I'm back with the next installment!

I hope this chapter finds you all happy and well, and if not, then I hope this chapter makes you all at least smile! Also, I'll be interchanging names every once in a while, even in the same paragraph, so I'm sorry if it's a little confusing. Most of this chapter is Reborn centric, but the rest of the story is Kyoya, promise.

Warning; Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), or multiple personality disorder, is a real thing, and I do not mean to make light of it in this story. Please know that and take this story with a grain of salt when it comes to hating me. For Reborn and Shota, they have two complete personalities, unlike Kyoya who only has the one. The reason is explained in the story (I hope clearly). This story is not a good reference on the disorder, and please, if you have any questions, ask me in a PM or in a review, and I will do my best to answer. And if I failed as a writer and there are a lot of the same questions, I'll answer them in the AN of the next chapter.

'Non-Italic' is whoever is at the forefront of Aizawa Shota's mind, and in control of their shared body.

'In Italic' is whoever is taking the metaphysical 'backseat' to the other.

(This is for when Reborn and Shota talk to each other. It doesn't come up very often after this chapter.)

Disclaimer: not mine.

Aizawa Shota was ten days away from his 16th birthday when he remembered his past life in a sudden, coma-like, week-long 'nap'. His self-proclaimed 'best-friend', an annoying young man by the name of Hizashi, had asked what would happen if Shota used his Quirk on himself and… he was curious, alright? He didn't think anything would happen, or at least, nothing that couldn't be undone, and so he looked himself in the bathroom mirror at home and activated his Quirk.

And the next thing he knew, he was waking up in the hospital one week later. Exactly one week, to the minute. He had no idea how he knew that, but he did, and that it was part of his assassins' training. Hizashi was there, beside him and nattering to his unconscious friend about all the things he had missed in the past week. And all Shota could think was that his name wasn't 'Shota' or anything, it was Reborn, dammit. Why were all these people calling him 'Shota'? And who were these people anyway?

That's when Reborn remembered who he was now, as well as who he used to be. He asked to be left alone for a while, and he was left for the night to gather his thoughts. It was a hard thing to do when all he wanted to do was panic. Did he die? He would have had to die to be born again into this body and life. But… how?! He was Reborn! The Worlds Greatest Hitman! He could not have died! And what happened to Tsuna and the rest? What about the other Arcobaleno? The Vongola? Anyone?

Reborn took a deep breath in and then out in a slow, steady sigh. He started a rhythm of slow breaths, allowing his mind to calm and think, really think, about what to do next. The next couple of hours were a swirl of panic and calm and panic and calm and then finally, contemplation.

And the final conclusion?

Indifference.

Ah well. He's been dead before – and he was Reborn before too. Haha. He can handle this life. Already on the path to becoming a Hero? Well… He can adapt. He wasn't the nicest person, but being a Hero? He could (maybe) be one.

…Maybe he could be an underground Hero?

A celebration for his safe return and for his birthday was held the day he was released from the hospital and all Reborn could think was that 'this party could be a lot more fun if I could introduce some Vongola Games… and those would be even better with their Quirks.' Reborn didn't want to admit just how much fun that could be. Having someone entertain him with their Quirks, only for Reborn to use his own Quirk as Shota to erase it at the most critical moment.

His evil chuckle at seemingly nothing caused quite a few people around him to back off. Hizashi cocked his head to the side, and then just laughed with him without knowing what they were laughing at.

Reborn graduated and started on the path that would lead him to underground work, became 'The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head' (he smacked Hizashi for that one, hard) and kept up a low profile. The work wasn't nearly as fulfilling as being 'Reborn: World's Greatest Hitman', but the part of him that was still Aizawa Shota said that it was enough to know that he was helping people. And that mindset was strengthened every time Shota stumbled upon a rapist in the process of stalking/ capturing/ or hurting their prey and stopped them.

Reborn made sure they never walked again.

(It was odd, what Reborn and Shota had in their head. Multiple people sharing the same mind – wasn't that Dissociative Identity Disorder?)

With time, about ten years, the two warring personas of Reborn and Shota started to solidify into their own separate personalities. Shota was the name and main personality that kept up appearances, and Reborn really only took the reins in fights. So when the fabled underground Hero got a bad case of Dry Eye, to the point that even Reborn's knowledge of 'Sun Flames', as well as his access to them, were unable to help much and caused the Hero to think of retirement, Reborn put up the idea of teaching the next generation instead.

While the Hero thing was his calling, Shota supposed he could be a teacher too.

And it turned out Reborn took the reins as a teacher too – in the most clinical sense. Shota kept Reborn from killing their students, and Reborn kept Shota from kicking them out without at least trying to find their individual potential.

(That one class though… they both internally shuddered at the memory. No potential. At all. And that may or may not scare Reborn a little, because if there really was no potential, then how the hell do those student's see their own society? If they thought they could half-ass their way though U.A. Hero School then… what did they think would happen if and/or when they were out fighting the 'good fight'? Did they think they could magically win, and all would be well? No. Reborn would be damned if he let any of his students die while delusional.)

Reborn and Shota were perusing the names and files on their students this year when Reborn misread the name on one of them and had to re-read it twice before he could calm down. He shoved Shota to the side and took out the file on 'Himura Kyoya' and started to read it.

'What is it? I thought I had control today.' Shota thought sullenly.

"Just… hold on." Reborn said out loud. Normally he wouldn't, but in his contemplative shock at the picture of the young man in front of him, he couldn't help it. Ebony black hair, pale– but not sickly– white skin, and a perpetual sneer of distaste… it had to be him! His eyes were a few shades darker, and his family name was different, but it had to be him.

Hibari Kyoya.

Reborn flipped to the next page and snorted a laugh. Quirkless, armed with only a pair of tonfa, and he still got the highest number against the robots? Oh yeah. It was him. But then again, maybe not. Himura got a fair number on the rescue points, and a high score on the written exam and Reborn seriously doubted Hibari would care enough to rescue someone, let alone take the written exam seriously. It was, as Reborn saw it, truly the 'good Samaritan' taken to a whole new level. Like, Tsuna-levels of good.

And then that also begged the question: if he really was Hibari Kyoya brought back to this world, did he remember his past life too? Or was it just Reborn seeing things that just weren't there?

(And honestly, Reborn really hoped he wasn't just seeing things. He was having difficulty recently keeping himself convinced that he was even real to begin with, that the memories he had weren't made up and fake and that he had actually and truly existed before he woke up from that coma in Shota's body all those years ago. If he could find one person, just one, who knew him from before and that could collaborate his memories, then Reborn could put these baseless fears to rest.)

Until then, Reborn was stuck just being an extra in someone else's head. He sighed and got up to get an espresso before he let Shota take over again.

When Himura ended up being the first student into the training ground in their blue jumpsuit of a PE uniform, Reborn had to fall back enough to laugh (and yell out 'Kyoya! In a blue jumpsuit! There is a god, and She loves me!') and Shota easily slid into place and tried to talk to the teen. He was brushed off and just before class started, the teen said something that silenced Reborn.

"Listen closely, because I will only say this once. I am a carnivore, and you are an herbivore. I bite small animals like you to death. I do not have friends."

'Holy shit. It is him.'

'Since when do you swear?'

'Since right now.' Reborn thought back. 'Now go be a teacher- oh, no, wait, let me!'

Before Shota could even question Reborn, the former hitman took over, (metaphorically) shoving Shota to the side. Shota raised a metaphysical eyebrow as he watched Reborn be a little bit more of an ass than usual, specifically toward Kyoya. Snide looks and remarks aside, Reborn actually took note of the student's potential. And there was a lot more here than last year – thank god. Shota was already writing off a few names in his head, but Reborn paid him no mind. It wasn't like him to let a student go just because they couldn't show potential in their first few days – hell, Tsuna didn't show potential until a few months into his training! The only reason he stuck to him was that he had to for the sake of his contract with the Vongola Nono.

(Reborn was actually so glad he did; the kid grew on him in just a few years – and he erased Reborn's curse!)

'I know we share the same head, and therefore the same memories, but can you actually tell me about them some time? It sounds like a fun life you lived.'

'Maybe one day. And yeah… it was a fun life. In the latter half.'

There was a little trick that Reborn took full advantage of with Shota's Quirk that allowed the hitman to actually see another person's Flames, and well as where to hit to knock them unconscious (or dead, but Shota wouldn't let him kill anyone since that wasn't Hero like). So when Shota used his Quirk on the young man with fluffy green hair, Reborn couldn't help but be taken aback. It was the purest Sky Flames he had seen since coming to this world – and with a larger quantity that he had seen too – and Reborn would be damned if that wasn't Tsuna's Sky Flames. Reborn remained in his 'backseat' to Shota's teachings, watching as the child tried again to throw the ball with and without using his Quirk at the same time. Just as Shota was about to write off the child, Reborn switched and pulled back Shota's Quirk, just to see what he would do. Someone with Tsuna's Flames had to have something up his sleeve.

And boy oh boy did he ever!

His Quirk seemed to give him superhuman strength, but the drawback was harsh – it broke him. So the boy activated his Quirk at the last possible second, just at the tip of his finger, and Reborn switched again to give a small cheer in the back of Shota's head. The kid didn't just have potential, he had style and brains, and Tsuna's Flames!

The ever angry Bakugou ran at the bearer of Tsuna's Flames and Reborn acted on an old instinct to protect his student, wrapping his scarves around Bakugou and activating his Quirk to stop the other completely. He blinked to let Shota take over in his shock. That was… Hayato. Gokudera Hayato.

'Wow. So many people from my past.'

'I wonder why now?'

Reborn didn't comment, but he let Shota continue control for a short while. Once they had gathered all the students in the gym, Reborn took over again, since he was the better of the two at gaging potential – and because Shota only wanted to kick out some of the students he already saw as having none.

Reborn stalked over to Kyoya doing the Toe Touch, watching him bend literally in half, and he wanted to grin at the impressed whistle Shota gave, but just huffed and gave yet another snide remark. By the glare he was getting, Kyoya was getting irritated. (It made him want to laugh.)

And then the boy growled and Reborn had to switch places to actually laugh.

(He missed the ensuing grief that passed over Kyoya's face for the faintest of seconds because of his laugh. Shota didn't, but he refrained from telling Reborn.)

'So, why are you getting those fake forms together?' Shota asked as he watched Reborn. He read the top of the forms Reborn had written up and cringed. They were made to look like transfer forms.

'I want to make him hate me.'

'Who? And do I want to know why?'

'Himura Kyoya, and I need him to be mad at me so I can test how he reacts. The Hibari I know would never take such an insult laying down.' Reborn glanced at the couch. 'Well, sitting down.'

'And how are transfer forms, fake ones at that, going to insult him?' Shota no longer sounded curious – just doubtful.

Reborn removed his weaponized scarf and set it over the back of the chair. 'You'll see.'

And Shota did, indeed, see. And feel. (They both knew that bruise to his sternum would last for days, even with Reborn using his Sun Flames to heal them.) Shota felt more than a little terrified and Reborn couldn't help but feel excited.

'So, what was his profession in our last life?' Shota sounded scared. Reborn couldn't blame him – he laughed at his counterpart's fear of a student, but he understood it. Kyoya was as much of a demon in this life as he was last time around.

'Mafia Enforcer. His kill count is actually pretty high, as I remember it. Nowhere near mine, but he probably killed many more after I died.'

'…yeah, we don't want him to be a Villain.'

'Nope.' Reborn grinned as he thought it. They switched places so Shota could clean their desk. Reborn liked being clean and neat, but he had gotten lazy since Shota liked cleaning.

'So do you think he's like us?' Shota wondered a few minutes later.

'Like what?'

'Two people, one head.'

'Hm… maybe? I don't know. I'm still questioning if we're crazy after all, and none of this is real. I still could just be seeing things.'

They were quiet for a while, each thinking away from the other before Shota asked;

'So, coffee?'

'Yaaaaasssss.'

Reborn wanted to skip down the hall. It really was Hibari! Reborn had watched the mock battles through Shota's eyes and though he already knew it was Hibari Kyoya, there was now a high chance he remembered his past life too. Reborn took control and wandered up to the roof of one of the buildings to watch Himura Kyoya walk out with 5 other students. They all tried to beat him – but Reborn knew that unless they had the whole class against Kyoya, they couldn't win. And even with the whole class, they might not win.

And Shota was starting to believe him on that too.

'Is he seriously Quirkless? I've never seen someone that powerful.'

'I have no doubts that he's actually Quirkless, but the real question is if he remembers me. I'll ask him tomorrow… maybe I'll have fun with it.'

- (Back to Kyoya!)-

The day started just like the last few for Kyoya. An early start to school, the first one there, listening to the quiet of the building, watching herbivores take their seats, and then waiting on their teacher, Aizawa Shota. Ojiro and Hagakure walked over to his desk to say their morning greetings and to ask how he was, but Kyoya barely responded more than a nod. The red-headed herbivore and the lightning herbivore greeted him with so much enthusiasm they nearly screamed their 'good mornings', and the bird omnivore nodded his version from the door before going to his desk.

(Kyoya raised his level to omnivore because he liked the other's style. It was dark and quiet, yet strong. Just how Kyoya liked his subordinates.)

Their teacher walked in as casually as always, but just before he began to take attendance (but still after the bell) All Might slammed the door open, interrupting their teacher as he began to say the first name.

"Aizawa-kun! I need to speak with Himura Kyoya, Ojiro Masahiro, and Hagakure Toru."

The morning sleepy silence turned shocked in a second, and Kyoya blinked up in surprise. He glanced at Ojiro, the other watching him as if he were their leader (as he should since Kyoya was the Alpha carnivore in this room). Kyoya ignored him and stood. He had a feeling Hagakure was watching him too, but it was impossible to actually tell from his current vantage point. Ojiro and Hagakure got up with him and joined him by the door.

"Be sure not to mark us absent, Sensei." Kyoya purred the last word, his lips dripping venom with his smirk.

The returning smirk he saw in the corner of his eye wasn't what Kyoya expected – rather it threw him off as it looked so familiar. Kyoya turned to face the man completely, eyes narrowed, but the expression was smothered by the man's look of irritation. Kyoya gave him another look of distrust before he turned his back and left the classroom with the other two, walking behind the behemoth of a man they called All Might.

They followed their teacher most of the way down the hall when the man abruptly halted, spun around on his heel and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle.

"I AM SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID TO YOU THREE YESTERDAY!" He shouted. Ojiro and Hagakure reeled back with the sheer force of the man's apology. Kyoya glared harder at the noise. All Might straightened with a sombre-like expression and continued. "It was brought to my attention that what I said when I introduced Himura to your group could be misconstrued as me believing your Quirks aren't enough to become Heroes with. And for that, I am truly so sorry. I honestly believe you three will be wonderful Heroes." He looked pointedly at Kyoya and gave him a thumbs up.

"And yes. Even you, with your Villain-esque persona." Kyoya grinned with a near predator's smile, nodded to the man and turned to head back to the classroom. Kyoya could honestly not care less about an apology, genuine or not (though Kyoya couldn't sense the man was lying, and he was good at catching that considering all the… interrogations he pulled for the Vongola), he just wanted to fight the older Hero someday. It was only when he reached the door that he realized Ojiro and Hagakure weren't with him. Kyoya turned to look over his shoulder, watching Ojiro frown, but nod subtly at the man, and Hagakure… well, Kyoya couldn't see her, so he assumed that she bore the same expression as the teen beside her.

The tall man gave them a thumbs up and started to walk away, Ojiro and Hagakure all but actually running up to Kyoya. He gave them a raised eyebrow – as curious an expression as he was physically capable of giving – and Ojiro shook his head with a smile. Hagakure spoke for them both.

"He just wanted to make sure that we knew that he thought our Quirks were cool and gave us some ideas on how to use our Quirks better. Or well…" she paused. "I kind of already knew all the 'suggestions' he put out, and I think Ojiro-kun does too."

"Yeah… My dad already told me all of what All Might told me when I was small… but the man is trying, I think, to be a good teacher. He's a great Hero and a great guy, it's just his first time being a teacher. So I think we should let him off the hook with that, you know?"

"Yeah, me too. What about you, Himura-kun?"

Kyoya shrugged. "I really don't care." He opened the door and allowed Ojiro and Hagakure to enter before him. He closed the door a bit forcibly when he saw the way Aizawa was grinning at him. It looked so… familiar. It clicked when the man cocked his head just so. Kyoya's eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed in displeasure. It… it couldn't be him, could it? Kyoya had forgotten to check the man's Flames due to his pride being dented by the man the day before, so it could be.

Well, there was one way to check, without touching.

"Se riesci a capirmi, pranziamo, Reborn." Kyoya said quietly as he paused at the man's podium on the way to his desk. He saw the look of mischief in the man's eyes and knew he had his confirmation.

"Certo, Giovane Skylark. Sarebbe il mio piacere pranzare con te." Reborn responded, his tone betraying none of the unbridled joy bursting inside him.

"Spar me." Kyoya said loudly with sparkling eyes.

"Hmm… maybe. Later." Reborn purred, all sin and danger.

Kyoya gave a small smile and a nod and turned to head back to his desk.

"If you can understand me, let's have lunch, Reborn."

'He does remember me!'

'hip hip hurray. Let's teach the class.'

'You are never any fun, Shota.' Reborn frowned and, ignoring the other's rejected sigh, got back to the class he was supposed to be teaching.

'By the way, what did you say back to him? And how do you know a language I don't?' Shota asked about half an hour later.

'I said that lunch would be nice*. And I know the language because I really was a real person before I woke up as you – Hey!' Reborn yelled as he was roughly shoved down.

'Ha, you let your guard down. It's my turn now.' Shota thought smugly, turning back to the chalkboard to continue the math equation.

Lunch was a bare few minutes away when Kyoya realized he had invited Reborn out to eat… when he himself had forgotten his Bento. He had no lunch. He refused to think of this as an embarrassment, however, as having only a sandwich seemed simultaneously worse and better. As the bell rang for lunch and herbivores began gathering their things to leave, Kyoya remained seated as he watched Reborn speak to someone on the other side of the door, just out of Kyoya's line of sight. He resisted a sigh and moved to get up when he was suddenly surrounded.

Five… no six? That wasn't right either. But they were all asking him to join them for lunch, and try as he might, Kyoya couldn't turn them down. Not in the "I really shouldn't but I guess I can" kind of polite way, but more in the 'every time he opened his mouth someone spoke over him' kind of way. He was getting more and more irritated by the second and none of them would shut up.

"Ok, I think Himura here is about to explode on all of you, so why don't you give him some room to breathe?" A new voice spoke up, and although Kyoya wouldn't ever admit it aloud, he was extremely relieved Reborn had decided to come save the rest of his students from Kyoya killing them. The students all took a step back and Kyoya took a deep breath in, released it in a quick sigh and glared at the other students around him as he counted heads.

Hagakure, Ojiro, the red-head Kiri-something, the annoying bubbly blond Kaminari (who was easy to remember due to his quirk and name being practically the same) and the omnivore Tokoyami and his 'shadow'… so it was 6 people… sort of.

(Kyoya watched in mild fascination as the shadow seemed to preen under his stare.)

He snapped his eyes to Reborn and switched to Italian, just to mess with the irritating Herbivores around him. "Quindi, pranzo?" (So, lunch?)

"Si."

Kyoya followed the man out of the room, listening to the questions as they started floating behind him. He smiled and tilted his head over his shoulder as Ojiro called out to him a little louder than the rest. Kyoya waved over his shoulder and left the classroom with a little more flair than he would normally allow. He was starting to like showing a little flair.

"So, I'm guessing you enjoy messing with the students here?" Reborn asked after a short moment of silence.

"You say it like it's a bad thing." Kyoya replied, before realizing they had spoken in Russian.

"This is true. Are you enjoying this world and all it's… 'Quirks'?" Reborn asked, this time in English, both to get the pun across easier and to let Kyoya know he wanted to play. Kyoya's answering smirk told the older hitman that he was game.

"It isn't the worst world, I suppose. These powers are a little ridiculous, though." Kyoya said in perfect German. Neither man would admit it, but they both wanted to skip down the hall like little girls at the sheer joy of having their deepest fears vanish. Kyoya could admit that more than once he had wondered if he was insane – because there was no record of a 'Hibari' family anywhere in this country. And no 'Vongola' anywhere in the world either. Nothing that tied his memories to facts that he could call 'proof'; aside from his random knowledge about something no one else in this world knew about – Dying Will Flames.

"Oh, indeed. I'll admit it amused me as much as it made me wonder about the sanity of the people in this world when I first looked into the origins of these powers." Reborn snarked in Dutch. This was a game they had played many times before, in their past life, a take on Shiritori using full parts of a conversation rather than simple words or small phrases, and different languages each time. You use the sound of the last syllable of the previous language into the first of the next, with bonus points if you tied into a 'dead' language. It had been one of Kyoya's favourite games – with the obvious exception of straight up sparring.

Now that with the hitman was fun.

Kyoya allowed a small laugh that he knew he wouldn't have allowed in his former life and looked up from under his bangs at the other man. "To be honest, I had doubted my own sanity for a while." He replied in French, ducking his head down low again.

"You seem to enjoy this life more, you know that?" Reborn replied in a lesser known dialect of Hindi. One of the ways to win this game was to trip the other person up with a language they didn't know – it was mainly how Reborn won every time. Kyoya huffed, thoroughly annoyed that the man had tried to win in that way; again.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Kyoya said in irritated Mandurian. Then he blinked and looked around the unfamiliar hallway. "By the way, where are we going?" he continued in the same language.

"You invited me to lunch, I was following you." Reborn said in crisp Greek.

"I've not fully explored the building, I don't know where anything is really. I was following you; you work here." Kyoya admitted in a Native American Cree dialect.

"Well you don't have a lunch box, so I thought you were taking me to the cafeteria." Reborn responded in High German.

Kyoya opened his mouth to retort when he paused, slowing his steps to a stop as he looked at the former hitman with a predatory grin. "I already used German. I win."

"What? No, you… you did." Reborn huffed a light curse and groaned. "Alright. Fine. You win that round. But next time I'll win!"

Kyoya decided he wouldn't be a complete asshole and rub his win in the man's face (he let his grin do that for him), and casually responded with, "Sure. So where is the cafeteria?" Reborn muttered under his breath darkly and turned on his heel sharply, a crisp 'this way' fell from his grit teeth. Kyoya almost trotted behind the man and glanced up at his face just in time to watch the man… shift.

It was weird. One moment and the man looked a very angry sort of irritated, and the next he looked bored and only a little irritated. His eyes switched from clear and sharp, observing everything to slightly downcast and drooping sleepily. His steps didn't actually faulter, but his gait switched up a bit, with slightly heavier steps than Kyoya had known the older man to have. And the most shocking difference was the man's posture – Reborn would never slouch, no matter how slight! (Kyoya had seen the man stand with a perfect posture while literally dying from a poisoned bullet wound to the gut.)

Kyoya raised an eyebrow and blurted out, "Who are you?"

"Your teacher, Aizawa Shota." The man drawled in a tone that was a little different than the one Kyoya was used to hearing from Reborn. It didn't have its usual mocking undertone to it Kyoya had come to associate with the hitman, even with this very different voice. Kyoya hummed, not entirely convinced, but he kept quiet until they reached the very overcrowded cafeteria.

"Uh… no." Kyoya muttered, briskly freezing on the spot. There was no way in Hell he was going to walk out into that crowded mess of herbivores. And now that he thought about it, his wallet was in his bag anyway – though, really, he couldn't afford to eat lunch here even with his wallet. Kyoya listened to the man next to him chuckle and glanced up to see the perfectly postured man he was almost expecting with that laugh. Reborn's eyes were back to being sharp and observant, and that mocking Drawl was back in his tone. (And honestly, it made Kyoya wonder if what he had seen before was just an illusion.)

"What?" The hitman asked casually, "Afraid of a few people?"

"Never." Kyoya huffed. "I'm just not hung-"

His stomach growled traitorously. Kyoya growled back. Reborn raised an amused eyebrow. Then the shift happened again.

"What did you have for breakfast?" The teacher asked. Kyoya looked back up into the inquisitive eyes of a man he didn't know, with a posture that definitely wasn't Reborn's, and this was all so confusing.

"Food." Kyoya barked back, starting to get annoyed by this stranger. What was happening with Reborn? The man cocked a lazy eyebrow.

"How much food?"

"None of your business." Kyoya turned away, ignoring his stomach as it growled louder.

"Clearly not enough food." The man drawled, and Kyoya looked back at the man to see the perfect posture of the hitman, again!

"Ok, I don't like swearing, but what the fuck?" he growled lowly, "You both are and aren't Reborn. How?"

The man jolted to the side a moment before Reborn's almost signature calculative gaze bore into Kyoya's for nearly a minute. Kyoya did his best to hold the man's stare back, but the amazing smell of food was so very distracting. Reborn opened his mouth when the teen's stomach interrupted them even louder than it had before. Kyoya glared through his light dusting of a blush, determined to not get distracted. The man in front of him made another shift and sighed, and again Kyoya was staring down a stranger.

"Ok, let's get you some lunch first, then-"

"No need."

"You're literally starving right in front of me. I can't let a student go hungry."

"…I can't afford it." Kyoya finally muttered. He crossed his arms like a child, puffing his cheeks slightly as he turned away.

"What do you mean?" Kyoya glared up at the still-not-Reborn stranger and huffed.

"My allowance. I used it all to pay for the first two months rent on-"

"Himura. The food provided by Lunch Rush here at U.A. is free to students."

Kyoya blinked up at not-Reborn for two seconds with a blank stare, before turning to head to the line of students gathered for lunch. (He didn't run. He just power-walked very quickly with long strides.)

'Would you quit pushing me and shoving me?! It's irritating!' Shota yelled in their head, trying to figure out why Reborn was even acting like this.

'Indeed it is irritating. To Kyoya.' Reborn snickered back. He flipped them again and rocked back in shock as the teen actually swore at him.

'Wahhh that's new.' Reborn said to Shota.

'What? That he's so irritated he asked us what we were doing to him?'

'No. He swore. I don't think I've ever heard him swear at me… or at anything, really.'

'Hmm? Well, I would too if I was getting irritated. How can he tell between us though? Not even my parents can.'

'He's that good.' There was a pause as Reborn went to respond when Kyoya's stomach seemed to roar in desperate need to be heard. The teacher in Shota got concerned and jumped ahead of the hitman while Reborn was too preoccupied laughing to fight back. Shota fought to keep control of their body while he informed Kyoya of U.A.'s policy on hungry students.

Honestly, if the students could afford it, then they were charged for their lunch with the exception of holidays. But if a student was from a poor family, lived on their own, or otherwise had an exception note from the principle on their file, they got free lunch. Every student "Paid" for their food by swiping their student card in a little machine at the end of the line. Students who could afford lunch loaded money onto their card whenever, and students who couldn't simply swiped their card to record that they had gotten food. It was one of U.A.'s ways to discreetly help less fortunate students – because no one should have to learn or fight on an empty stomach.

'Isn't Kyoya's wallet in his bag in the classroom? Wouldn't his student card be there?' Reborn 'helpfully' remembered with just enough time for Shota to jog after Kyoya. Lunch was free to students, not faculty, so if he wanted to not be a liar to Kyoya, then Shota would have to buy both their lunches for today.

'And there goes our bonus this month.' Shota thought as he stood behind Kyoya in line for food, already texting Lunch Rush about the student in front of him, and to just charge Shota for it rather than charge the student. He would have to make a note on Kyoya's file to have his card be for free lunches starting tomorrow.

'Ah, we can take it.'

Kyoya may have overeaten, slightly… maybe a little more than slightly. He was starting to get used to having only a little food for breakfast or dinner, but now that there was a true amount of food for him to eat for lunch, he stuffed himself. And maybe it was a little much, because once he found himself in the teacher's lounge again, by Reborn's desk, Kyoya flopped onto the man's couch, propped up his feet and started to doze.

"Kyoya… Kyoya, you can't sleep here."

Kyoya didn't respond and he really did want to sleep, but listening to the man sigh, he opened his eyes and turned a glare to the man beside him, watching the man's closed eyes flick back and forth as if watching something Kyoya couldn't see.

"So, how are you both Reborn and not Reborn?" Kyoya asked slowly, watching the man open his eyes and raise an eyebrow.

"… I don't know what you're talking about."

Kyoya just stared at the man for almost a full minute before the 'shift' happened again and Reborn was sitting in front of him. "When did you get your memories back?" the hitman drawled.

"I was 10 years old, in this world, when I got them in full. They started when I was 5." Kyoya said as he sat up properly on his seat. He was sure to be proper in front of the man he had always admired, even when the man was stuck in an infants' body.

"So they started when you were very young, and you got them back slowly?"

"Is that not what I just said?" Kyoya narrowed his eyes as Reborn smirked.

"I got mine when I was 16. Well, when Shota was 16." Kyoya blinked in confusion, then gave the hitman a deadpan glare with a raised eyebrow until the man continued. "When I remembered my past life as 'The World's Greatest Hitman, Reborn' I, or rather, we split into two different people occupying one single body. One being Reborn," the hitman waived, and the shift happened again before Kyoya's eyes, posture slouching, eyes drooping, body language altering just slightly.

"And the other being me, Aizawa Shota."

Kyoya blinked twice, "Then how am I not two people? I have my memories of my past life, as Hibari Kyoya, why haven't I been split into two people?"

The shift happened again and Reborn was back with his perfect posture and demanding aura. "You seem to enjoy this world a lot more, and you're far more open to others than you were in the past – don't think I didn't notice how you've already become attached to that Ojiro kid. Well, my theory is that because it took 5 years for you to remember everything, and at such a young age, the Himura Kyoya of this world just melded with the Hibari Kyoya of the past."

Kyoya hummed in thought as he looked away at his knees, head cocked to the side. "I'll allow that possibility…" Kyoya started slowly before his eyes rose up to meet Reborn's again and he added sharply, "But I have not become attached to Ojiro. I'm a carnivore, not-"

"The fact that you just called him by name and not 'that herbivore' is reason enough to admit that you've become attached." Reborn interrupted. Kyoya glared and opened his mouth to retort when the bell signifying the end of lunch rang, alerting everyone that afternoon classes were to begin in 5 minutes.

"Saved by the bell?" the hitman shot.

"Indeed you were. I was just about to bite you to death for that comment." Reborn grinned, and together they walked back to the classroom bickering in different languages, Reborn sticking true to his word and winning their second round by using a language that this world has, that their old one didn't.

Kyoya sneered at his back for the rest of the day.

*Because Reborn is a suave MF, he actually said "Of course, young Skylark. It would be my pleasure to have lunch with you." Also, that Shiritori game with different languages? I don't think they actually match up the way I described them, but I'm just gonna pretend they do.

Alright! It's really late and really long, but I assure you the next chapter probably won't be this long… or this long of a wait either. I had college exams and a lot of final projects these past few weeks, but that's all done until September now. Yay!