I'm a genius at making titles. Praise me. /shot

I don't own KHR.

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The cold gust of wind elicited shivers from the people walking to school or work. Sneezes would follow soon after, and then the laughter and teasing.

For a certain spiky haired brunette though, only up until sneezing would come. Dubbed as the "No Good Tsuna", students don't usually come near or talk to him unless it's to order him around. Nevertheless, Tsuna had no complaints about it, having gotten used to it. But it's not because he likes it; on the contrary, he wishes for the opposite.

Though there's not really much he can do about it, right? Or so he thought.

The moment Reborn, the baby hit man, came to his life, things changed. Drastically, if you will.

There's the intense training he was immediately put under to, and the constant confusing talks about the mafia and how he will be the next boss of the strongest mafia family. Also, people suddenly began to flock around him, as if he were some kind of human magnet. People who would be allies, and people who are out for his head. Both parties are equally dangerous that Tsuna doesn't know which to fear more.

But, through all of this madness, there were still those peaceful times, albeit them being very rare. Tsuna treasured them the most, and those treasured moments often included an isolated place somewhere (preferably the rooftop, whenever he thinks Hibari-san is not there) and a bubbly yet dependable teen that goes by the name of Yamamoto Takeshi.

Never in Tsuna's life did the thought of the school's baseball celebrity becoming his friend ever crossed the brunette's head. Neither did the thought of Yamamoto being recruited (much to Tsuna's protests) to be Tsuna's Rain Guardian, nor the youth's willingness of accompanying Tsuna to the rooftop whenever the smaller of the two would look awfully exhausted because of the ruckus caused by his so-called famiglia. At times like these, he would just give Tsuna a warm reassuring smile and be there by the young Vongola's side, listening to whatever is disturbing the brunette or simply to be someone to be leaned upon. He also doesn't say anything against being a human pillow whenever Tsuna just simply falls asleep, posture so relaxed in contrast to his normal tensed one.

So deep in his musings, Tsuna failed to register the footsteps coming closer to him and the gaze fixed at his form. Neither of that pulled him out of his reverie, but the arm that suddenly was around his shoulders and pulling him close to a warm body did. A squeak escaped his lips, of course, and wide surprised eyes looked up to meet warm smiling ones.

"Yo, Tsuna! Seems like you woke up early too, eh?"

"A-ah, yeah. You too?"

"Uh-huh. Dad's fault. He usually goes ballistic and makes a ruckus so early in the morning whenever winter approaches. Dunno why though."

"I see…"

And, for some unknown reason, they continued walking like that, Yamamoto's arm around Tsuna's shoulders and Tsuna pulled close to the taller teen's side. It's as if it's a normal occurrence akin to sneezing, not worth noticing. For the both of them, it didn't feel awkward nor out of place.

Tsuna noticed, however, how that smile that made Tsuna feel warm stayed on Yamamoto's lips, and how the baseball player's body is equally warm too, stopping Tsuna from getting any more shivers due to the cold wind.

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I demand more 8027 fics. Want them. Badly. *goes ballistic*

Thanks for reading~