Tsuna had been shot 3,402 times in the ten years that Gokudera had known his beloved boss.
Tsuna always came back from getting shot stronger then she had been before.
At first she would come back with a loud scream proclaiming exactly what she wished to accomplish during her time running around half dressed which always caused her poor right hand man to chase after her trying to clothe his beloved boss so as not to damage her integrity.
Then she started to come back with cold intensity and a sharp tactical mind.
But the most important thing was she always got up after she was shot.
Now looking down at his beloved boss as she lay there surrounded in her own blood he wanted nothing more then to see a flame ignite on her forehead and two amber eyes opening with cold determination to right this awful wrong. He wanted to see her wearing her adorable knit gloves. He wanted to see her proclaim to the world what she was going to do.
He wanted her to breathe.
3,403 was the number that took his beloved Tsuna away from him.