He never really understood Hibari.

The teen was strong. He hated crowding. Those were obvious. And yet, he'd never actually understood Hibari, never understood what made him the way he was, and what he was thinking about.

Hibari was confusing. His strength was unrivaled by most, known infamously throughout Namimori, and his will burned bright and strong. But at the same time, he was weak.

Illusions were something he detested for a reason, after all. His mental structure was somewhat distorted, his view on this world corrupted and twisted, making it even easier for illusions to worm their way into his mind and fool it. That was a weakness, and Hibari loathed any signs of weakness. The crude way of constantly releasing flames to detect them was discovered through relentless training and trials, fueled by his raging hatred for those cowardly delusions.

In a way, Hibari seems invincible, as though not even the death of his closest friend would shake him in the slightest (not that he had any. He wouldn't be tied down by something like that).

But he wasn't. He was human, and he was mortal. Humans die, and humans get lonely. That was why he never understood why Hibari pushed others away when he exuded loneliness whenever it was just the two of them.

But in the end, it didn't really matter that he didn't understand him, Hibird decided. He would stay with Hibari, and that was that.