Ice.
Tsuna wore the coat more to stave his mother's worry than out of actual need; he didn't get cold very easily anymore.
Bond.
As Tsuna stared at the ring on his finger, the thought of destroying it like his future self had made his stomach churn, because although the ring meant responsibility and worse mafia, it was part of a set that belonged to his familigia.
Fear.
The enemies that Tsuna had to face scared the timid brunette to death, but the thought of losing his familigia scared him ten times more.
Forgotten.
With a smile, Lanchia refolded the letter and tucked it with the others in his suitcase, all written by the same person; the Vongola tenth was not the kind to forget anyone.
Dance.
No one could ever seem to work up the courage to tell the Vongola Decimo what a good dancer he was for fear that he would notice how many eyes followed him every time he moved towards the dance floor.
Body.
After a battle with the Vongola, one would always find blood, but one would not often find bodies.
Sacred.
Reborn trusted his student, after all the boy had been trained well, but as Daemon slammed Tsuna into the ground, the arcobaleno felt a flutter of fear for his special student.
Farewells.
"Farewell," said Tsuna every time he sent one of his men or women on a mission, and they all knew he said it because he refused to say goodbye.
World.
As leader of the CEDEF, Iemitsu got to see the world; as Vongola Decimo, Tsuna was required to stay in Italy or Japan most of the time, but Tsuna didn't care because he got to see his familgia all the time and that was world enough for him.
Formal.
Whenever Tsuna spoke to them in Italian, the guardians knew that it was time to be serious.
Fever.
Gokudera knew that a fever was nothing to panic about, but Tsuna's bleary, blank eyes made him scramble for the phone and a doctor.
Laugh.
Tsuna knew there was something seriously wrong with him when he found even Mukuro's laugh endearing.
Lies.
Chrome didn't like lying to her boss; his eyes would sag even as he tried to smile, and she couldn't stand the thought of hurting him like that.
Forever.
Forever was not a long time, but all time itself; Haru knew this truth and still wanted to spend it with her beloved Tsuna-san.
Overwhelmed.
As he disappeared, Mukuro tried to convince himself that he wasn't worried about what would happen if he were to be in Tsunayoshi's presence for long periods of time.
Whisper.
"I love you," said Tsuna softly, the words not reaching their intended targets as his family loudly celebrated simply being in each other's company.
Wait.
Kyoko always knew that she should say something before her presence became smaller in his heart, but something always held her back; now she feared it was too late.
Talk.
After hearing about how things were over in Japan and explaining how things were going for the CEDEF, Lal finally demanded to know why Sawada had called her; Tsuna merely answered cheerfully that he had just wanted to talk to her.
Search.
During one of the many Vongola celebrations, the familigia discovered that the Vongola Decimo was excellent at playing hide and seek.
Hope.
Every time his guardians stood next to him, Tsuna felt that he could do anything.
Eclipse.
"It's okay," said Tsuna, patting Ryohei's back awkwardly, "the sun'll come back out in a minute."
Gravity.
Since he was a klutz, Tsuna had an understandable dislike of gravity, but after meeting Enma, the brunette had decided that gravity wasn't so bad after all.
Highway.
"Reborn, it's supposed to be an expression!" yelled Tsuna as he stood in the middle of oncoming traffic and tried to figure out how his sadistic tutor had managed to place him there.
Unknown.
The Vongola-allied bosses had been talking and murmuring among themselves about the rumors concerning Vongola Decimo and what the young man might be like; Dino grinned when he realized that not one of the others had seen much less taken note of the quiet brunette in the corner discretely looking around and taking all of them in.
Lock.
The door knob refused to turn no matter what Lambo did to it; behind the panicking teen, Bianchi smiled and reminded herself to thank the Vongola Decimo for the wonderful test subject. Tsuna himself smirked from the other side of the door and knew that after this Lambo would think twice before trying to dye Tsuna's hair pink.
Breathe.
Yamamoto felt his lungs tighten and his vision become blurry; in an instant, Tsuna stood beside the swordsman and rested a hand on the taller man's shoulder, and Yamamoto remembered how to breath.
Comfort.
They all had gone to him for comfort at one time or another: Gokudera with an unnatural silence, Yamamoto with darkness in his eyes despite his almost convincing grin, Lambo with tears in his scared eyes, Ryohei with a heaviness in his steps, Chrome with her bag and trident in death grip, Mukuro with a more maniac gleam in his eyes that usual, Hibari with a drowsiness, almost dejectedness, in his manner, I-pin, Fuuta, Mamma with arms outstretched and longing in their eyes, Kyoko with quiet pain in her words, Haru with a solemn almost depressing tone; and although Tsuna never turned them, or anyone, away, when it came time that he needed the same comfort he gave, he never asked for it in return.
Angle.
Thanks to Reborn, Tsuna was all too aware of when bullets were aimed for him and when they were not; not that it mattered, he tried to stop them regardless.
Kiss.
"Tsuna-nii blushed!" said I-pin victoriously as Tsuna held his flaming cheek.
Soft.
Quietly, Fuuta made his way to where Tsuna-nii was and laid down right next to the sleeping brunette; the ranking planet was right, Tsuna-nii's stomach made the best pillow of all the things in the camping trip.