The truth about the truth: it hurts, so we lie: lying to protect self at the expense of another
They had been at this for hours and it still didn't seem as if Tsuna understood. She tried to be patient and understanding, the boy wasn't the smartest when it came to school subjects but her patience was running thin.
"Tsuna that isn't right, try it again," she sighed. She tried not to look as tired or as irritated as she felt but by the way the boy was looking at her she wasn't doing a very good job. "Maybe we should take a break?"
The boy couldn't mask the look of relief that flooded across his features. He quickly slammed his large textbook shut and rested his head upon the small table. The girl watched her friend with a sympathetic smile.
"I know this is a lot to learn, Tsuna but don't worry, with my help you'll be doing this in your sleep!" The girl's attempt at cheering her friend up fell on death ears as the boy shook his head.
"This is impossible! How can you have so much faith in me? You know as well as I do that I just won't get this!" He lifted his head just enough to look the girl square her eye. "Why not just stop while you are ahead?"
The girl opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the boy's bedroom door slamming open, alerting them of two new faces in the door frame.
"It is the duty of your family to hold you up when you cannot find the strength to do it yourself," the small, commanding voice of the boy's well-dressed "tutor" spoke up from the door. "They will never doubt you, even if it rings loudly in your own heart. They are your strength in human form, remember this, No-Good-Tsuna."
"Reborn I –," the boy's words were cut off by the loud rumbling coming from his stomach. Red spread quickly across his cheeks as he held his stomach and avoided the gaze of his friend beside him.
"Good, you're hungry," the tuxedo-wearing baby said. "I thought you might be so I told Bianchi to make you a few snacks." The other person standing in the door frame stepped forward, in her hands, a tray of food that was emanating a mysterious purple mist.
"A-actually Reborn we aren't -," Reborn cut his pupil off swiftly by slamming a cookie into his open mouth. The boy collapsed almost instantaneously, startling the poor girl sharing the table with him.
"Don't worry about him, Misa," Reborn reassured. "He'll be alright." The confused blonde-haired girl watched as the small tutor kicked the boy in his head, and none too lightly by the red mark left on his forehead.
"You haven't eaten all day Reborn," the older woman commented. She offered the tray to the small hit man, "I made enough for you too."
"Tsuna needs the energy more than me. I'll have Nana make me something later."
"Oh Reborn, you're so thoughtful," the pink haired woman gushed. A faint blush that looked strangely odd on her face decorated her cheeks. She turned away from the two conscious being in the room to hide her embarrassment.
Reborn and Misa shared a knowing smile.