Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Not a Day Without:

Not a day goes by that he does not come by to visit me. Six days out of seven, he attends school. While that may seem like the duties of a student, he rarely attends the classes themselves. Instead, he spends his time roaming the empty halls between classes to make sure no one is skipping. Otherwise, he could be doing work for the group he has formed, populated by his followers—those who look up to him for his strength and leadership. This, he does in the best room in my entire building. The best furniture, the most comfort, the most space. Only the best for him, because he deserves only the best. If not doing either of those, he could be on my rooftop, enjoying the warm weather and the blue sky. His stays always far outlast anyone else's. He remains on my grounds far longer than necessary, and therefore I value this time all the more.

When the sun sets on those days, I compare the beauty of the sky above with that of the boy below, and the latter far outshines the former. His is a beauty that cannot be captured by any form of expression or portrayal, be it a photograph, painting, words... All attempts are futile. They will always fall short, for nothing can match him. Therefore, nothing can truly describe him.

There is one day out of the week that the students are not required to attend school. The last day of the week. I was resigned to suffer that one day that I would not see him each and every week. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that this was not so! I had to have been the happiest thing in the world that day, when I saw the familiar dark form walking through my gates. It was him! It was really him! I was so happy that my windows practically sparkled with my joy.

I provide solace for him, so he constantly seeks me out. He constantly comes to see me. Some days he has work to do for his committee of followers. Others, he spends in comfort and relaxation with me. My favorite time is winter, when the heaters with which I am equipped keep him warm from the biting cold outside. I adore the flush of his skin as he walks in from the cold. The red tinge of his cheeks so enhance his beauty, I am left breathless—a problem for the students if they enter the building and find themselves unable to breathe for lack of oxygen. Well, it just can't be helped in his presence. He is so adorable that he causes the metal of my inner workings to squeal with glee.

There are also days when the dear boy ventures out into the chilling cold to train. He is always seeking to better himself, to become stronger. It is a most admirable pursuit, and my heaters warm the room further, eager to thaw him upon his return. I watch him from my station as he prepares his ammunition behind the school gates. His hands are sure as they mold and shape the snow. His aim is flawless as he tosses the rounds of snow at passersby. He targets everyone indiscriminately, equal in his attacks.

I cannot understand the disgruntled looks of the passersby as they are hit repeatedly. Do they not delight in that small curl of his lip as he smiles? Do they not sense the joy the activity brings him? Do they not see that he wants to improve through training? How can they not feel honored that he has used them to accomplish this goal?