Hweianime and I were discussing about Bermuda providing Night Flames which helps the Vindice in controlling their hate and then…

"Does this mean that Bermuda is the world's most aggressive psychologist?"

This is the product.


Counsel

"Fluffy human," the manager greeted Tsuna as he walked out of the employee's room café to start his shift. "Could you help make a delivery for me? Thanks." They started to pack the drinks his co-worker was making into a bag.

"We do deliveries?" Tsuna asked. This was new to him.

"If they pay enough," was the manager's simple reply. Tsuna guessed that it was a good enough reason.

"Where do I need to go?" Tsuna asked.

"The Student Care Centre. You know where that is?" When Tsuna nodded, the manager smiled and made a shooing motion with their hands. "Go on now. Oh, and the guy who ordered to coffee is Bermuda." Tsuna nodded again in acknowledgement before he was out of the door.


The Student Care Centre was a large, rather intimidating, building from the outside. The inside, however, was rather… unique. Tsuna couldn't quite decide what sort of vibe the décor was giving. There was a Victorian feel to the décor but also a forcibly cheerful shine due to the bright colours of, well, everything.

Tsuna wasn't even going to mention the sock puppets and stuffed toys lying about.

Hesitantly, he approached the receptionist. They were wearing a mask with a smiley face on in. In Tsuna's opinion, it was rather unnerving.

Smiling awkwardly, he lifted up the bag of coffee he had in his hands. The receptionist nodded and said something in a foreign language into the microphone on their desk. A few minutes passed and a group of people with that same, unsettling, mask made their way to the main hall and towards Tsuna. It was like something out of a horror movie. Tsuna had to keep himself from just dropping the bag and making a desperate dash to the door.

"U-um, Bermuda?" Tsuna stuttered out. His voice was small and uncertain. A figure stepped out of the group, and Tsuna noted that he was wearing a top hat.

Ah well, he's seen weirder.

Tsuna handed the bag over to Bermuda, who accepted it with a grateful nod.

"Thank you…" Bermuda paused, waiting for a name.

"Tsuna."

"Tsuna, you say?" Tsuna got the feeling that Bermuda was scrutinising him behind the mask. And here he thought that the situation wouldn't get any creepier.

"Yeah." He fidgeted uncomfortably.

"We've heard good things about you. You've been helpful to our charges. Is it alright if you stop by every once in a while? We believe that you will be able to provide us with invaluable help." All the masked people were staring at him. Tsuna's mind blanked out.

"Okay," was what slipped past his mouth. Before he knew it, he was giving his number and free timeslots to Bermuda, who gave him a pamphlet in return. When Tsuna came back to his senses, he was standing outside the Student Care Centre building, holding a pamphlet with the words 'Vendicare: Student care' on the front page. Curious, Tsuna pulled out his phone to check what 'Vendicare' meant.

…Avenge.

Tsuna wondered just what had he gotten into this time.


Instagram

"Hey Tsuna!" the co-worker called out all of a sudden, making Tsuna jump in surprise. Water splashed out of the cup in his hands, wetting his face and the apron he was wearing. Pressing down the guilt she felt, the co-worker quickly snapped a picture of Tsuna's semi-drenched self.

"W-What is it? What do you need?" Tsuna wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, his actions making him look like a cute little kitten. The co-worker snapped another photo.

"Nothin'!" she grinned, unabashed. "Just wanted to take a photo of ya. I took two, by the way."

"Um, okay?" Tsuna never really understood why the co-worker liked taking pictures of him so much. He knew she posted it on the café's Instagram, but who would want to see photos of a clumsy barista? Shaking off his thoughts, he places the glass of water down on a nearby table and went off to switch his apron with a clean one. He had a feeling that it would be best for him if he just remained ignorant. Besides, he knew that they would always honour his request if he didn't want his photo to be taken.

Meanwhile, the co-worker was wondering what sort of caption she should put for the photos. What would their customers want to read? Whatever, she would just tag the pictures with the normal #27effect tag and be done with it. Her witty captions could be saved for the other photos. Like the #D27 and #G27 ones; man those were some of the most awkward and funniest photos she had ever taken in her life.


Misunderstanding

Today hadn't really been the best of days for Tsuna, but he could cope. He didn't quite understand why everyone else didn't think so, though.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" the customer squeaked. Tsuna shook his head, trying to give a comforting smile.

"It's not your fault."

"Tsuna." It was his co-worker. Tsuna turned back to acknowledge her but before he could say anything, the co-worker started to gently herd him to the employee room. "I'll take over. Go and wash your face."

"Okay." He rubbed at his eye again, trying to make it better, but things only got worse. The co-worker looked a little uncomfortable with the whole situation, and patted him on the head. He supposed that she was trying to be comforting.

He quickly moved to the toilet before things could get any more awkward.


Just what had happened? Well…

"I would like a Raspberry Macaron Frappuccino," the customer said. Tsuna paused to stare at him for a while.

"Sorry?" Maybe he had misheard the order.

"A Raspberry Macaron Frappuccino," the customer repeated, impatience colouring his tone. Tsuna looked back at the menu behind him. Nope, no Raspberry Mararon Frappuccino. What even was that? Was he supposed to blend macarons with ice and coffee? That couldn't possibly taste nice.

"I'm sorry, but that item doesn't exist on the menu." The customer scowled at that.

"It does exist!" he insisted stubbornly. "My roommate ordered it just a few days ago! It's on your secret menu!"

There was a secret menu? This was the first time Tsuna was hearing about it.

"Um, do you know the ingredients needed to make it? If you do, I can prepare it for you."

"Why would I know how to make it? It's your secret menu!"

It was only eleven in the morning and Tsuna was already done for the day.

"I apologise but unless you know the recipe, I am unable to make this drink for you."

"Excuse me? This is horrible customer service, I am going to…" Tsuna zoned out. Perhaps his co-worker would know how to make this "Raspberry Macaron Frappuccino". Maybe it was just a Vanilla Frappuccino with raspberry syrup. Maybe there were actual macarons involved. Tsuna wouldn't know.

Tsuna blinked and an irritating pain started in his right eye. He blinked again, and it got worse. Shit, something had fallen into his eye. Surreptitiously, Tsuna brought a hand up to rub at his eye. Two blinks later, a tear rolled down his right cheek. Horrified, he rubbed at his eye again but more tears appeared. This was bad. Crying was something no one in customer service should do! No one would show you pity if you cried, they would just view it as a weakness and use it against you!

"Tsuna!" The voice was familiar and Tsuna looked up to see Reborn. Reborn's gaze zeroed in on the tears rolling down Tsuna's cheek and immediately turned to the customer, glaring at him. "What did you do?" he snarled.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" the customer squeaked.

And that brings us back to the present moment. Tsuna cupped his hand under the tap to contain the water and wash his eye. Finally, the irritating pain was gone. Using a piece of toilet paper, he dabbed at his eye in order to dry it.

Someone knocked on the door. "Tsuna, are you alright?" the manager asked. It took a while for Tsuna to respond as it was extremely odd to have them refer to him as 'Tsuna' instead of 'fluffy human'.

"Yes I am. I'm coming out now." He opened the door to meet his manager. They stared at his face for a while before a look of relief flashed through their eyes.

"You had something in your eye, didn't you?" they asked. Tsuna nodded, a little confused.

"Yeah. What else could it be?"

The manager looked at him for a while. "Well, we thought that you were crying because you were distressed," they spoke slowly. Tsuna gave them a weird look.

"I won't cry just because of a customer." He was a bit insulted that they would think that. The manager looked a bit sheepish.

"We know thought. It's just that… when we saw your tears, common sense went out of the window. We… care about you, you know?" The manager shifted, looking rather out of place. "Well, please go back to the counter. It's going to be the lunch hour soon, and we need all the help we can get."

Tsuna gave the manager a smile. "Alright!" he said cheerfully and walked out of the employee area. The manager watched him go. Once he was out of sight they sighed.

"The sky's charisma, huh?" They chuckled dryly. "Dammit, Kawahira. We sealed the humans' flames off for a reason. Why did you unseal Tsuna's…?"


Author's note

No romance in this chapter sorry. I'm setting up the scene with 'Counsel' and 'Instagram'. Next chapter might have maid café, but I'm still not sure about it.

You shouldn't cry in customer service. It just makes the horrible customers think they can take more advantage of you. Customer service is not for the faint of heart.

Haha, the Vindice. I know even less about them so I'm winging it.

Now that the cat is out of the bag about the manager's identity, I would like to say that they wanted to name the cafe 'Kawahira I freakin' hate you and the stick you have up your arse i love humans okay'

Review

Guest 26/2 Yamamoto will get a scene…. eventually. I think.

Guest 11/2 yeah it does! Oh dear, a typo.

Tsuki It was too late at night to bother about those sort of things. I think Lambo would be TYL version, if nothing else comes up.

anonymouse I know it's a hickey, but vampire kiss is the fancy word for a hickey where you bite people. It's probably really painful.

Broken Alice I'm not sure about Bel because I don't really know his characterisation all that well. I'll try my best a research!