Hey guys! New story. I started writing the chapter for The Future be proud!

Anyways, this sort of follows the cliché of Tsuna going back in time but I promise that it will distinguish itself pretty clearly as the story progresses.

Yes, it will be 1827 pairing because well... who can resist Hibari?

Now, thank you for reading~

Tsuna raised his hand and noted that the figure in front of him mirrored his move.

And that was enough proof.

In an illusion, there were few things that are hard to get right. One of things that even the most advanced illusionists make mistakes are on the matter of reflection and so, most illusionist create a world without mirrors. In a illusion world, the reflection on the mirror was likely to be time-delayed or fuzzy- as Reborn had explained it to him using some Flame light reverberation theory.

Tsuna stared hard at the scrawny form that reflected.

I did it.

His fingertips reached to the cool surface of the mirror, almost reaching out to the reflection.

I did it.

An almost hysterical laugh, so un-Tsunalike laugh, bubbled inside of him and Tsuna felt hints of wetness welling up in his eyes.

He had no idea exactly what month it was right now, but judging by his body shape, he assumed that Reborn haven't arrived yet.

Tsuna let himself fall back on his bed.

The wall paper with few scuff marks and faded places, a bed with give that gave a sense of age, and the messy room with video games and clothes thrown on floor and chair- it was exactly as how Tsuna remembered it and even better.

Nostalgic happiness rippled through him and he let out a happy smile, the ones that Reborn told that it made it look silly.

"Tsu-kun! Dinner's ready!" The soft voice called out.

Mom

A choked sound escaped him. The warm voice that was filled with innocence and pure love- god he had missed it so much.

As if he was in a trance, Tsuna carried himself down the stairs.

The air smelled of japanese food, but most of all, it smelled like home.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Tsuna stood with hesitance. This felt was too good to be true. He was given the chance to see his mom's untainted happy smile… Tsuna had missed it so dearly. What if he turned to see nothing; and this was an illusion all along?

Tsuna slowly turned his head towards the kitchen, anticipation building.

Brown eyes stared back.

"Mom." He breathed out. Her sunny smile broke something inside him and his whole entire body felt rigid.

"Miso soup and teriyaki chicken." She explained, while setting out the chopsticks. Tsuna's eyes followed and soaked in her every move. She was humming quietly and stared back at Tsuna with the unconditional love.

Tsuna wordlessly strode forward and wrapped his arms around the his precious person. He knew his whole body was shaking with utter utter relief and happiness but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

The warmth and the safety that is mom radiated lulled him and Tsuna hugged her tighter.

His mother made a surprised gasp but soon her hand raised to ruffle his gravity defying locks. There were no comforting words, no meaningless blabber. She didn't ask what was wrong but merely accepted the situation as it was.

"I love you, mom." Tsuna whispered. It had been way too long since he had said those words. The manly ridiculous pride and social norms of being cool had blocked him before. But now, Tsuna realised that he was ready to let people stomp over his pride and reputation just to have his mother next to him.

"Love you too, Tsu-kun. You should have dinner or it'll get cold." She said gently.

After taking a deep breath to compose himself, Tsuna disengaged and sent a happy smile.

His hands moved automatically for the food and his heart felt like it was going to explode. Pure euphoric pleasure exploded as he ate the food. No chef's dish was good as his mother's cooking.

"How was school?"

I have no idea whatsoever. "It was okay. Really boring." He said with much convincing typical teenage drawl. "How was your day?" He asked back.

He saw that she was almost surprised that he asked a question back. But of course, I always sulked about my terrible day at the dinner table and never asked about her.

"I had tea with Midori-chan. Her sister is getting married so we looked at wedding magazines."

Tsuna let out a smile. Midori was their next door neighbour who was very nice around everyone with a touch of humour colouring her personality. She was also a Vongola member which meant that his mother was being protected.

"It's all terribly exciting. Reminds me when I married your father." She said with almost a glaze look that signified that she was having flashbacks.

Father.

Unconsciously, he felt his face sink into a grimace.

His mother sighed in happiness. "He's such a romantic." She said.

Tsuna poked the chicken around. The subject of father and love reminded him of why he was forced to go back in time.

Clearing his throat in attempts to change the subject, Tsuna spoke. "The chicken is delicious. Thanks mom."

She positively beamed back at him. "I'm glad you like it! I changed the thickness of the sauce today so we can have more with rice."

Tsuna smiled in appreciation as he quickly devoured the dish. When he was finished, he placed the dishes the dishwasher.

As he walked upstairs, he couldn't help but to marvel at how light he felt. The normalcy filled him with hope and the way that his mom looked at him- a look without confusion and conflict- made him smile.

As he once again laid down in the bed, Tsuna closed his eyes in determination.

This time, he was going to preserve the innocence. His mother deserves at least that.

"Sawada?" Nezu-sensei called out almost snidely. Just from his voice, Tsuna knew that the old man expected him to get this question wrong.

Even though he should pretend to be dame and maintain the same image, Tsuna couldn't help himself. "The radius increased by 0.4" he answered with soaring confidence. He could imagine the godsmack surprised face on Nezu-sensei when he got the question right.

"Wrong." The man sneered out. Then he scanned the class for another victim to pick on.

Tsuna stared down at his book in incredulous doubt. There was no way he got that wrong. This was kiddy maths, and he wasn't so rusty that he'll get this wrong.

Oh wow this is humiliating.

"Excuse me, Nezu-sensei." A quiet boy with speckled glasses intervened. Tsuna had no idea what his name was - it has been a little more than decade since he last saw him in his mind- but could guess that he was smart.

Nezu-sensei gave a pleased smile. "Ah yes, Tsuki. Do you have the right answer?"

"I believe 0.4 is the correct answer?" He called out with hesitance, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.

Nezu-sensei let out a small short and look down on his answers. "Don't be ridiculo- oh."

Gotcha bastard.

Sense of self achievement and smug satisfaction bubbled inside him. It felt like justice being served. After many years of being ridiculed by this prejudiced teacher, he was finally showing that he isn't actually that dumb.

Now he awaited for the apology.

"Well, turns out well even when you get something right, there's no point as everyone will assume that it's wrong!" He said in almost jovial manner.

Tsuna's ears turned red and he felt embarrassed until almost rage like feeling overtook him.

Mentally, he was twenty six. He was the Vongola's Decimo- one of the most powerful positions in earth. He was very competent at the job and tried his damn hardest to keep everyone alive.

And how dare Nezu-sensei to speak to him like that, lowering self confidence and mocking.

Tsuna felt like if he let Nezu reign free, he will do damage to his classmates that will drag their bright futures down.

And now realising this, Tsuna only had one option.

"Please apologise." He said as evenly as possible.

Nezu-sensei, who was writing the second question on the board froze and turned around with an icy glare. "What?" He nearly shouted.

Tsuna felt eyes of his classmates all glued to him in interest. "Your remark was uncalled for. Please apologise." He replied once again. Tsuna felt himself almost slipping to his Hyper Dying Will Mode, or as Chrome called it- Boss Mode. He knew that the charisma that comes along the Dying Will Mode would actually prod Nezu-sensei to apologise to him, but that wasn't exactly what Tsuna really wanted. Tsuna wanted a sincere apology, not one that he had quite literally forced out of Nezu-sensei.

The white haired man barked out a short laughter. "Why would I apologise when speaking about something that is true and we all know?"

The brunette felt a slight twinge of annoyance. "Because you're belittling me. A teacher should not do that. A teacher should attempt to help a student no matter how dame they are." He exclaimed.

His mind thought of Reborn. Of course Reborn called him no-good but the mafiaso helped to tried to negate that. The hitman always tried to shape him into a better person, a better boss. Of course, Tsuna was eternally grateful for the gesture.

Nezu-sensei gave a slow blinking look. "You're interrupting the class, Tsunayoshi." He said with annoyance and made a dismissing gesture with his hands.

Tsuna took a big breath. In and out.

He tried to position himself as Nezu-sensei thinking of reasons why the teacher would act this way. Maybe Tsuna was making Nezu-sensei's authority less powerful by openly contradicting him. The white haired teacher was an authoritative figure who had to control a classroom filled with rebellious kids.

Although Tsuna wanted to slam down the desk and demand compensation for the humiliation the teacher brought him, Tsuna merely set his mouth in an icy smile. "I apologise." he said in such sincere tone that resonated into a sarcastic one.

Nezu-sensei's eyes narrowed but he continued on teaching the lesson.

Tsuna let out a small groan and he felt the urge to bury his head on the desk. He forgot that he wasn't one of the most powerful person in the world. He forgot that the world was filled with utter idiots.

But as Tsuna forgot those things, he had learn other things. He realised that Nezu-sensei probably had a family to feed and mortgage to pay off. Even though he was mean and cruel, it didn't give Tsuna the rights to make him apologise in front of the whole class. The man probably didn't know what he was doing. It was likely that he had very low confidence and the way to recover was to belittle other people then feel better about himself. As much as Tsuna condemned his method- he actually found it deplorable- he couldn't really fault Nezu-sensei for taking this route.

Well, firstly, Dame-Tsuna was a good person to belittle. But secondly, these kind of sense of moral stemmed from parental teachings. Nezu-sensei might have had a very bad childhood and he was merely a product of such act.

Of course, at this point, Tsuna was making excuses for Nezu-sensei.

But as a person in power, even if that was former power, Tsuna knew that he should always be kind and benedictory. He shouldn't abuse the power he had.

He glanced at the white haired man with a sneer like expression towards him and Tsuna found it very difficult not to lash out on the teacher. And thought that when Tsuna had fought in Namimori to make sure no one could be harmed, he was technically fighting for Nezu-sensei made him even more angry.

But now, I can do that battle again but make sure that no one dies or get hurt. Tsuna told himself.

A small smile- hopeful one- started to spread across his features.

Nezu-sensei was so insignificant. Tsuna realised. He didn't matter to Tsuna at all. He was just a small part of the whole scheme.

Because you know who really matter?

Famiglia. My famiglia.

And if it meant that he could save everyone in his Famiglia of pain and sorrow, he would let Nezu-sensei humiliate me over and over again.

He goddamn loved his Famiglia and now, he was here to fix everything.

Yes, this is kind of the prequel than the main story.

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