Reborn. His tutor, family friend, and loyal guard for the Tenth-Generation Vongola Mafia. A person as amazing as him should never have been saddled with a curse like that. The #1 Hitman in the world, with determination mixed with devastation, had to be one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.
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Reborn was floundering internally. The Dame Sky that was under his tutelage practically glowed every time one of his Guardians accepted his infamous compliment.
"Beautiful." he would say, as a new friend came along. Their dialogue would change, but it was always that word.
Then why was he training him more ruthlessly?
It definitely wasn't the Hitman being petty... Right?
No.
Of course not.
But why had his Flames reacted with an unknown feeling to Ryohei being accepted when he was the one to set it up?
Ah.
It was bitterness.
The fact of being the best at what he did doomed him to this fate, of having the body of a baby, the humiliation with him forever... All because of sudden yet inevitable betrayal by Her.
Yet... the tenderness in his student's gaze directed at each new Guardian was so kind, so caring, that he could almost laugh at the unfairness of it all.
And then it was towards Him.
Reborn felt the overwhelming acceptance, taking in all his faults and failures while overpowering them with his good deeds too.
Finally, he was truly embraced by a Sky, truly cared for, by someone with no ulterior motives. And it felt amazing.