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These days, Tsuna mostly wandered in a state of shock. He really wasn't sure what had changed so suddenly, but he was incredibly grateful for it every day. Not that his future employment options looked that much brighter, but there was hope at least.
Which was probably foolish, considering the fact that he had three teenaged boys with him against one of the oldest and most powerful Criminal Organizations either side of the Pacific- but then again, those odds didn't sound much different than any other battle he'd been forced into recently. So who could say?
What was constantly surprising Tsuna was how much easier it was to face another day of things he didn't want to do. Not easier in a 'I might enjoy this eventually' kind of way, obviously (because mafia bit aside, no sane person wants to be trained by a psychotic demon baby). But-
Glomp
"Best Little Brother of mine! An Extreme good morning!"
But this. Granted, it came with extra bruises (goodbye, spleen. Hope you weren't important) as well as-
"Idiot! Hands OFF of-" Hayato's rising blood pressure and-
"Haha! Good morning Tsuna! I get a hug too, right?"
"NO YOU DON'T BASEBALL FREAK" Takeshi making everything worse (he was doing it on purpose, Tsuna was sure).
But they felt like friends, and when Tsuna said things like
"What am I supposed to tell my mom?"
Hayato wrote out charts of What and How Much to tell her and Takeshi volunteered his dad who apparently knew "Things" which was surprisingly lucid for Takeshi and Ryohei added statements like
"Maybe you should think about how much like your dad you want to be" which nearly had Tsuna choking for multiple reasons.
(Tsuna had, tentatively, brought up Ryohei and his new...dedication to Kyoko-Chan and she had just smiled and said she was glad, it was about time)
So there was that particular bit of different-but-good in his life now. And while he was still encouraged to enter Boxing about once a week, it was almost like a running joke. An inside joke. Dorky giddiness thy name is Tsunayoshi.
But you know what? He was sitting with Hayato, Takeshi, Yamamoto-San, and Ryohei, and they were all helping him figure out how he was going to tell his mom that his dad had Voluntold him for a position as an International Crime Lord. And it was going to suck telling his mom. Despite how crappy the situation was though...having actual support made all the difference.
So Tsuna took a deep breath.
So.
Hardcore stream of consciousness. Oh, and my little 'Drabble' series is developing plot. Plot! It was just supposed to be a few character thought pieces, and now so help me...
ugh. No really, help me. Wtf am I actually doing?
i mean, besides working on multiple points that bothered me about the story. Like Nana. There has to be a limit to ditzy. (Not really, trust me I know multiple)
and the fact that, outside of life and death situations, the friendship seems thin. Overnight friendships? Can happen, I've had one or two. But it just seemed like a bunch of people banding together only when needed, and even the friendly characters seemed to just...be there, constantly surprised at the others presence.
Vaguely know where the timeline is. Almost.
if you stick with this while I fumble for the plot line, thanks.
