Tsuna stared down at the wet spot around his crotch on his pants. He felt like digging a hole in the ground and never coming out of it. He ignored his manager laughing themselves to death in the background. He walked into the back room, his blush growing with every step he made, and slammed the door shut. Tsuna then proceeded to strip himself of everything wet on his bodice, and tossed it into the trash can, uncaring of what his manager might do to him or how much he would have to pay. He was never touching those garments ever again. Ever. Again.
Slipping on his spare uniform he kept in the storage room of the back room, Tsuna tidied up his bow tie and sighed. He collapsed onto a nearby couch and closed his eyes, putting a hand over his face and dragging it down, groaning in despair. He was not prepared for this. He wasn't prepared for any of this. He wasn't prepared to get knocked out by some sadist freako police officer that may or may not want to screw him, and having to wake up under the sink. All he ever wanted was to get a nice present for his mother but no, fate decided to be a PMSing BITCH and fuck up his day like EVERY OTHER DAY IN HIS LIFE.
The brunette suddenly jerked forward. "Mom-!" He still needed to buy a gift for his mother! He cursed mentally, and flew off the couch and out the back room. He suddenly tripped, being the clumsy tuna-fish he was, and felt his face being smashed against a brick wall.
"O-Ow!" He yelped, stumbling backwards and holding his forehead. Why was he hitting his head so much today?! Did he do something bad in a previous life or in a parallel universe? Did his decision to rush to work cause this domino effect of bad luck?
A chuckle jerked him out of his thoughts. Another attacker? Would this stranger also attempt to knock him out and make him dirty his uniform? Tsuna slowly looked up at the brick wall. "W-Who are you?" Dammit, of all the times for his stutter to recover and rear its head! Tsuna inwardly cursed and blushed lightly at the tanned, handsom- "HIEEE! PUT ME DOWN!" WHAT WAS GOING ON.
The new stranger had picked him up and was hugging him like some kind of teddy bear! As far as he could tell, he was not a stuffed animal! Why was he laughing? Why did he seem so familiar? The hell was going on?! If he kept on meeting random strangers and being harassed, he was going to snap eventually and everything was going to burn to ashes. THERE WOULD BE NOTHING LEFT ON THIS PLANET AND NOTHING WOULD SURVIVE HIS WRATH. COUNTRIES WOULD BE REDUCED TO RUINS UNDER HIS RAGE, FIRE WOULD EXTERMINATE ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE SINNED AND TOUCHED HIM LIKE THIS-
"SIR THIS IS HARASSMENT OF THE BAD KIND AND I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WOULD PUT ME DOWN, IN THE NAME OF THE ALCOHOL AND HAVING A GOOD DAY." Tsuna yelled, flailing about like the tuna-fish he was. While struggling to get out of the chuckling stranger's grasp, he accidentally elbowed them in the face and made them drop him on his ass. ("Sorr- WHY AM I SAYING SORRY TO YOU-")
Grunting as the cold, hard ground slapped him in the ass, Tsuna scrambled to get up, only to pause as a calloused, tanned, slender hand was offered to him. He scowled, ("No thank you.") and got up on his own, brushing off imaginary dirt and straightening out his vest. "Honestly, people these days..." Tsuna grumbled, walking past the stranger.
Unknown to Tsuna, the stranger's eyes followed his every move, like a bloodhound on a trail for a fairly mysterious criminal, all the way until Tsuna disappeared out of their line of sight. Takeshi chuckled again, darkly, as he licked his lips and went into the restricted area meant for only employees and tried on his new uniform. Meanwhile, in an abandoned corner, Tsuna's manager was cackling madly and scrolling through photos of a new pairing. "Poor, poor, innocent little Tuna-fish," they murmured, a wild grin stretching their lips.
Tsuna let out a huff of irritated air, and grumbled at the memory of the stranger. How dare he? Who the hell picks up some random person they just met and hugs them, didn't that guy have any respect for space? Tsuna pouted, unconsciously. Putting away all of the dishes in the sink, the fluffy haired brunet turned his eyes back to the counter to check for any customers and suddenly found himself eye to eye with a dangerous looking man with curly sideburns, who looked amused.
"Hello, may I take your order?" Tsuna said, raising an eyebrow. His bad mood began to dissolve as he forced himself to smile and be polite. ('Fake it 'til you make it,' a voice echoed in his head,) The stranger with curly sideburns smirked, which, oddly enough, did not bother Tsuna, as it usually would've whenever someone who looked as dangerous as this customer smirked. And then the stranger opened his mouth and damn near purred.
"I'd like a Siren Song cocktail, with a bit of water and maybe some espresso if you have any. I could use a wake-up call." And with that, the stranger/customer wiggled his eyebrows at Tsuna, surprising a snort out of him. The stranger's smirk grew wider at his victory and sent a smug look over at someone behind Tsuna, then proceeded to flirt with the fluffy fish until his drink was finished. "So, what's your number, do you prefer coffee or tea, and why is your supposed manager sitting in a corner over there giggling like a maniac?"
Tsuna shot some questions right back at the man. "Why are you asking for my number, have you ever heard of such a thing called water, and how do you get your side burns to curl like that?" Setting the cocktail onto the counter, Tsuna scanned the room for anymore surprises, before jumping when someone laid a hand on his shoulder. (YOU WILL ALL BURN) Tsuna forced down a kicking, screaming, part of him that raged for world domination and elimination of all those who have touched him, then turned a full 180 degrees before freezing.
"Y-you again..."