Gift fic from AO3~
When Haru was eight, she accidentally punched a hole in a tree.
Scratch that. When Haru was eight, she accidentally set her fist on fire with green flames and, in a panic, had punched a hole in a tree. Said punch had caused it to tip over, nearly crushing two other little girls who had wandered a little ways from the playground.
The fallen tree had caused the short, golden brown hair to burst into indigo flames with a cry. Seeing her friend burst into flames, the taller girl had combusted into red flames out of alarm.
This was the fateful and unforgettable encounter of three girls, Miura Haru, Kurokawa Hana, and Sasagawa Kyouko.
"Hahi! Kyouko-chan, I got confessed to today by a upperclassman from Namimori Uni," Haru gushed as she leaned against the table, trying to look discreet as she shoved a rather large bite of cake into her mouth.
"Eh? How old is he?" Kyouko frowned, sipping on her iced latte.
"Nineteen! He's studying to Major in Languages," Haru swooned, smiling as she chomped down on her cake.
"Eh~? Nineteen? Does he have a car? A job? A house?" Hana asked, leaning back as she sipped on her bitter, black coffee. She grimaced but continued to sip the dark liquid death.
"No, no, and no. He tried to ask for my phone number and when I told him no, he tried to get forceful." Haru twirled her tied-up hair in between her fingers. "I punched him."
Kyouko smiled lightly while Hana was the one to frown.
"Haru," Hana spoke up, "your punches make buildings crumble."
"I didn't use my full strength, Hana-chan. Just...enough to get my rejection across," Haru supplied. She rested her puffed out cheek in her hand. "And I do not make buildings crumble."
"Haru-chan," Kyouko said, "you can level a strip-mall with a flick of your finger."
"I know," Haru tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I'm One Punch WoMan." Her grin was wide and showed off her perfect teeth.
"Oh my god, kill me," Hana groaned.
After bursting into flames, Haru, Hana, and Kyouko had calmed down long enough to realize they weren't burning to death or causing destruction to their flammable surroundings.
Hana, being the most mature out of the three, was the first to snap out of her panic.
"Calm down! We aren't dying!" Hana snapped, her eyebrows pinched together as Kyouko's squeaks were cut off. Haru, looking from her fist to the fallen tree, jumped at Hana's voice.
"HAHI! Haru didn't mean to scare you! Haru didn't know her fist would catch on fire and it doesn't hurt and Haru is really sorry and-"
"Haru-chan," Kyouko soothed as her flames dwindled down until it was snuffed out. "It's okay. I'm Kyouko! This is Hana. Hana, your flames are so pretty!" Kyouko beamed widely.
Hana just stared as her own red hands before glancing at Haru.
"I'm not old enough to deal with this." Hana threw her hands up, watching in childlike astonishment as the flames licked the air above her head before diminishing. Hana's jaw fell open.
"Wanna get some ice cream, Haru-chan? My big brother gave me his allowance so I have enough for all of us," Kyouko smiled.
"Are we not going to talk about the flames? Y'know, coming out of our bodies?" Hana asked the two girls.
"H-Haru can get ice cream with you?" Haru asked softly, suddenly rubbing her hands together in a nervous habit. She ignored Hana.
"No? Gonna ignore me?"
"Of course, Haru-chan! Right Hana-chan?"
"I'm done," Hana stated and turned around, marching away. Kyouko giggled and saddled up to Haru, grabbing her hand.
"Come on Haru-chan," Kyouko tugged her forward.
"Kyouko-chan, whatcha doing?" Haru asked as the three girls walked down the street, elbows linked in a very friendship-like manner.
Kyouko had her hands inches apart, sparks of indigo flames flickering before snuffing out.
"Trying to see how compressed my flames can be and still activate my illusions. I mean, we've already determined how your flames can harden anything and how Hana-chan's can deteriorate anything but mine we haven't really delved into," Kyouko explained with a tilt of her head.
"That's because you're scary," Hana mumbled as she tugged the two girls to the side, saving them from crashing into a committee member.
"What was that, Hana-chan?" Kyouko smiled.
"I said you were scary, woman!" Hana snapped back and Haru, stuck in the middle of the two, just sighed loudly. Kyouko giggled and looked ahead, having to do a double take.
"Ah, I see Hibari-san going after my brother. Excuse me for a moment!" Kyouko slipped from their linked arms, skipping her way towards the sounds of fighting. Hana and Har exchanged looks before chasing after, nearly crashing into Kyouko when the shorter girl stopped.
Ryohei was on one knee, blood streaming from a open cut on his forehead and blinding his left eye. His jaw was swollen and one of his arms was bent awkwardly. Hibari Kyouya looked like he had just stepped outside for the day, looking refreshed and unharmed.
"Nope," Kyouko smiled and both boys whipped their heads towards her. "Nope, nu-uh. Not today." She snapped her fingers, the concrete cracking around the five as the surroundings shifted from the shopping district to some sort of lava spouting wasteland.
"Hibari-san, I thought I asked you to stop fighting my brother," Kyouko spoke, her smile falling. "Didn't I?"
"Fight me," was all Hibari uttered before he abandoned Ryohei, lunging for Kyouko. Kyouko ducked, falling into a leg-sweep. Hibari used her shoulders to throw himself over her head, tonfas brandished as he swung at Hana.
Hana pulled out a pair of brass knuckles, blocking one of the tonfas aiming for her face. Her hands alit with red flames and Hibari pulled back. Haru threw herself at Hibari, her fist glowing green. She slammed her fist down on the concrete where Hibari had been standing not seconds before, the ground crumbling into a small crater.
"Kyouko-chan!" Haru called, throwing herself at the shorter girl. Kyouko, who was helping Ryohei set his shoulder back into its socket properly, snapped her hand out. Hibari, who had decided to attack the Illusionist, dodged a brass knuckle to the side. Hana slid into a defensive position in front of Kyouko and Ryohei, her eyes narrowed.
Hana smirked.
"Nice wardrobe, monkey," Hana called and flashed a middle finger. Hibari stiffened and glanced down at his uniform was a nice sized hole slowly eating away at the material, a ring of red flames fueling the destruction.
" Herbivore, " Hibari snarled, no doubt wishing to use more sour word choices. "I'll bite you to death."
"Hahi! Try it, bully!" Haru called as she turned herself into a projectile, swinging along a metal lamp-pole with the grace of a pole-dancer. She collided with Hibari, sending them tumbling. Haru hardened her feet, smashing one against Hibari's raised hand. His tonfa flew out of his hand and Kyouko propped her foot against his throat, stopping the fighting.
"Hibari-san, that's must be going easy on us, right?" Kyouko beamed sunshines and rainbows.
"..." Hibari kicked Haru off him, electing a shriek from the girl and stalked away.
"What a fucking dick," Hana grumbled under her breath as Ryohei just sat there, staring dumbly.
"EXTREME! Those brass knuckles are EXTREMELY new!" Ryohei yelled as he swept the three girls up into a bear hug.
"Thanks," Hana bit out as she struggled to get out of the grip.
"Yeah Hana-chan," Haru smiled wide, "where'd you get those?"
"Internet," Hana responded, face blank.
"Let's go celebrate with some cake!" Ryohei cheered as he placed Hana and Haru down on the ground, keeping Kyouko in his arms.
"Hahi! But we just had-"
"Shush, Haru-chan. That sounds wonderful, Onii-chan!" The illusions around them shimmered and crashed like falling glass. The bustling shopping district met their ears and eyes again and Ryohei frowned slightly.
"Extremely gotta show me how to do that," Ryohei muttered.
"It's okay, Onii-chan," Kyouko patted Ryohei's shoulder. "I like your yellow flames better. They match your sunny disposition."
"EXTREME!"
They walked out of the alley way, people barely batting eyelashes at the sight of them looking roughened up. Given they had seen Hibari Kyouya stalk away not moments before, it wasn't hard to assume what had transpired with the group of teenagers.
"Hahi! Tsuna-san! TSUNA-SAN! Nagi-chan!" Haru called, flailing around wildly as she spotted a short brunette and purple haired girl. Said brunette jumped, turning slowly to the four teenagers. The purple haired girl's shoulders hunched up and she clung to the boy with wide eyes.
"EXTREME! Hi Sawada! Hi Nagi!" Ryohei greeted as Hana slipped her brass knuckles into her short pockets. Tsuna pretended they didn't look like they had gotten into a fight. Nagi let her grip on Tsuna go with a relieved smile.
"H-hi, Onii-san. K-Kyouko-chan. Hana-san...Haru," Tsuna greeted as Haru latched onto his arm, nearly cutting the circulation off. "What-what are you guys doing?"
"Getting cake," Kyouko greeted as she hopped off Ryohei, latching onto Tsuna's other arm. Tsuna sent a pleading look to Hana, who pointedly ignored his puppy-dog pout. "You should come with us, Tsuna-kun, Nagi-chan!"
"Uh-um-but - my manga-!" Tsuna squeaked as Haru began to forcefully lead him towards the cafe the girls had been not an hour before.
"Don't worry, Tsuna-san, your manga will still be there when we're done getting cake!" Haru laughed and Tsuna sent another SOS look at Hana, who again ignored him. She flicked him on the cheek, her sign of comfort.
It was more like a damning.
Nagi was silent the entire exchange, merely smiling contently as Kyouko intertwined their hands together with a comforting squeeze.
When Kyouko, Hana, and Haru were ten, they befriended one Sawada Tsunayoshi. The three girls had been huddled in a park, practicing summoning their flames at will. So far, only Kyouko could spark her flames with ease while Hana and Haru had to have some sort of medium to project their colorful flames.
"Y-you shouldn't b-be play-playing with fire," a tiny voice called out and the three turned to see Dame-Sawada standing there, clutching a stuffed robot toy.
"Go away, Dame-Monkey," Hana snapped, dropping her stick. Tsuna's eyes flickered to the slowly deteriorating piece of wood before turning wide eyes to the girl.
"Y-you shouldn't be playing with fire," Tsuna spoke more forcefully, his eyebrows pinching.
"And I said go away," Hana echoed back, standing up. Kyouko stood up as well, looking ready to intervene. Haru just watched on, head titled to the side.
"I-its bad! Dangerous!" Tsuna spoke, his mouth fumbling with his words. His eyes flashed in fear when Hana took a theatening step forward.
"I'll show you dangerous if you don't get the heck away from here!" Hana growled. The other three children gasped.
"Hana-chan! You swore!" Kyouko looked ashamed to be seen with the taller girl. Tsuna shuddered, stepping backwards. He clenched his hands into fists and stopped moving.
"You could get hurt," Tsuna spoke and was it the sunlight or was his eyes suddenly orange.
"Says the baby who can't even speak properly," Hana grouched. Tsuna flinched before he frowned at Hana.
"Stop playing with fire," Tsuna demanded.
"Sawada-kun, maybe you should go," Kyouko tried to placate.
"Yeah, leave you stupid, Dame-Monkey!" Hana yelled out. Haru was staring at Tsuna's hands. Was she the only one noticing the tiny sparks of flames?
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Tsuna cried out, eyes watery with unshed tears. Like any child, his emotions took over and he threw himself as Hana. Hana grabbed him by the shirt collar as they went down, a snarl on her lips. Kyouko shrieked and Haru jumped up to help separate the two.
Hana's hands lit with red flames and the girl recoiled, alarmed at the sudden realization that she could seriously hurt the boy. Hana froze, along with the other two girls, as Hana's flame burst to life.
The three girls could only watch as the flames seemed to lick at Tsuna before absorbing into him. Tsuna gave a shrill scream of pain and rolled off of Hana, curling into a ball.
Tsuna burst into orange flames, a spiral of raw energy stretching into the sky as red twisted with the orange. Haru and Kyouko fell to their knees as their chests pulsed. Their flames sung under their skin, wishing to mix with the tower of heat.
The flames diminished as fast as they had errupted, leaving on a tiny, shaking child.
"S-Sawada?" Hana whispered in a hoarse whisper, fear gripping her throat. Tsuna peeled a wet eye open and blinked, his eyes flashing orange.
"Wh-what happened?" Tsuna touched his body, checking for any injuries.
"I have no idea," Kyouko spoke, suddenly in his face, "but we're friends now."
"Hahi! No fair!" Haru whined. Hana just continued to stare at the tiny, pale-looking child, before she looked at her hands. She could have hurt him. She'd seen what her flames could do to whatever she touched. She could have seriously harmed him if not k-
"A-are you okay?" Hana looked up to see Tsuna uncomfortably close to her, worry evident along his creased brow.
"Shut up, Stu- Sawada," Hana huffed as she leaned away. She was slightly content to notice the boy had orange specks dancing along the brown of his eyes. She felt like she'd caused the little orange stars to shine in his warm eyes.
After that, the four became fast friends.
Poor Tsuna never had a chance.
Nagi was a blessing (for Haru and Kyouko) and a curse (for Tsuna and Hana). When they had found the dirty child wandering the abandonded lot of Kokyuo Land (where the four had determined their meeting spot to practice flame-y things), she had been closed to starving to death.
Nagi, with tangled purple hair and sunken in cheeks, had told them how she had ran away from home after suddenly creating things out of these strange indigo flames. Kyouko, who had been shovelling food into the startled girl's face, had perked up and produced her flames.
Nagi was speechless.
"We all can use flames," Kyouko spoke as she gestured to their group. "But mine and yours are the only ones similar. Tsuna-kun's is orange, Hana-chan's is red, and Haru-chan's are green. Apparently we can create illusions and stuff our flames."
"Oh," was all Nagi could manage before she promptly fainted.
Tsuna, having called Ryohei to help, had carried the girl back to Tsuna's house where Nana went head-over-heels happy to take care of her. After settling her into Tsuna's room to sleep, Nana had sat the children down to discuss where they'd pick her up from and if she had a home.
"Nagi-chan said her mom kicked her out," Kyouko spoke as she messed with her bobbed haircut. "So she's homeless."
"Oh dear, is she really?" Nana asked as she bustled around the kitchen, idly stroking the handle of one of her kitchen knives. "What horrible parents she must have had."
The children ignored how Nana continued to touch her knife with a distant look on her face.
"Can-can she stay here? Until she can find a proper place to stay?" Tsuna asked and looked down at his hands when Nana turned to look at him.
"Of course, sweetie," Nana smiled.
Nagi never found another place to stay. The moment Nagi woke up, Nana had presented her with a key to the house and an invitation to go shopping for clothing and the necessities she'd need to live with them.
Nagi cried long and hard and hugged Nana, hoping to never let go.
Nana hugged back just as hard.
"My mom applied to some home tutor flyer," Tsuna commented as they all sat at the table. Tsuna was poking at his coffee cake, Nagi sipping on her hot chocolate next to him.
"Oh? For the both of you?" Hana asked as she settled back in her seat, another coffee in hand. She had her legs crossed, trying to look as adult as possible.
"Nu-uh. Just me. Nagi is smart, right?" Tsuna's shoulders were slumped. Nagi patted his back.
"Boss is just as smart as me," Nagi argued. "You just learn differently from most people."
Every since Nagi started living with the Sawadas, she had taken to calling Tsuna Boss. A odd nickname but it stuck none-the-less.
"Home tutor, huh?" Kyouko asked as she shoved a macaron into her mouth. "Sounds like fun!"
If only she knew.