A/N: Here is where the actual prompts begin (They will be mostly about Tsuna, but a few other characters will be included!) and thanks to xXxShiniXKazexXx for inspiring a few Dark Tsuna drabbles!

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They had screwed up before during training - it was a well known fact - but now it was different.

When they slipped up and accidentally forgot their partners limits, maybe a cut or sprained wrist would ensue. Now, however, when they trained, they did so with their lives on the line.

No one was as vigilant as Tsuna, though. He was well aware that his power would be enough to envelop them all in a single move gone wrong, or a simple slip of his hand. He constantly limited his power as not to frighten them, but sometimes he had to vent.

When the guardians were off on a mission, or even sometimes when they were sleeping, he would remain in the vast, plain training room. He'd raise his arms in preparation and let loose a torrent of violent flames. They would tear through the empty space and engulf all in their path. Afterward, he would be left standing in the midst of a plane of destruction, out of breath and scared. He had become frightened of his own powers.

It had been during the fury of one of these sessions that Gokudera had stumbled upon his boss' training program. He had stood watching from the doorway in awe. 'Has Juudaime always been this powerful?' he wondered, 'he's simply been playing with us for all this time...'

The furious hurricane of yellow flame finally halted and large pieces of debris fell from the walls and roof. Finally, the lone figure was visible, standing in the middle of the room. Gokudera opened his mouth to shout a greeting to his boss, however something stopped him.

Tsuna's shoulders were shaking. Gokudera could barely make out the tiny trembles, but sure enough, something was wrong with him. He took a step forward cautiously and had opened his mouth once more when he heard the sob.

It was barely audible and Gokudera first thought he'd imagined it, but soon after, another one followed. Tsuna sank to his knees and raised a glove-clad fist to his eyes. He wiped the tears from his eyes as the flame on his forehead slowly burnt out. They remained like that - Tsuna struggling to bring his tears under control and Gokudera torn between his desire to help or to give his boss space - for longer than he cared to remember. The string of raw tears began to dwindle and finally Tsuna sat in silence, staring at his own hands, in a trance.

Gokudera watched in silence, before slowly turning around and quietly retiring to his room. Tsuna needed to be alone, even if he was in pain.