Theory of Introduction
The newbie stands in front of him, fidgeting around.
Says, "Ah! He-hello, Dino!" And abruptly quiets down again.
Dino smiles at him genuinely.
The new kid is cute. Just...really cute, even though the stylists have given him the craziest hairstyle he's seen so far and his experience in that regard is not to be underestimated. He's worked with Visual Kei artists after all.
Then again the kid might be into Visual Kei too. The hair, check. The make-up, check. The jewelry, check, check and check again. It's all eccentric enough, but if the kid really wants to pass for mainstream with it, that's still possible. Maybe.
"No need to be nervous," Dino says lightly when the kid looks like he won't relax even if he to be sedated. (Speaking of drugs, he'll definitely do his best to keep him away from Mukuro. And god forbid he meets Belphegor.)
"That's," the kids starts, hesitates, continues to mumble, "I'm sorry, I'll-"
But Dino interrupts him. "Hey. It's alright, you know? You can be nervous, it's natural!" He laughs. "When I first arrived at the scene, I was a shaking mess. I was sweating so hard, I ruined my make-up when I met my first mentor."
That finally gets the younger idol to crack a tiny smile.
"So, I already know it, but can I get it from you? Your name?" Dino asks, gently teasing, which rewards him with another smile.
"Tsuna. I'm. I'm Tsunayoshi. I'll be in your care from now on."
"Tsunayoshi." Dino let's the name roll off his tongue slowly. "Nice to meet you, little brother. Don't worry, I'll show you everything you need to know in the business."
He drapes his arms over Tsuna's shoulders with a casualness he learned from closely watching Reborn for years. Pretending to look the other way, he doesn't miss the kid's blush.