Tsuna (17(18)), a few days after meeting Reborn

Tsuna dropped into a chair and dropped his head against the surface of the table.

Shōichi patted his friend's back, and made vaguely comforting noises.

Spanner glanced up from his laptop, one brow raised. "It's only the first day."

"I got a roommate," said Tsuna to table.

"Serves you right! I wish I had a room to myself." Shōichi exclaimed.

"Ouch, Shō. That hurt, truly," deadpanned the blond.

"I accidentally set his fedora on fire," Tsuna continued. At least the table listened.

"Spanner, that last mosca you built is three metres tall and weighs over 200kg."

"His name's Reborn. He's somehow in all my classes and also my tutor in Psychology. I'm pretty sure he's younger than me!" Actually, mentally prodding at his intuition got him a really confusing response when it came to his hitman roommate, like it couldn't decide if Reborn was young or an old man.

"So?" Spanner stared at the brunet, ignoring Shōichi's ranting.

Tsuna lifted his arm to shake a fist in the vague direction of his two friends. The two got conscripted into doctorates within their first day of university because they were absolute nerds.

"He's a sadist," Tsuna continued to list. "He pointed a gun at me. He called me clumsy. He's got a devastating smirk. He looks adorable in his pyjamas. I don't understand."

Spanner and Shōichi shared a look, before the red-head paused, then, "did you just say you set this guy's hat on fire?"

Tsuna whined and banged his head against the table.

"Tsuna, we talked about this!"

"Why aren't you asking about the fact that he has a gun?" Tsuna moaned plaintively.

"Because we can make guns-" Shōichi started before his brilliant mind computed that fact that this guy wasn't a part of their group and therefore shouldn't have a firearm in the middle of a school in the UK. "Why does he have a gun?!"

"Because I'm awesome." The two inventors jumped as a tall dark haired man appeared and leaned his black sweater clad upper body over Tsuna's bent back, one elbow jabbing into a shoulder as he smirked. "Chaos, I'm Reborn," he greeted the two inventors as Tsuna made more dead animal noises. "I just happened to overhear that you two can make guns." The grin that stretched his features was sadistic to a fault, three passing witnesses actually fainted. "I like guns."

Oh god, not another weirdo, was the only thought Shoichi managed.

The next few rants about Reborn were mostly along the lines of the man actually attempting to startle the brunet for some maddening reason, Reborn's weird obsession with his fedora's.

-"He has an altar, gives an eulogy for every single hat I burn, and makes me buy flowers for them every other week."-

The man's attempts on Byakuran, their neighbour's, life and vice versa (or so Shoichi translated).

-"I actually think they're playing with each other, or something. There was a marshmallow cake and paint-guns involved, oh, and one time Byakuran gave him a doll! It had a lot of nails in it, but I took them out for Reborn. It looks fun whatever they're doing."-

And it took an embarrassing long time for the red-head to realise, but Tsuna was head-over-heels for this hitman.

Spanner noticed before him! ("Well, he's pretty much the only thing he constantly talks about. And Reborn really likes to ask about Tsuna when I meet him to test some of the inventions.")

The only conclusion Shoichi could come to, was that he was glad that none of the others were here.

(That did not mean, however, that they didn't know. There were some things Shoichi just could not avoid, Nana-san was one of them, a Hana intent on grilling him was another.)