep across the now-quiet corridor, he said, “Better. Keep it silent or I’ll bite you to death.”

The kids turned to stare at Hibari’s victim, who was straggling to his feet, uniform torn and blood trickling down his chin. They hastily continued on their way, heads ducked down and considerably quieter than they were seconds before.

From that day on, Hibari was the unofficial hall monitor of his elementary school. He easily put the herbivores in their place and maintained the peace.
He was a leader, though not quite in the traditional sense. He did not do democracy, there was no teamwork. He made all decisions and enforced all punishments, regardless if his victim believed they deserved it or not. He ruled with an iron fist, and the herbivores either obeyed or were cut down for their insolence. He silenced the rowdy and cowed the obnoxious.

When Hibari enrolled into Namimori Middle, he quickly rose to power. He became the head of the Disciplinary Committee with little trouble and established dominance over the student populace. The teachers kept quiet and left him to do his work, fearful of consequence for their interference. The Disciplinary Committee members consisted of people who sincerely admired Hibari and his strength, and willingly followed him. It was different, not to have to force them to do his bidding, but he came to appreciate them in his own way.

Everything was perfect. There was no resistance. He never had to break a sweat when dealing with delinquents.  

It was very boring. Until he came.

The baby with the fedora. One day Hibari didn’t know he existed, the next Reborn became a permanent presence at Namimori Middle. He was almost always by the side of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Hibari had encountered Sawada before—it was a common sight to see him being bullied or stumbling through the halls on his own feet. He was a hopeless herbivore and Hibari dismissed him almost immediately. But when he came face-to-face with Sawada, Reborn watching with a thoughtful expression, Hibari saw something he hadn’t noticed before.

There was a spark in Sawada’s brown eyes, a tiny ember of defiance that not even he knew he possessed yet. Hibari paused, regarding the brunette and the baby for a moment, before moving on his way. He knew potential when he saw it. He wanted to see how Sawada would grow.

It was perhaps his mistake that he didn’t bite Sawada to death in that moment, but he believed Reborn wouldn’t have let him destroy him completely. So maybe it couldn’t have been helped, as bitter a taste that left in his mouth.

Hibari watched Reborn’s easy strength, one he wanted to go up against. But the baby held him at a distance, and Hibari knew later that he had unintentionally given him the perfect bait to use against him. If Hibari wanted to fight Reborn, and the other formidable enemies that seemed to now follow Sawada around every corner, he had to participate occasionally in the tasks Reborn arranged.

Hibari was not ignorant. He knew the overwhelming presence the mafia held in Italy. He caught on to what Reborn was trying to do. He resisted, refusing to crowd with such herbivores. He did not fight just anyone because he was told to. He chose his battles. He certainly didn’t want anything to do with the annoying group that suddenly surrounded Sawada. But Reborn still gave him the Cloud Ring, and Hibari kept it.

He had tried to get rid of it, once or twice. But in the end, he ultimately couldn’t go through with it. He wasn’t bored anymore, not with the challenging fights he got to partake in, to watch Sawada grow into his potential. And perhaps, though he would never admit, he felt the magnetic pull of the Cloud Ring, as if he had always been meant to wear it.

Hibari had always been a leader. He was never a follower. He did not follow orders, he gave them. And then Reborn came into the picture, and he got to know the true character of Sawada Tsunayoshi. As the years passed and the battles grew more difficult, Hibari could see that Sawada was no longer a herbivore. He was an omnivore, and eventually he conceded to acknowledge the brunette as his boss. He was praised as being the strongest Guardian, and the others never expected him to follow their orders. They knew who he was, and let him do his own thing (and the more he could irritate Gokudera and Mukuro the better), and in turn he grew content to be step-by-step with them.

With all the herbivores attempting to interfere with their business and break apart his family, he was fine with not being an absolute leader in one aspect of his life.


Okay…at first I’m like… “Gah, get that guy away from Dino!!”… then I’m like… “Hibari to the rescue!!”… my reaction afterwards was like… “In the END, Hibari still cares only about Namimori Middle and literally just kicks Dino aside…”

Well, alls well I suppose lmao… I mean, Dino does say that Kyoya just saved his life… in his own way hahaha *sweat drop*

Real Hibari x Dino here!! xD

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a fluffy scenario where the Vongola Guardian's tries to confess to their crush?

Sorry for this taking so long, anon!! I finally had time to write this now that I’m on break. I hope you like it! c:

Sawada Tsunayoshi

             “I can do this… I can do this… I can do this…”

            The words continuously slipped past Tsuna’s lips, and he found that even though they were supposed to be comforting him, they somehow had the reverse effect.

            He felt even more stressed out than before.

            Wringing his hands, Tsuna paced around the empty classroom and continued to murmur encouragement to himself even though it wasn’t helping very much. Tsuna wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to do it. He needed to confess to you today, but he was concerned about making a total fool of himself and completely crushing his chances with you.

            It wasn’t as if you were the most amazing person in Tsuna’s opinion—not at all—that made his cheeks flare with red and his spine tingle when he was around you. After Kyoko had denied his affections and he had made peace with the idea of just remaining friends with her, Tsuna had thought that he wouldn’t fall in love again so soon, or possibly at all anymore. Unfortunately for him, (or fortunately? If you returned his feelings?) you had completely shattered that conclusion he had made, with your personality and willingness to accept Tsuna for who he was. Your openminded take on life made Tsuna enamored by you, and he was really hoping that everything would work out once he told you how much you meant to him.

             Just as he picked up the broom at the back of the room and began to anxiously pass it back and forth from hand to hand, Tsuna heard the door slide and then snap open. He raised his head immediately and turned to the room’s entrance, and he was immobilized when he saw you standing at the doorway.

             “Oh, hi, Tsuna. I was just getting some things from my locker before cleaning duty,” you announced with a small smile as you placed your backpack on the ground near one of the front desks. “Do you want to sweep and I’ll clean the chalkboard?”

             “Sure,” agreed the nervous brunette as he clutched the handle of the broom in his hands tightly, almost feeling as if he would snap it in half accidentally. He began brushing some stray shreds of paper towards the back wall, but he was still out of it. Trying to focus all of his energy into sweeping and not staring at you, Tsuna managed to somehow avoid looking in your direction for the most of the time.

             By the end of cleaning duty, when he had replaced the broom at the back of the room again and helped straighten out the desks with you, his palms felt a little sweaty. Scratch that, they were pretty sweaty, and he wiped his hands against his pants so that you wouldn’t notice. Every single thing that he thought flawed his appearance seemed to be more apparent to him, and Tsuna swallowed fretfully. As he tried to build his courage, he was sure of one thing, though.

             He was not going to confess to someone as he had done to Kyoko that one time Reborn had shot him with the Dying Will Bullet… That had been embarrassing. This time, he wouldn’t mess up.

             “[Name]-chan/kun…” Tsuna wasn’t even aware that he had actually spoken your name out loud, and when you turned to face him, he supposed it really was now or never.

             Now that your attention was on him, and your eyes were focused on him, Tsuna felt even more unsettled than before, and he stuttered, “U-uh…” Oh no, he sounded like an absolute dork! He resisted the urge to slap a hand against his forehead and give up.

             Patiently, you waited for him to finish his thought, your hands neatly tucked behind your back, a smile on your face. “Don’t worry. Take your time.”

             Tsuna felt his cheeks blossom with red; you were so kind to him and willing to wait for him to recompose himself… He wondered if he ever could recompose himself with you in front of him. “I, um…”

             Closing his eyes, he forced the words from his lips, “I really like you, [Name]-chan/kun! Please go out with me!”

             He’d been so sure that you would reject him that he couldn’t believe that you had said yes.

             “A-are you sure?” Tsuna asked, his eyes slowly opening as he stared at you.

             With the smile on your face only growing, you nodded your head. “I’m sure. Yes. I like you too.”

             Tsuna felt his quivering lips pull upwards for the first time that day. He’d been so sure that you would reject him…

             Perhaps this love would work out for him.

Gokudera Hayato

             Really, this was unbelievable.

             All right, maybe it wasn’t completely outlandish, but Gokudera wondered how he had gotten this far into this pit of disastrous—in his opinion—emotions that he shouldn’t be feeling. There was a sense of elation that overcame him when he saw you, much like when he came across Tsuna, but he also felt warm and comforted by your presence. Gokudera always had to curse at himself in his mind to maintain his nonchalant look around you, because he was sure that if he didn’t focus on controlling his emotions, he would make a fool of himself in front of you.

             That’s why it was so ridiculous, Gokudera thought. You made him feel weak inside, vulnerable to something, and Gokudera didn’t like being vulnerable. You were that something, and Gokudera wasn’t quite sure how to go about fixing his problem.

             Somehow, his sister had noticed his behavior, and she’d commented that it wasn’t a “problem,” and that he was merely in love.

             Gokudera had responded to her observation with a snort. He wasn’t going to admit to Bianchi that he was in love. Somehow, she knew, and Gokudera felt emotionally exposed in front of his sister.

             Before he’d walked away from her, she had told him that the only way for him to feel better was to let you know how he felt about you, and that it was inevitable that you would find out.

             Dismayed, the silver-haired bomber really hoped that she wasn’t about to go and tell you that he actually loved liked you or anything if he didn’t mention it to you first.

             His concentration wasn’t the same ever since he’d realized that he actually did have a crush on you, and that there was a number of your characteristics that made him really fall headfirst for you. As much as he didn’t want to accept his feelings, Gokudera had to come to terms with the fact that he was in love with you. Frankly, he wasn’t sure how it had started—how he started really taking notice of you and finding different aspects of you to admire.

             All he knew now was that he felt a tad jealous when other people were around you… Especially if someone decided to flirt with you. Gokudera wasn’t oblivious to that burning sense of jealousy in his chest, and he knew that he wouldn’t be feeling that way about anyone else.

             He’d made the decision the night before to confess to you, somehow, as outrageous that seemed to him… Gokudera figured that he would be practical when he would tell you: He’d stay calm, just say that he liked you, and then wait for an answer.

             Shouldn’t be too hard.


             It was hard.

             When he’d pulled you aside after school as you left the campus and were heading home, he found that just looking at you threw off his calculated approach to confessing. What was he going to tell you again? His throat tightened, and Gokudera chewed on the end of his cigarette as he tried to form his thoughts into a coherent statement.

             “Something the matter, Gokudera?” you asked, tilting your head and readjusting your grip on the book in your hands.

             He suddenly glared at you with his olive green eyes, and you were taken aback for a moment. Then, he glanced away, and then he scoffed, “Tch.”

             If this was anyone else but Gokudera, you would have said that there was a tinge of pink on his face, for some reason.

             “I like you.”

             Blinking rapidly, you looked at Gokudera, whose hands were haphazardly tucked into his pockets, in disbelief. He didn’t just confess to you, did he?

             Your silence seemed to have unnerved him, for as you stood frozen in place, Gokudera’s gaze was averted from your figure, and he muttered under his breath, “I’m going.”

             You suddenly snapped our of your stupor and shook your head before blurting out in a rush of your thoughts, “Wait! I lo—like—I like you very much!”

             Aware that your cheeks were alight with color, you looked down at your sneakers and cursed yourself for having rather horrid tact.

             There was no response from Gokudera, and you feared peering up at him, but then you heard that light scoff of his again.

             “Tch. Th-that’s… fine.”

             A smile instantly bloomed on your face, and you didn’t have to look up to know that Gokudera was relieved, a somewhat senseless grin on his lips as well.

Yamamoto Takeshi

             Yamamoto supposed that a lot people—at first glance—believed he was rather clueless and airheaded. Perhaps they were right, perhaps they were wrong; however, Yamamoto didn’t really give their opinions much thought. Maybe he was unaware of some things, but the talented baseball player was sure that he wasn’t lost on one thing—that he really, really liked you.

             He’d seen you at mostly every single baseball game he’d played at Namimori Middle so far since your brother—the first baseman—was on the team. You were always dedicated in coming to all of his games, and Yamamoto admired that about you. On top of that, you were also very dedicated in your studies and didn’t mind helping out other students, within reason, when they needed assistance with school work. Yamamoto found you were an excellent peer tutor, as he’d even asked you a couple questions and realized that you had a very different teaching method than Gokudera’s. Your generosity was much appreciated by the Rain Guardian, and it was complemented by a variety of other traits Yamamoto liked about you.

             As he sat down at his seat ten minutes before the morning bell rang, Yamamoto saw you walk into class as well. You waved at him and made your way to his desk as the baseball player smiled at you. It wasn’t as if you two weren’t friends; in fact, you’d been friends for a long while now, and Yamamoto was planning to tell you about his feelings today.

             He’d be casual about it, and hopefully you’d accept. Otherwise, he’d understand.

             “Hey, Yamamoto! What’s up?” You were grinning as you tossed your bag onto the chair next to him.

             “Yo, [Name]!” Yamamoto returned your two-fingered greeting and then looked up thoughtfully. Should he tell you now or some other time? Nah, he wasn’t really the type to make a big deal about things… He’d just play it cool. “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?”

             You leaned back against your desk and shrugged. “Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

             Yamamoto’s signature grin stretched across his face, and he found one of his hands resting on the back of his neck when he said, “I really like you, [Name]!”

             “Eh?” You were almost completely thrown off-balance by his statement, and you could only stare at the baseball player in confusion. “I mean… I like you too? Unless you meant that in um… In the ‘like-like’ way…”

             Your cheeks became rose-colored, and you began absently tugging at the bottom of your vest.

             The soothing chuckle from Yamamoto’s lips made the awkwardness drift away from between you, and he reaffirmed his confession, “I really like-like you.”

             You weren’t sure what to say in response since you had been harboring romantic feelings towards him for a while, but you pushed your anxiety aside and pronounced, “I like you too, more than a friend… Yamamoto.”

             “Takeshi,” the baseball player corrected with a short laugh as he reached out to hold one of your hands.

             “Right.” A smile was on your face.

             The two of you laughed as Yamamoto pulled you forward for a hug.

Sasagawa Ryohei

             Sasagawa Ryohei was intensely passionate about many things—boxing, making sure his sister was all right, defending his family…

             He so happened to be extremely stricken with you.

             His love for you was something else he was seriously dedicated to, even though he’d never properly admitted his affections for you. Kyoko was well-aware of her brother’s fondness of you, and she advised that maybe it would be better for him to approach you without yelling that he loved you at the top of his lungs. Not that she disapproved, but she thought there might be a better way for him to confess to you without startling you.

             Finding wisdom in his younger sibling’s advice, Ryohei had decided to buy you one of your favorite snacks and give it to you when he conveyed his feelings to you. He’d like it if someone brought him food too.

             There were several reasons why Ryohei had fallen for you. Your accepting attitude and humor were two of the things he really liked about you, and sometimes the boxer wondered how you had even become his friend.

             “Oh, hey, [Last Name]!” Ryohei called out to you in order to catch your attention.

             Turning to the person who had said your name, you spotted the white-haired boxer running towards you. You waved to him and greeted, “Oh, hey, Sasagawa! How’s it going?”

             “I have something extremely important to tell you!” announced Ryohei confidently, one of his fists raised as he stopped in front of you.

             “Let’s hear it.” You nodded your head and waited for your friend to speak.

             “I extremely like you, [Last Name]!” The way the boy’s eyes lit up and his smile grew on his face made your heart beat a little faster.

             You let out a chuckle at Ryohei’s enthusiastic demeanor, and taking his confession in stride, you closed the space between you two and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Hey. That’s a good thing. I like you too, Sasagawa.”

             Ryohei seemed still as you hugged him, but then he laughed loudly and returned the embrace. He figured that he liked the warmth your body gave him, and he smiled and couldn’t help asking, “Will you hug me more like this?”

             “Of course,” you answered, finding the question very Ryohei-like. “We can cuddle later too.”

             The cheer your boyfriend gave made you laugh as you wound your arms around him more snugly.

Hibari Kyouya

             “Oh, hello, Hibird,” you murmured quietly at the familiar yellow avian that descended from the sky towards you. Extending one of your hands forward, you allowed the little bird to perch on your index finger before bringing him close to your face. “How are you?”

             Hibird tapped his beak against your nose once and let out a small coo of contentment which you took to mean that he was happy.

             “That’s good to know.” You stopped in the middle of the path out of the school when Hibird trilled and then flapped his wings to hover beside you instead. “Hm?”

             Since the campus was rather deserted by this time (you had stuck around to finish some papers for your club as you were a leading officer), you noticed the figure leaning against the stone wall next to Namimori’s gate. There was a dark piece of clothing draped over the person’s shoulders, and you realized, upon taking a few steps forward, that it was a school uniform gakuran. Only one student wore his gakuran like that, you remembered, and it hit you that you were looking at Hibari Kyouya.

             It made sense, as Hibird was still fluttering about you, and you didn’t dare move closer to the exit.

             Hibird had been familiar with you for a long while; sometimes the bird would follow you home or find you when you were outside playing a sport during physical education. You had only known his name was Hibird thanks to Sawada Tsunayoshi’s rather terrified remark about the avian’s presence near you. He’d said that the bird was Hibari’s. However, even though you knew Hibird, you never really knew that much about his owner. Hibari seemed to be in the same places you were more times than not, like when you were walking to the school’s library or making your way to the bread vending machines.

             Although you were conscious of his violent behavior, you thought that if you just stayed out of his way and abided by the school rules, then you wouldn’t have any ill-fated encounters with him. You never sought him out, so you would be all right.

             However, you were a bit confused as to why he would be seeking you, it seemed, whenever he appeared in the same location you were. Maybe it was just coincidence, but you still were curious about him.

             Though, that didn’t mean you wanted to have any confrontations with him; you were fine with observing from afar. He intrigued you a bit too, though; you were interested in getting to know him better. You just weren’t sure how you should go about that since you knew he wasn’t fond of interacting with other people, for the most part. From what you did see of him, you admired his dedication to discipline, although his methods for enforcing the rules might need a little work. You did find that his relatively quiet and—usually—unobtrusive presence was preferable over other people’s loud company.

             As you figured that you might as well get home because it was getting late—never mind if Hibari was at the gates or not—you began walking forward again. Just as you rounded the corner of the wall and out of school, you heard a cool voice ring out in the silence.

             “You interest me.”

             Those were the first words that Hibari had ever spoken to you, and you turned back to look at him. You found yourself not missing a beat when you replied evenly, the same kind of amusement in your voice that was in his, “So do you.”

             “Hn.” You heard the heels of Hibari’s shoes clicking against the pavement as he began walking after you. He wasn’t sure how to tell you that he kind of, maybe, sort of, possibly liked you, and he wanted to get to know you more than what people would consider as “just friends.”

             For sure, Hibari was not going to tell you that he liked you, in all those ridiculous ways that other males had shown their affections towards their “crushes.”

             “How do I interest you?” you questioned, looking to your side where Hibari was now walking. “I don’t think we’ve really met before.”

             As Hibird rested in his hair, Hibari remained quiet in response to your inquiry, and he wondered what a proper answer would be. He’d assessed you from afar, just as he could tell you did him when he was in your vicinity. You fit what he was looking for in someone, even though you might not be aware of it yourself. Just as the two of you halted at an intersection, a thought came to him, and he smirked slightly.

             “You’re the only one suitable for me.”

             There was a certain tone in his voice, the way his inflection dropped that made your cheeks flush with a bright wash of pink. Was he implying that he was actually interested in having a significant other? And that you were the one he wanted?

              “O-oh.” You let your eyes focus on the cars whirring past before you glanced at Hibari. He seemed pretty confident about his statement, and your thoughts wandered for a moment. Maybe you’d give him a chance, and you’d find out more about him, just as you wanted.

             You nodded your head and then answered him calmly, “Then, I guess, I’ll have to see if you’re the only one who’s suitable for me.”

             Hibari’s gaze found yours—a glint in his eyes—and you swore that your heart rate rocketed for a second when he replied without hesitation, “Hm. I am the only one.”


             Lambo wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but he was going to confess to you today.

             He had debated writing you a love letter like he’d seen his classmates do when they’d wanted their crushes to know about their affections for them, but he felt like he wouldn’t see genuine enough. He could tough it out and talk to you in person. Yeah, he was Lambo Bovino, he could do it.

             Tsuna had even encouraged him, telling him that he’d told his crush in person about his feelings, and that it had all worked out for him.

             Lambo was sure he could do it too, then, when he had learned of his “big brother’s” success in starting his relationship which was going strong for around ten years and counting.

             Now that he was hesitantly pacing outside of the fencing club’s facilities, however, Lambo wasn’t so sure anymore. His typical confidence had been diminished, and the teen was really wishing that some of his childhood haughtiness would return to him right now. He needed the morale boost pretty desperately.

             Nervously, Lambo held the box of sweets he wanted to give to you when he confessed in front of him and then tucked it behind his back. It was a few minutes until he realized that he was suddenly tossing the package up and down, and he quickly stopped himself. He was really distracted, and he knew that he was anxious.

             Trying to calm his nerves, Lambo thought about anything that would cheer him up. His friends, his family, the grape candy he really liked…

             And then his mind went back to the container of candies in his hands, and then he thought who they were going to—not him, but you—and then he was apprehensive all over again. He stared and stared at the box, and then thought about what he’d do with them if you didn’t accept him.

If you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, then he’d just go eat all of the candies he had bought for you and wallow in his despair.

             Lambo nodded. Yeah, that sounded like a fine back-up plan. After all, he got some candies he liked. That would help him forget about you, hopefully.


             Eyes widening, the aforementioned teen straightened up immediately, and subconsciously, his hands snapped to behind his back, the box still settled between them. He knew that voice, and sure enough, it was you, standing in the doorway, your bag of kendo gear slung over your shoulder and your shinai in one of your hands.

             “A-ah. Hi, [Name],” greeted Lambo tensely, a timid smile stretched across his face.

             “What’s up?” You moved out of the space in front of the door and stood beside him. “Got something for me?”

             Without looking at you, Lambo shoved the sweets into your hands and stated rather loudly, “Um, yeah! I got you some of your favorite candies, and I just wanted to say that I like you a lot and um!”

             This was not going the way that Lambo had thought it would, and he didn’t even want to look up at you when you took the box from his hands.

             “Oh, Lambo, thank you!” You nudged him with you elbow and then patted the top of his head. “Hey, look up.”

             Following your instruction, Lambo slowly raised his head and waited for your response.

             “Don’t make that face,” you laughed lightly. “I like you too.”

             Lambo tackled you for a hug. “Yahoooo!”

             You rolled your eyes as you held your childhood friend in your arms, but a smile was on your face.

Rokudo Mukuro

             Checking the expiration date on some of the pocky on one of the shelves in front of you, you hummed a quiet tune and then scribbled down some notes on your clipboard’s paper. Working a part-time job at a convenience store wasn’t too bad, but there were some moments when the shop got hectic during the evening hours you had after school. Usually you worked by yourself, like you were today, so that was why. Since you wanted to pay for your own expenses—things you really wanted—without asking your parents, you had taken up the job. It felt nice to be a little independent.

             As you continued to take inventory, you walked down other aisles of snacks in the store before spotting a familiar pineapple-styled haircut poking up from behind one of the other shelves.

             You smiled.

             That was another upside of working at this convenience store. You’d made some interesting friends, including a blond with the sharpest teeth you’d ever seen, a teen perpetually wearing a white beanie, and two people with hairstyles resembling pineapples.

             They’d all come and go at their own leisure, but they’d always buy a load of snacks—pocky, crackers, seaweed, and candies. You wondered what they would do with so much, but you didn’t pry. It wasn’t your business.

             “Oi, pineapple,” you called out, knowing who was standing behind the shelf across from you. Chrome was shorter than the shelf, so that left only one person with that haircut whom you knew.

             You weren’t surprised to hear a familiar laugh resounding from behind you, and you were even less surprised to see Mukuro not standing where he had been, but behind you, now. Having been friends with Mukuro for a while, you were used to his illusions. At first, you were unconvinced that he could create illusions or even that he had “Mist Flames” as he said. However, when—out of anger—you had conjured up your own illusions one day, when Mukuro’s gang had made a mess in the store, you believed him. In fact, the two of you had fun creating illusions sometimes to prank customers, but you never went too far that they left and never came back again. Just the occasional bag of chips falling on someone’s head when no one was near them, nothing too drastic.

             “Kufufufu. How rude, [Last Name].” There was a slightly indignant edge to Mukuro’s tone, and you had to hold back a laugh at his annoyance of your nickname for him.

             “Good to see you’re here,” you replied, ignoring his comment. “Is there something you need?”

             “Yes, I have my eye on it every time I come here,” answered the illusionist, with what you thought was a hint of smugness in his voice.

             Looking back at your clipboard, you absently addressed him, “Oh, yeah? What is it? That chocolate you really like? Isn’t it your favorite food or something? What do you feel like this time, dark or milk? Lemme check if we have some in stock still…”

             You were flipping through the sheets on your clipboard when it was plucked from your hands. “Wha—!”

             Rounding on Mukuro, you were about to snatch it back from him when you realized how close he was to you. “H-hey, why’re you—”

             “Silly [Last Name]. I always have my eye on you whenever I come here.”

             You sputtered for a second and then tried to form a coherent response, but failed when you understood what he was saying. You were stuck looking at Mukuro, who was leaning over you, one of his hands beside your head and the other holding your clipboard.

             “Kufufu.” Mukuro enjoyed seeing you a bit disconcerted for a moment, not at all because he wanted to get you back for referring to him as such a despicable, spiny fruit. “And if you were curious, [Last Name], that means I quite like you.”

Dokuro Chrome

             Chrome had told you that she’d be out at the park for a while, and you knew that she needed some time to herself, perhaps just to think. You understood where she was coming from, but that had been hours ago, and now you were wondering where she might have possibly gone and if she was even at the park still. The thought of Chrome being in danger did occur to you, but you knew that she had grown much stronger and could take care of herself, without your help.

             You just wanted to know where she had gone.

             Pulling on your jacket, you left Tsuna’s house—there had been a homework gathering and afterwards just time to hang out—and started for the park. It didn’t take you long to get there, and when you arrived, you found Chrome sitting on a swing and slowly rocking back and forth.


             She turned to look at you and then glanced away. You barely heard her soft greeting in return, and you knew that something was off about her instantly.

             “Hey, you okay?” you questioned, claiming the swing next to her and gently resting a hand on her shoulder. “Need to talk about anything?”

             You saw Chrome’s lips pinch together, and then she shook her head, almost as if she was trying to convince herself as well as you that she didn’t need to speak to you about anything.

             Instead of calling her out, you let her be, and you kicked your feet into the air as you swung. Chrome seemed to be thinking deeply as she had stopped moving the swing and let her legs go limp, her shoes pressing into the dirt.

             It was only a couple minutes before Chrome suddenly stood up from her seat, and you hastily stopped your own swing as you knew that she was going to say something. You hopped off and walked to her side, but this time you didn’t prompt her to tell you what she was thinking.

             “[Name]…” She looked at you, her arms folded behind her back as she dug the toe of her shoe into dirt a bit uneasily.

             “Yes?” Your brows furrowed as you wondered what might be wrong.

             She seemed to be debating one last thing before she opened her mouth to speak again. “[Name], I like you. I think—a lot more than just… as a friend.”

             With her cheeks a shade of pink, Chrome ducked away from you and started to hurry off, but you caught her arm. “Wait!”

             Immediately, she looked back at you, and you smiled reassuringly at her. “Come here. I like you too—more than just a friend.”

             Chrome was hesitant for a second, and then she let you pull her into your arms, a gentle and welcoming embrace that she enjoyed.

             “Ah… I’m glad, then.”

Upon meeting Tsuna, Reborn realizes that he can’t use Dying Will bullets on Tsuna. Why? Because Tsuna doesn’t have any regrets worth living for.

Point #1: In canon, Tsuna’s mainly ignored what his classmates said, the distance between his mother and himself, and the absence of his father. In this, he decides that it was better if he simply disappeared.

Point #2: Tsuna isn’t Dame-Tsuna at school anymore. He maintains average– too average, Reborn thinks– grades. He usually disappears for lunch, so most people don’t even talk to him. He goes unnoticed. Forgotten.

Point #3: Nana barely realizes she has a son. She knows she has to make enough for two people, but sometimes she thinks that, maybe, she’s the one eating it all. She knows that she lives in a house for a family, but the things upstairs almost never seem disturbed. She remembers her husband, but did she have a child? There are no pictures of him. There are no phone calls from a school telling her to pick up her sick child, her child who got into a fight, her child who got amazing grades, her child who did nothing, her child who was nothing.

Point #4: Hibari knows that Tsuna exists, keeps an eye on him, but because Tsuna hasn’t actually broken any rules (not even crowding), he hasn’t done anything.

Point #5: Yamamoto does know Tsuna tries not to exist. He knows that Tsuna’s never there after class or during lunch, but he doesn’t say anything. (When Yamamoto almost “accidentally” dies, he doesn’t because Tsuna, kind of irritated, texts him (anonymously) that he has far more things left to live for.)

Point #6: When Reborn arrives, he is for a moment, monumentally confused. There are no death records for Sawada Tsunayoshi, the files say he attends Namimori middle, but even the boy’s mother doesn’t remember she has a son.

Point #7: He manages to track down Tsuna by looking into the classes and follows him around. He thinks that Tsuna might already know about the mafia because he’s researching the ways a person can die, ways to make sure bodies are never found, ways to find, fake, and destroy records. He keeps thinking that until he realizes that Tsuna’s only looking into ways to self-inflict death, ways to not have to move the body and still make it disappear, and ways that a person can make themselves fade away.

Point #8: The biggest problem in training isn’t unsealing Tsuna’s flames or getting up his confidence. Not anymore. It’s convincing Tsuna to want to live again.

Point #9: The only way to get Tsuna back to having regrets is by completely destroying his progress of making himself disappear.

Point #10: Gokudera’s first impression of Tsuna’s way different because he sees the “I would kill someone if it meant I could die without a soul knowing” expression on Tsuna’s face instead of the klutzy “Dame” in canon.

anonymous asked:

im almost certain yr not doing the "1 sentence" au's anymore... but my immortal au

i’m certainly not… but…. i will do this just for u anon

AU (My Immortal parody) (bonus: Fibro!Tsuna edition):

Hi my name is Sawada Tsunayoshi but no one can pronounce it right so most people just call me No Good Tsuna and I’m really bad at doing just about anything (that’s how I got my nickname). I have gravity defying mousy brown hair that sticks up every which way and eyes like pools of chocolate (like, milk chocolate, but dark chocolate on bad days) and a lot of people tell me I look like Sawada Ieyasu (AN: if u don’t know who he is, that’s fine, he’s only like the founding father of my entire family line and used to be the most powerful man in Italy, it’s cool, that’s no big deal). I’m related to him but I wish I wasn’t because that means being related to my dad, who is a major fucking loser dad. I have fibromyalgia which means I’m practically always in pain and always tired and I will let you know as many times as necessary, which is all the time. I go to Namimori Middle School and am in my first year (I’m.. 13? I don’t even know). I have fibro (in case you’ve forgotten already) and i wear mostly comfortable clothing because anything else puts me in the front row seat of Hell. I love ugly Christmas sweaters as long as they’re nice and fluffy, I’ll take everyone’s comfy ugly Christmas sweaters. For example today I was wearing a bright blue sweater with a unicorn on it that my tiny tutor got for me, and I was wearing this over my school uniform. I was heading to school. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which is absolutely fucking awful because I was so damn cold and my bones were rattling like spoons in an empty jar. Speaking of spoons in empty jars, a lot of my classmates stared at me, probably because of the sweater.

I exit left, pursued by my tutor dressed in a teddy bear outfit telling me I should at least check in for attendance before ditching.

can you believe i’ve never actually read my immortal before so i had to look it up JUST to write this

((I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two together!))

Takeshi Yamamoto -
“I see your dad went a little rough on you, huh?” You spoke, bandaging Takeshi’s arm after a sword-training session with his father. You didn’t know why he all of a sudden took such interest in fighting, but you wouldn’t comment on it until he brought it up. You trusted him, and you knew that eventually he would tell you why. So you would wait until then.

He laughed, rubbing the back of his head with his other arm that wasn’t as damaged. Honestly, he only had a few cuts here and there. The rest were mostly bruises from getting hit with the dull side of the sword. “Yeah, a little, but I don’t mind. I have you to heal me.”

He smiled at you, so bright and innocent that you couldn’t help but tilt your head down to your hands as you flushed. You didn’t want him to see your flushed face. “O-of course! You are great practice.” You thought about going into the medical field, but you still weren’t sure if that’s where you heart laid after school.

“I think you’ll be a great doctor, (Name).” He spoke softly, before shutting up. You didn’t know what to say to that, so for few moments you continued to work in silence. That was okay, however, because you really didn’t feel the need to say something. It wasn’t awkward like you would have thought. It was actually quite nice.

“Okay, all bandaged up!” You called after a half-hour of checking all of his wounds, even the ones under his clothing which wasn’t the most comfortable thing but if you wanted to be a doctor you’d have to get use to it.

“Thank you so much, (Name). I’ll treat you to sushi to repay you!” He said, as you smiled.

“Good, because I’m hungry!”

Dino -
“I told you to be more careful!” You exclaimed, shaking your head with a smile on your face as you re-positioned the pillow underneath Dino’s broken foot. You had warned him to be careful when walking down the stairs because his men weren’t around, and yet even when he did he still ended up with a broken foot.

The whole situation was amusing to you, and you couldn’t help but laugh that your boyfriend was so clumsy. “I was being careful.” He spoke with a small pout, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You laughed, “I know. You just couldn’t help but fall for me all over again.” You teased, grinning at him as you poked his nose with your finger. Dino was so cute, everything you ever wanted in a man, so it didn’t bother you one bit that you’d have to take care of him while he laid in bed.

He flushed a bit as you got up from the bed. “Do you need anything?” You questioned with a gentle look. You wanted to do anything and everything you could to make him more comfortable as he was going to be bedridden for quite some time.

“Um, some of your great cooking would be nice.” He spoke with a sly smile as you beamed back at him.

“Okay, I’ll go get the trash can for you.” You joked before giving him a kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back, yell if you need anything while I’m gone okay?”

“Will do, my love.”

Xanxus -
“I see he did a number on you.” You spoke, dabbing at the wound on Xanxus’s cheek to get rid of any dirt that may have gotten inside. You were careful even though you didn’t need to be. He could handle a little pain, or a lot of pain; He was just good like that.

Xanxus was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, hell you didn’t even need to do this, but you did it anyway because you wanted to. He was your boyfriend and you felt like you needed to take care of him every once and a while.

He grunted, a frown on his handsome face as you shook your head. You wouldn’t say anything else related to his injuries, not wanting to get on his bad side.

You continued to disinfect his wounds, bandaging them as soon as they were clean so they wouldn’t bleed so much. He wasn’t extremely hurt in a way that he would need surgery, but you knew a few would need stitches.

“Thanks, woman.” He spoke after all his wounds were taken care of. You could tell he was feeling a little bit awkward about the whole situation. Normally you were the one being taken care of, not the other way around.

You smiled, kissing him on the forehead. “I’m gonna go get Lussuria. He could probably stitch a few of these up, and if not him, I’ll call a doctor or something. I’d rather you didn’t bleed out and leave me all alone.” You spoke playfully, leaving Xanxus to think how lucky he was to have a great girl like you.

Hayato Gokudera -
“I see you got your ass kicked.” You spoke, eyebrow raised as you watched Hayato try to clean his wounds. He was doing a pretty okay job, but what kind of person would you be not to offer to help him? “You need any help there?” You questioned softly.

“Yeah.” He hissed, frowning at the bottle of disinfectant that caused him all this pain. Even though you just came home from shopping, you were still willing to help him out with his injuries.

You smiled at him, walking over and taking the bottle from him. He mostly had bruises and small scrapes here and there, nothing that would really require a lot of treatment to begin with. It wouldn’t be hard either, which was good because you didn’t know much about treating wounds.

“Were there like five guys that ganged up on you or?” You questioned in a less than serious tone. You should have taken this situation more seriously, but you couldn’t help but joke in times like these.

“Nah, just three.” He replied with a shrug. “They were acting like asshole to the Tenth, so I had to put them in their place.” He smiled when he said that, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. You knew how much Tsuna meant to him as the boy was probably Hayato’s first ever friend.

“Well, at least you did a good thing.” You proudly said, happy that your boyfriend cared about his friends.

Kyoya Hibari -
You didn’t expect for your boyfriend, Kyoya Hibari, to show up at your door in the middle of the night. You were just lucky you lived alone, not having to worry about tip-toeing over anyone to answer the knocks at your front door.

“My god, Kyoya!” You exclaimed, hurrying him inside after getting a good look at his face. How he got so injured, you didn’t know. Honestly, you never even thought it was possible with how strong he was.

He didn’t say a word, allowing himself to be ushered into your home and sat down on your couch as you ran off to grab the first aid kit. Even when you came back from grabbing the kit, he didn’t say a word.

You had grown accustomed to silence around Kyoya, as he only spoke when he wanted or needed to. You supposed that he had nothing to say to you at the moment as you did your best to take care of the wounds on his face and hands.

“I have a few guesses as to what happened, but do you want to talk about it?” You had asked after finally finishing up taking care of him.

“Some people were loitering around Namimori Middle. I took care of it.” He responded before cupping your face with his hand. “Thank you for waking up at one in the morning to take care of me.”

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t? By the way, you are more than welcome to crash on my couch tonight.” You spoke, giving him a kiss on the cheek before whispering, “Or with me, either is fine.”

Byakuran -
You heard a loud banging noise come from the kitchen and couldn’t help yourself from checking it out. You knew that Byakuran had went to go get something out of the oven, so you couldn’t help but be concerned for his well-being. What you saw when you got there was your boyfriend hissing in pain over the burn wound on his hand.

The cookie sheet had been dropped on top of the oven, and you could tell that he must have burnt himself in the process of getting the sheet of delicious treats out of the oven. You sighed, laughing a bit to yourself as your boyfriend tried to take care of the wound.

“Allow me.” You spoke, gently taking his wrist into your own hand as he pouted at you.

“Do you think I can’t handle it?” He questioned, frowning a bit at your eagerness to take care of him.

“No, I just thought I could help. Do you not want me to?” You questioned back, watching him shake his head. He wanted your help, probably because he didn’t know what to do with the burn on his hand. Just moments ago he was blowing on it, hoping that would take care of it.

You quickly got him to the sink, turning the so that it was cool rather than freezing or too warm. “Keep your hand under the water for at least five minutes. I don’t think you seriously burned yourself so that should be enough. If it isn’t keep it under for longer.”

“But that’s so boring.” He spoke with a pout, displeased that he injured himself when he could be eating amazing cookies. “I could be doing something else.”

“Hey, you had to go and burn yourself, not my fault.” You teased before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. “Besides, the cookies have to cool a bit or else you’ll burn your mouth.” How you knew what he wanted, he’d never know.

Solution To Failure

Rating: K+
Note: Hibari sees the others as part of his pack, and you can’t tell me that they didn’t grow on him over the years. He totally cares for them…and I’m all for Big Brother Kyoya, so whatever, ha ha.

Slouching low in his wooden desk chair, Lambo watched with apprehensive eyes as his teacher walked up and down the aisles, handing back their math exam. He felt he had good reason to be nervous, as he had spent more time playing videogames than studying.

His teacher stopped beside him. “Try a little harder next time, eh, Bovino?” he said, placing a sheaf of stapled papers face down on Lambo’s desk. He winced.

Ooh. That doesn’t sound good.

“Yes, sir,” he replied. When the man moved on to the next student, Lambo flipped his test over and groaned at the sight of ugly red marks littering the front page alone. A big fat zero glared at him from the top right corner.

I didn’t even guess right! he thought in dismay. I should have gotten pity marks.

The bell rang then, signalling the end of the day. “See you tomorrow!” the teacher called as the students started to get up and gather their stuff together. Lambo tried to make a quick escape, but his teacher added, “Bovino, get your test signed and return it to me tomorrow.”

With a heavy heart, he nodded and shuffled out of his classroom, bag slung over his shoulder. “Well. I’m screwed,” he muttered. He pulled his cellphone out of the pocket of his schoolbag and fired off a text to his best friend.

Failed my math test. Scored a zero. Any ideas?’

He received a response just as he was stepping out the front doors of Namimori Middle and into the afternoon sunlight. Folding his hand around the screen to block the glare, Lambo squinted to see what I-Pin had sent him.

I’ll pick out the casket. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a nice funeral.’

Lambo rolled his eyes. ‘That’s very helpful. Thank you.’

He could practically hear I-Pin’s laugh, even though she was a good distance away, reading his despaired messages in Hong Kong. She always seemed to take amusement out of his problems, especially when he was the one who put himself in said problems.

His phone vibrated, alerting him that his best friend had responded. 'In all seriousness, you should come clean.’

Well, at least this piece of advice was sincere, though he didn’t really want to reveal his horrendous results to his older brothers. He especially did not want Reborn to find out, because then he would be in for another torturous tutoring session that would leave him with a few decent-sized bruises.

His phone gave another buzz. 'Or you could just get Mama to sign it and leave it at that.’

Lambo brightened. Now this was what he called problem-solving. 'You’re a genius.’

His best friend replied with a coy, 'I have my moments.’

Now a lot less stressed, Lambo walked home with a relaxed posture. While Mama would be disappointed, she would be too used to Tsuna’s dismal test performances to be really mad at him. She would simply sigh, tell him to try a little harder, and scrawl her signature. There would be very little to no fuss.

He just had to do it when his siblings weren’t visiting.

Nono had set up a temporary Japanese base until the lot of them moved to Italy. Ryohei, Yamamoto, Gokudera and Tsuna resided in a modest house a few minutes away from the Sawada residence. Though there was also a room for Hibari, he chose to live in an apartment with Kusakabe. He claimed it was because he didn’t like crowding with herbivores, but the apartment the two ex-Disciplinary Committee members lived in was rather close to the other Guardians.

Lambo supposed it was because the house Tsuna and the others lived in was a bit on the small side. Hibari would, however, move with them into Vongola Mansion, which was extremely spacious. Mukuro and Chrome were currently living with Ken and Chikusa in their apartment, which was personally paid for by Nono on Tsuna’s request.

Despite each of them having their own living spaces, the Sawada household was the common meeting ground for the family members, and Nana embraced them all fondly.

“Here’s hoping no one stops by to gorge on Mama’s food,” muttered Lambo. He reached the Sawada household stepped through the front door. The place was silent, so he took that to be a good sign. He kicked off his shoes and poked his head into the kitchen. Futa was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a textbook. “Hey, Futa.”

“Hey, Lambo,” he greeted with a smile. “How was school?”

“Alright,” he replied casually. “You?”

“Hard. I have a science exam tomorrow.”

Lambo frowned. “That’s no fun.”

“Tell me about it,” agreed Futa.

“Do you know where Mama is?”

Futa pointed towards the hall. “Outside. She’s having tea.”

“Thanks.” Lambo left the kitchen, sliding into the hall and going over to the sliding glass door. He jerked it open, shouting, “Mama! I need you to sign-!”

His words quickly halted upon spotting Hibari Kyoya sitting on the edge of the porch with Nana, calmly sipping tea from a porcelain cup. Gray eyes flashed over to meet wide green orbs.

The twelve-year-old quickly put a smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Lambo-kun,” said Nana cheerfully. “Come have tea with us!”

“No, it’s-”

Lambo’s attempted rejection of the offer was cut off as Hibari pulled him down, so that he was sitting between the two adults. Lambo reluctantly accepted the cup of tea Nana offered to him and took a sip. “Thanks,” he muttered. “But I really should be-”

“What do you need to have signed?”

Lambo snapped his gaze over to his older brother, and his heart started beating a little faster at the intense stare directed at him. “What?” he squeaked.

“You said you wanted Mama to sign something.”

It was mostly due to Nana’s insistence that anyone close to Tsuna called her Mama, as she truly treated them all like her children. There had certainly been surprise when Hibari first referred to the woman as such, but soon the shock wore off and Tsuna was rather pleased by this progress in his Cloud Guardian’s attitude.

But of course, this change had led to visits, and now Lambo was very close to getting busted.


“Oh, that’s right!” exclaimed Nana. “I’ll have to get a pen. Is it a permission form, Lambo-kun?”

“It can wait!” said Lambo hastily, setting his cup down and climbing to his sock-clad feet. “I’m gonna go to my room now. See you, Kyo-nii.”

He hurried inside and took the stairs two at a time. “Hey, Bianchi,” he greeted the pink-haired woman as they passed each other on the second-floor landing. Before she could respond, the boy disappeared into his bedroom, door shutting firmly behind him.

Arching an eyebrow, Bianchi mused, “Wonder what’s with him.”

“That’s what I’m going to find out.”

Hibari strode up the stairs and Bianchi glanced at him in amusement. “You do that.” She ventured down the steps. “If it’s a love problem, be sure to let me know,” she called over her shoulder as she descended, prepared for a long night of helping Futa with his studying.

Hibari opened Lambo’s bedroom door without knocking, and caught the boy in the act of shoving his schoolbag underneath his bed. “Small animal.”

Tripping over his feet in his haste to turn around, Lambo struck the hardwood floor and stared up with wide eyes. “You can’t just walk in without knocking!”

“I can and I did.” Hibari closed the door behind him and moved further into the room. He stepped over the splayed-out boy and crouched down, hooking two fingers through the strap of the bag and dragged it out.

“Wait,” cried Lambo, reaching out to grab his bag. “You can’t go through there!”

Hibari easily pulled the bag from the boy’s grasp and used his other arm to haul him to his feet. “Sit,” he ordered, and Lambo quickly obeyed, dropping down on the end of his bed.

Hibari rummaged through the contents of the bag before pulling out a test paper. He stared at the abysmal grade before glancing at his younger brother, who was now looking firmly at his feet.

“My eyes are up here.”

Lambo slowly glanced up, his anxiety clear in his green gaze. Hibari flicked through the test with a strict frown. “I believe you had at least three weeks to study for this test.”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“There is no reason for having failed so completely, unless you weren’t studying at all.”

The twelve-year-old swallowed thickly. “I didn’t. I completely forgot about it. I was playing videogames.”

“Then that leads us to your punishment.”

Lambo flinched. “Are you going to tell Reborn?”

“I ought to,” returned Hibari. “Perhaps his tutoring methods will cause you to take school more seriously.”

He nervously twisted his hands together, already envisioning the sound smacks and harsh kicks to his backside the hitman would deliver once news of his failure reached him. “Okay,” he mumbled, knowing he really didn’t have much say in the matter.

Hibari let the child stew in his worries for a moment before saying, “But if you manage to score an eighty on the retest, then perhaps no one will need to know of this disaster.”

Lambo furrowed his brow in puzzlement. “But…I don’t get a retest.”

“I have connections. You’ll get a retest, and you won’t screw around this time.” Hibari pulled a pen from the pocket of his jeans and signed his name at the bottom of the first test page. “Bring this in tomorrow. Your retest should occur sometime next week.”

Lambo took the signed test, a bright smile on his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Lambo-kun!” Nana called from downstairs. “I have snacks for you and Kyoya-kun!”

“Okay, Mama!” Lambo answered. He glanced at Hibari. “Are you staying or…?”

“I’m not leaving until we go over this mess,” the man answered, gesturing towards the test in the boy’s hands.

“Then we’re gonna need food,” decided Lambo. He set his math test aside and rushed out of the room, eager to see what snacks Nana had made for them.

Hibari sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Lambo’s phone out of his schoolbag. He lazily scrolled through the boy’s recent texts and arched an eyebrow upon spotting the short exchange between the boy and I-Pin.

Helping him be dishonest results in being bitten to death.’

He received a response almost instantly.

Well, I did give him two options. He just happened to choose the slightly dishonest one. So technically, he should be the one bitten to death.’

Hibari shook his head, lips quirking slightly. 'You’re both rotten brats.’

Can’t argue with that one.’

Lambo walked in then with a plate of freshly baked cookies and spotted his phone in Hibari’s grasp. “You can’t just invade my privacy like that!” he whined, setting the food down on his bedside table.

“So long as I’m Kyo-nii, I have the right to invade your privacy to ensure you’re not doing anything stupid,” returned Hibari.

The boy frowned. “Then how come I can’t go through your stuff?”

Hibari gave the child’s behind a light kick. “Because then I’d most certainly have to bite you to death. Now stop whining and start telling me which formulas to use.”

Minor Alteration AU

It’s an AU where everything is the same except for a few minor alterations/reverse stuff about the cast:

  • Tsuna doesn’t punch; he kicks people. Instead of gloves, he got spike-soled, steel toe boots

  • Gokudera has a small unlit dynamite in his mouth, and his weapons are cigarettes

  • Yamamoto practices kendo and he learned the way of the baseball from his dad

  • Ryohei is a ballet dancer

  • Lambo hates grape candy

  • Hibari is modern-day Snow White; his animals fight for him as he sings the Namimori Middle School anthem. He can fight, but only when his animals are out for the count

  • Mukuro has coconut bowl cut hair. So does Chrome and Daemon Spade

  • Reborn’s hair is curly and his sideburns are spiky/zigzag

  • Haru is a kickboxer instead of being in the gymnastics club

  • Kyoko is the skeptical, serious girl to Hana’s airhead, perpetual smiling one

  • Shoichi is not smart, but everyone thinks he is because he gets involved in a lot of accidents that result in his ‘inventions’ working like a pro

  • Giannini is the smart one whose inventions never fail

  • Spanner… is “spanner in the works”. Most of his inventions are dope but Shoichi manages to cover up for his mess with his accidental successes
  • Xanxus drinks tea so he throws flowery teapots and dainty little teacups at people with his pinkies up. His pinkies up is his special tea-time “fuck you”

  • Squalo has a soft voice on the outside, but his inner thoughts are loud. “…attacco di squalo…" ‘VOOOOOOOOOI!’

  • Bel throws spoons instead of knives

  • Levi…. doesn’t look creepy at all

  • Lussuria is ace

  • Mammon’s money is play money from monopoly

  • Byakuran has devil wings instead of angel wings

  • Enma has bandages on his face because he is like Heiwajima Shizuo who can beat down punks and they just keep on coming back for more so he has no other choice but to fight

  • Bermuda and the rest of Vindice are good-looking with faces worthy of a model underneath the bandages

  • Tsuna and co. meet Checkerface as Checkerface in the future, while they meet him as Kawahira in the Representative Battles

Aaaand that’s it.