Kyoko's smiles were absent of insecurity, yet too naive to be confident. Tsuna mused it was the sort someone utterly innocent would hold, and this fact was what gave her popularity among the student body at Namimori Middle. It, too, was probably why he crushed on her with so much dedication.


Haru, on the other hand, seemed to trade her beams for sheepishness and vise versa. Still, she was no less dense than the aforementioned female when it came to the daily hardships of the Tenth Generation Vongola. This ignorant state never stopped her from attempting to aid her friends in small matters. Though not as much as Kyoko, Tsuna supposed he liked her as well.


The trio's baseball fanatic nearly found himself under the same label until the conflict with Mukuro Rokudo. His smile was clueless, but cheerful enough to light the difficult times. The more the party formerly know as "no-good" Tsuna picked up on this, the more he noticed how Yamamoto barely acknowledged his own fears and misery. There were times he wished he would let the smile drop for once.


It was publicly known his self-appointed right-hand man placed his grins only for Tsuna. The bomber's fans often expressed great irritation at the fact, butchering his success with the opposite sex further. When the rare expression bloomed, he often found adoration, hope, and the readiness to obey. As troublesome as being hopelessly admired was, he was grateful to have Gokudera around. He was his first friend.


He fully believed Hibari Kyoya lacked the necessary facial muscles to smile. Scowling and glaring were his usual options, a smirk if one could prove themselves strong enough for a challenge. Yes, Hibari was definitely a demon. Yet one afternoon when the sun was high and the breeze warm, he spied the prefect lounging under one of the school oak trees, feeding Hibird bread crumbs from his palm. His lips were softly upturned.


Their unwilling Mist Guardian always smiled. His were devious, never fully meaning what they appeared to and yet telling his plans all the same. They were a stark contrast to the bitterness boiling underneath his fair skin. When he asked Chrome for her opinion, she once compared Mukuro's simpers to May fields.


Of all the faces he examined over the years, none was as queer as Byakuran's. The same formation on his mouth could alter meaning with a mere twitch of a snowy brow. The disappearance of the sweet facade was the most frightening occurrence to mar his handsome features. The time he spent in the future showed him the enemy boss was cruel, unforgiving, and incredibly bored with the world. He was a Spider Lily drained of its color.


Tsuna, despite numerous tries in front of the bathroom mirror, was unsuccessful in changing his own expression of friendliness. They were awkward, sloppy little things, but that was what others found so endearing about them. It was Reborn who one day remarked, out of the blue and cryptic as always, that if Byakuran was a Spider Lily, Tsuna was a Sunflower.