'Stalking' wasn't quite the word Reborn would use to describe his actions, but it was the word his friends often threw around to explain to Reborn that maybe what he was doing wasn't the sanest thing to do. Reborn's favourite retort to that was that people did crazy things when they were in love, so there was no need to worry about him. Colonello responded by chocking on air and sputtering, because Reborn, the infamous Bachler with a long string of lovers of all genders, shapes and sizes, finally admitted to being in love.
Which, according to all their friends, was impossible, because Reborn could love no one, not even his own family. They all laughed like Reborn had told them the funniest of jokes when he admitted to being in love.
Reborn responded by spiking their drinks with strong laxatives with only one bathroom in the café, and making them all pay for his double espresso.
And what were his actions that Colonello considered 'stalking'?
Reborn may or may not have… quit his job at a firm that was just this close to naming him partner and moved to another country just to be closer to the young man he had fallen so very completely for, making himself virtually jobless and living in a hotel until his savings ran dry / until he could secure himself a job in the same city as the lovely young man that had blinded Reborn with love.
It wasn't his fault though – the young man was absolutely stunning. He was as brilliant as he was beautiful – and he had the audacity to think of himself as stupid and call himself useless – simply ridiculous!
Yes, Sawada Tsunayoshi was certainly something else – an angel to Reborn's bleak life of numbers and money. The man was at his breaking point – he was considering turning to extremes just to get something exciting in his life. Though he wasn't sure what kind of 'extremes' he was referring to. (Maybe cocaine, maybe heroin, maybe murder – who knew?) Either way, Tsunayoshi saved him.
It was a bloody miracle he survived his own boredom. That demented version of boredom that led to his life turning around.
It all started when his boss and almost partner Luce had seen what was likely the worst case of a bored accountant she had ever seen in Reborn and had offered him a month long job across seas to Japan. Their accounting firm was the world's best – they got calls and job offers all over the world, and everything was high end. Everything from the banks of Switzerland to small nations; anyone that needed their books reworked or 'fixed', then the Arcobaleno were the accountants called. Luce had started the company, but Reborn was the best – and he was getting so god damn bored of this bullshit.
Day in and day out; did these people know nothing about business?! Here he was, almost literally digging idiots out of their own financial graves, only for them to bury themselves again in a month's time. And he couldn't even tell how they were that stupid!
Coming back to their main headquarters from the same idiot leader for the 8th time that year (and it was only 6 months into the fucking fiscal year) Reborn growled that he wanted a vacation. And Luce delivered – sort of.
A month 'vacation' in Japan… to get a small branch of a big business out of bankruptcy. There was something 'wrong' with the books, but the new owner/manager of the branch couldn't 'figure out what'. Reborn had a feeling he knew what was wrong – none of them had a fucking accountant on staff, and they were all too stupid to know how to actually work their own books.
He accepted the 'vacation' because he really did want to leave the company for a short while, and this job seemed easy, like maybe a day or two's worth of work, and the rest of the time he could enjoy to himself. He got to the hotel, dropped his bags on the bed, immediately had a shower – a really long one – ordered some sushi via the hotel staff, and generally just dicked around for three days.
"If I don't go to work and do something, I'm going to shoot myself." He said out loud to no one in particular. The air around him seemed to agree, and that's really how he knew he was going insane with boredom. He nodded to himself, took 3 Vicodin's and swallowed the rest of his 4th Mickey of Vodka, and passed out.
(Yeah, he wasn't kidding when he said it was getting bad. Murder was the next thing he didn't want to try, but it was heavily on his mind. Homicide or suicide – who knew which? Not Reborn.)
Honestly, he doesn't even remember texting Luce about letting the business owner know that he was going to be there sometime in the afternoon to get a bit of a start, and then start the real work the day after, but he wakes up to a text letting him know that she had set up a preliminary meeting for 2 pm with the boss of the branch of the company, a Sawada Tsunayoshi. He grunted and looked at the time…
1:32 pm…
Reborn found his way stumbling into the branch of the company at 2:03pm, hating that he hadn't had the chance to have a real shower – though he did get to wash his face first before he changed into a clean suit and rushing to the building halfway across the (thankfully small) city. He took in a deep breath of air, controlled so as to not let on that he had ran there after drinking himself stupid the night before, and lets it out in a sigh.
He had so little hopes for the coffee in this building. Or in Japan.
It's been less than a week, and Reborn misses his Italian espresso.
"Oh! Hello. Are you the accountant, Reborn-san?" Reborn lifted his cold, dead eyes –
And saw an angel.
"Would you like some coffee? I just brewed some." The angel offered with a flourish as they stepped into an office. It looked like the boss's corner office, or a small conference room. There was a large desk covered in papers that seemed vaguely important, almost like the person was attempting to look them over all at the same time, and obviously (by the simple fact that they were still scattered) they hadn't found what they wanted. Reborn dismissed them as belonging to the boss of this place – already deeming the man, Sawada Tsunayoshi, a messy idiot – and turned back to the brunette angel pouring him a coffee.
(For really just a spilt second, Reborn thought he was dead and in heaven. A beautiful young man was pouring him the liquid sanity he needed? Definitely an angel.)
Originally Reborn had mistaken the angel for a girl, the man was just so pretty and petite. But no woman he knew would allow her hair to be that messy when short – at least, not in a business setting – and his angel had a distinctively male voice when he spoke. Honestly Reborn caught maybe every other word spoken, a little preoccupied with the sway of the angels' hips as he walked, so he completely missed whether or not he gave his name.
So now here they were, Reborn almost uncertain about what to do for the first time in his life – almost, because he was still the suave Italian man, a Bachler and a professional, with 2 PhD's and a Masters in 3 different kinds of maths, and his Accountant's papers from 12 different countries, Japan included. Reborn removed his suit jacket and laid it over the back of his chair and began a swagger over to his angel pouring his coffee.
"Would you like-" the angel froze as he turned to Reborn, coffee pot in one hand and creamer in the other, as the taller man closed in on him.
"I'll take my coffee black." He said as flirtatiously as possible, picking up his coffee and taking a sip while attempting to maintain eye contact. Attempting, because his angel was blushing – adorably, might he add, - while looking away and fumbling with his own mug. Not the best coffee he could admit, but better than he had been expecting, so Reborn was happy.
"S-s-s-so!" His angel stuttered and directed them towards the boss's desk. Now, if Reborn had been completely sober and not still a little smashed from the night before, he would have made the connection between the brunette setting the coffee down on the cluttered desk and the boss he was supposed to meet, but as it was the man made a fool of himself for the first time in his entire life.
"So." He smirked and leaned a hip on the desk. "How is it, working secretary for this," he paused and leaned back to check out the name plate, "Sawada Tsunayoshi? Is he good to you?"
His angel blinked at him before he smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry. I guess I forgot to introduce myself? I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi. It's wonderful to meet you, Reborn-san."
"…And that's why I need you to come here to Japan and kill me, Luce." The devil woman was laughing.
6 hours since Reborn completely destroyed all chances he might not have had in the first place with this beautiful brunette man, and the accountant was still embarrassed. And Luce was still laughing. True it had calmed down to bare chuckles in his ear, but Reborn still found the sound irritating.
"Would you stop laughing!"
"I'm – I'm sorry, Reborn, but never in my life would I have thought that you would stumble like that."
"I didn't 'stumble'. I just…"
"Fell flat?" She offered and Reborn contemplated ditching Japan to go strangle the woman in person.
Luce seemed to take the silence Reborn responded with as a change of subject. "So, have you figured out the problem with the accounts?"
Reborn sighed and straightened from his slouch to grab his notes. Embarrassingly, they were relatively sparce, having been so caught up in his failed attempt at flirting. (It was his first failure in such an endeavour, of course he was hung up on it.)
"Hard to tell from just the preliminary reports, but the problem seems to be bad accounting from all over the branch, not just one department."
"Deliberate, or just uninformed?"
"Again, still not sure. Might be longer than the few days of actual work I was hoping it would be, though."
"Oh good!" Luce sounded suspiciously happy all of a sudden. "More time for you to try again with your little prince charming!"
"I hate you." Reborn hung up with the sound of her laughter.
"So, I would like to begin the day with an apology." Reborn said as he poured himself a cup from Sawada's personal Coffee maker the man had implemented in his office.
"Oh? Uh… Ok. I'm sorry." Tsuna said, looking up as he set the crème down on the counter.
Reborn set his mug down while keeping his grasp on it, shifted his weight and lifted his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Not… Not from you."
Along with a verbal answer, Sawada tilted his head to one side, his hair bouncing, and an eyebrow quirked. Reborn tried not to laugh from how puppy-like the adorable action was.
"Then who? Has someone in my company bothered you? I might not be able to make them apologize, but I can talk to them –"
"No, no, I need to apologize." He said with a chuckle before sobering and letting go of his coffee. He straightened his spine, rightened his tie and smoothed out his suit vest. "My behaviour yesterday wasn't very professional – unfortunately I was a little drunk still from the night before and, well, I'm sorry if I offended you yesterday."
It took a moment for Sawada to formulate a response, and Reborn tried to read the younger man's emotions.
The first was easy enough – confusion, almost like he couldn't understand the words spoken.
Then vague understanding closely followed by more confusion – like he got the words but had no idea why Reborn would apologize. This one was accompanied by another head tilt in the opposite direction, as if he could literally get another angle on Reborn's phrase.
Then Sawada straightened his spine, his posture shifting from nervous to professional, but Reborn couldn't quite read his emotions.
"Oh, um… no, you didn't offend me, at all. But, um, thank you for your honesty?" He sounded uncertain, as if he genuinely didn't understand why Reborn would apologize, or that he felt the need to apologize at all.
Reborn smiled, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from out right laughing at the brunette angel.
"Right, so when do you get the full financial reports from the different departments?" Reborn said, easily changing the subject for Sawada to follow. Sawada looked up at him gratefully from under his eyelashes, and once more, Reborn was certain he was in love as he followed the smaller man to the (slightly) less messy desk.
They ended up talking business for close to 8 hours, interrupted only once when someone came in, Tsuna's (the man insisted Reborn call him by his first name, and who was Reborn to refuse?) actual assistant Shoichi reminded Tsuna of his lunch meeting with his Grandfather over Telecom. Reborn was given a list of take out options, but he decided on a light lunch sandwich at a nearby café.
5 hours of shop talk, 2 and a half hours after lunch, and a 45 minute break between. And Reborn still couldn't figure out what was happening. It was a shame upon his name as a world class Accountant, but he couldn't figure it out – though that in itself meant that someone was deliberately cooking the books, and not just really shady accounting.
Add to the fact that he couldn't see any real pattern to it meant that who ever was hedging funds from so many different departments had done so for so long that they had built up a way to hide what they were doing.
Reborn sighed. "I'll come back tomorrow at nine. Do you think you can have your people bring in reports for the past 7 years?"
"7 years? Really? Do you… Do you really think someone has been… embezzling, this whole time?" Reborn looked up from the paperwork in front of him, taking in how the man looked a mix of angry and betrayed.
"You have an idea who would have done this?" he asked lowly, leaning across the small coffee table between them. They had moved to the twin small couches in the office set in front of the desk, being more comfortable then just sitting on chairs contemplating the short reports for only half the fiscal year.
"… I might have an idea, but I would like to focus on the information on hand before I come to any conclusions. Please." Tsuna sounded a lot smaller than he had all day, his beautiful brown eyes staring hard at the page in his hand, his grip tight enough to crinkle the page. Reborn had a feeling the younger man knew exactly who was responsible, but was hoping he was wrong.
Reborn could understand that, he could respect that hell out of that. So rather than call him out, he nodded his head and said instead,
"Would you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow morning, before we begin?"
Tsuna hummed non-committedly and gestured with his free hand to his coffee maker. Reborn pressed his lips into a thin line and accepted that as a denial.
"Ok, then… I'll see you tomorrow."
"Have a good evening, Reborn-san." Tsuna sounded distracted, his eyes still hadn't left the sheet of paper. Reborn felt… well, he was new to the feeling, but he thought it might have been 'awkward', sitting there and staring at Tsuna despite having been dismissed for a minute longer before he actually stood.
His movement seemed to bring Tsuna back to the present, if only just long enough for Tsuna to automatically smile up at the tall Italian and wish him, again, a good evening.
Reborn relayed the day's discovery to Luce, leaving out how he just had a feeling Tsuna knew who was behind the loss of revenue for the past years.
"Aaaand?" she goaded once all the money talk was over. "How did things go with your little prince charming? I'm bored here all on my own; give me some juicy gossip, please."
"I asked him out for coffee tomorrow morning, before we go back to work." He answered as simply as possible.
"Oh!" she sounded so happy for him – it kind of hurt when he followed with:
"Yeah, he turned me down."
"Oh!... Wait, what?"
"Yeah."
He hung up before he could hear her half-hearted encouragements that he knew the woman was likely to try to give him.
The following month was a lot of the same as the first day Reborn was there. Tsuna could only spare a bit of time most days, still having a business to run, while Reborn worked in the background, having taken over most of Tsuna's office, if only because the slighter man made a good cup of coffee.
Over the course of that month, Reborn has accomplished only three of his goals for being in Japan.
Success one: the Vongola corp. branch that Tsuna ran was no longer hemorrhaging money like a split artery – because there was, in fact, bad bookkeeping as well as someone funnelling money from the corporate account into a personal one. Reborn had the two in house bookkeepers fired, manly because they were doing really sub-par work. (And the older of the two was using a filing technique from the Meijin era, Reborn could swear.) The 80-year-old man was kicked from his position with a full retirement package whereas the girl, barely out of high school and whom was being trained in all the wrong things by the old man (though nothing immoral, she was his great- granddaughter, just financially incorrect) so she was introduced to a nearby college and given a partial scholarship (which was more than Reborn had suggested) to a bookkeeping course with a conditional job offer after she completed her 2 years there.
Success two: Reborn figured out who was embezzling from the branch, and dear god it was so depressing, Reborn was hesitant to call it a win at all. Sawada Iemitsu, Tsuna's dad and the former branch owner stole nearly a Billion yen and ran off, leaving his wife and son to pick up the pieces. Until Reborn had made the discovery, Tsuna had thought his dad had just left his mother for another woman. This seemed to make the brunette laugh in bitter anger – an interesting thing to see, for sure, if slightly disturbing. The man was long gone, the likelihood of getting the money back was minimal at best. Having that conversation with Tsuna and his grandfather was one thing, but watching his angel wipe a stray tear from his eye as he told his mother over the phone what had happened was something Reborn isn't likely to forget any time soon.
Success three: a coffee date. He actually got a fair number of coffee dates – though he was reluctant to actually call them dates, because it seemed Tsuna didn't see them as dates. And if Tsuna didn't see them as dates, could Reborn really consider it a success? They had gone out four different times, three to a morning coffee with a light breakfast and once to a lunch, but every time they were out, Tsuna acted like they were nothing more than work colleges – and maybe that was Reborn trying to reject the notion that Tsuna wasn't gay, or that he just had no interest in Reborn as anything more than a friend, but…
Well, Reborn really just wasn't good with rejection or verbalising anything that couldn't be said with his body.
And that lead to the one goal that failed. Getting Tsuna to see himself as anything remotely worth the time Reborn was spending on him. Every damn day, whenever Reborn would take a break to ask out the brunette, Tsuna would act like Reborn was so far above him (in the man's own god damn office!) that taking a break would hinder Reborn somehow. Tsuna would say the most self-deprecating things, like how he was 'too stupid to understand what was on the report' when the report was written so poorly, even Reborn had a problem understanding it! Which was why they came to the conclusion that they had to let go of the previous bookkeeper.
Literally, every time he has asked Tsuna out, Tsuna said things like 'I'm sure you have better things to do, than to spend your time with me.' And it was irritating! Reborn decided to go back to Luce a week early, so his last day was close, and well… Reborn was never one to quit.
"Are you sure I can't buy you dinner? I leave soon, and I really like you. I want to take you out, on a real date. Will you let me?" Reborn sighed as he opened his eyes and nodded to himself in the mirror. Yes, that was how he would ask. Not for coffee – a clear dinner date. A real invitation for a date. This way if Tsuna turned him down, it would be clear that he was rejecting Reborn, not anything else.
If.
Reborn sneered and turned away to adjust his tie, regarding his room with a keen eye. His bags were packed perfectly the day before, all but the one suit he was wearing, and the other he was having cleaned for his flight. His flight took off at 4 in the afternoon the next day, plenty of time to spend with Tsuna, should the date go really well.
He walked into the building, greeted the red-haired secretary Shoichi, and strolled into Tsuna's office like he owned it –
It was empty.
That was fine – Reborn's dramatic entrance could become his surprise visit, nothing to worry about. Until Shoichi's mumbling actually became intelligible.
"Sawada isn't here! He's gone to Tokyo for an emergency meeting with his grandfather. He'll be back tomorrow?"
Reborn pinched the bridge of his nose. "What time tomorrow?" Maybe he could still manage a date and catch his flight?
"Uhm… maybe 7pm? The meeting is over the loss of revenue and what to do about Sawada's predecessor… it's with one of their friends in the police force and a lawyer."
"Which is about all that you can legally tell me, so stop there." The young man clamped his jaw shut so forcefully Reborn could hear his teeth clack together.
"Um… Sawada also left a message for you." He muttered, shuffling some papers around in his hands. "Ah – here." He handed Reborn a small slip of paper and backed out of the room – which he really shouldn't, since Reborn didn't work here and shouldn't be left alone in the boss's office. Novice.
'Hey Reborn-san. I'm so sorry I'm not there to see you off, this meeting was really important, and I wasn't allowed to miss it. Think we could grab that coffee if you ever come back to Japan?
Tsuna.'
Reborn nodded to himself, his day ruined, but his chances with Tsuna weren't (not really… hopefully). He got up from Tsuna's couch, smoothed out microscopic wrinkles on his suit and walked out without a word.
6 weeks later, Reborn may or may not be stalking his angel when he came back to Japan with one large suitcase for his attire, the suit he was wearing and the single thought that he would walk right into Tsuna's office and ask the brunette out. Did he have a permanent place to stay? No, but he had enough money to stay at a hotel for a few years (not to brag, but he made a lot digging people out of their own financial graves). Did he have job to go to here in Japan? Well… if Tsuna said yes to a date, then probably. Maybe… there might be some inter corporate rules about dating that he might have to work around, but Reborn was nothing if he couldn't adapt.
So imagine his surprise as he walked off of the street and into the building only to see his angel pressing his lips against some silver-haired home-wrecker's. Wasn't Japan super conservative about PDA – especially with gay couples?
A tall black haired man cleared his throat behind them and gave a tight smile, muttered something to them and the silver haired man pulled his small angel close as the other man walked by. Reborn hadn't stopped walking despite his sudden urge to kill this stranger whose hands were all over someone that clearly wasn't his-
Only, Tsuna wasn't Reborn's anything, so why should he get defensive? He was gone for 6 weeks, Tsuna probably started dating him then.
Tsuna had his back to Reborn, and the accountant was close enough to hear their conversation as he contemplated his own feelings of possessive obsession.
"Are you sure about this, Sawada-san? I really don't think Yamamoto would be that jealous over a little kiss. I mean, I know he knows we slept together, but…"
This actually froze Reborn where he stood. They what. Were they trying to make another man jealous? Was this a pretend thing? Was this bastard using his angel for his own personal gain?
"Yeah, I'm sure. Like I said, we've known each other for years – I know how to get under his skin. And I know how to get you back into his pants!" Tsuna said the last sentence in a staged whisper, before stepping back to giggle at the man's sputter. Tsuna turned halfway to Reborn, eyes closed and a smile that brought light back to Reborn's desolate world.
Then the most adorable thing happened, and Reborn could swear all his sins were washed clean by the innocence of this man.
Tsuna snorted.
His giggling had grown, just a little bit, slowly becoming a true laugh with the other man's denial, and he laughed on an inhale, causing the most adorable snort Reborn had ever heard. There was a pause between the men that Reborn wasn't truly a part of, considering they still hadn't noticed him there, before they both broke down laughing. Tsuna's face all but exploded red, his hands coming up to hide his face even as he turned into the stranger's chest.
"Oh geeze, that was not meant to happen!"
"But that was cute!" The stranger insisted as he laughed, pulling Tsuna into his arms further.
"Nooooo…" Tsuna whined as he continued to laugh. The stranger seemed to notice Reborn then, his humour slowly draining as weary confusion took its place.
"Can I help you?" The man groused at Reborn. Before the accountant could respond, however, Tsuna turned around in his arms and his face lit up in the most adorable look of recognition Reborn had ever seen directed at him – it was truly so endearing to have that look aimed his way, almost like a puppy.
"Reborn-san! You came back!" Tsuna stepped out of the stranger's arms as he came a bit closer. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you. Because I am, I'm just… curious?"
Reborn tried his most winning smile, but he felt it might have fallen a little flat, seeing as this stranger was walking a step closer to Tsuna, as if to protect him.
"I'm actually here to ask you something – may I speak to you in privet?"
"Privet? What for?" The stranger asked suspiciously, as if he didn't want to leave Tsuna alone with Reborn. Tsuna smiled an award-winning grin as he walked out of the stranger's reach.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Gokudera-san. 9am sharp." He said pointedly as he slid up to Reborn and laid a gentle hand on the accountant's arm. "Come to my office, Reborn-san. We can speak there."
Reborn completely ignored the way his heart skipped a beat when Tsuna touched his arm (and it was just a small touch to his elbow, for fucks sake! Was he really so touch-starved?) and glided into the elevator, heading to Tsuna's office.
He got the job.
Of course, he got the job – Reborn wasn't just some random person off the street, he was a world class accountant. Any boss would be over the moon to have him even glance at their paperwork and accounts. What he didn't get was a chance to ask the brunette out.
They sat on the comfy couches, Tsuna asked why he was back, reiterated that he 'was happy to see him again, just curious!' and Reborn replied that he had fallen in love (paused for a dramatic moment to look into Tsuna's eyes pointedly) with Japan and wanted to work more permanently within the country – and what better place to start that than where his talents were known?
"Well," Was Tsuna blushing a little? Reborn really hoped he had gotten his not-at-all subtle hint across. "Despite my best efforts, I've not yet been able to hire an accountant. I have been doing my best at keeping the accounts myself, but…"
He tilted his head to the far side, gave a sheepish and lopsided grin as he scratched his cheek. Reborn responded with a cordial chuckle and prompted him to continue.
Tsuna sobered a bit, his smile becoming more professional while remaining sheepish. "While I would love to offer you the position, since we really do need a permanent accountant on staff, I can't reasonably pay you at the level you were contracted for, for the month you were here."
Reborn raised his hand with a smile. "Let me stop you there. I'm here because I want to be – even at a lower pay I'll be fine financially for a while. I'm happy with what you can give me."
Tsuna's face had been brightening the whole time, and by the time Reborn finished, his eyes were practically sparkling.
"I – yes. Yes, we can do that! Welcome, Reborn-san! How does the starting rate of Haruto-san's end pay sound?"
Haruto-san being the old man they 'retired' a few months ago.
"Sounds like a good starting place." Reborn laughed out. There was a moment of peaceful silence where Reborn gathered up as much courage as he could to ask the man out on a proper date when he was interrupted but Tsuna's phone going off.
"Ah, excuse me." Tsuna said as he reached into his back pocket. He read the text and smiled – and Reborn was reminded of the man from earlier.
"So, tell me about your boyfriend. What's his name?"
He was expecting a blush, at least. Maybe some flustered mumbles. Hell, maybe even a bad attempt at hiding his apparent, and very blatantly open, relationship. He really just… didn't expect Tsuna to be so blatant about it.
"Boy friend…? Oh, Gokudera-san. Yeah, no. We're using each other to get back at a friend of mine – well, I'm getting back at him for calling me names I'd rather not remember, Gokudera-san is using me to get back into my friend's pants. I will admit Gokudera-san is damn good in bed – but we've already established that we're better off just being friends. It's just how my love life will always be, I guess. Like a condom, use and throw away, right?"
Tsuna said the majority of this monologue without looking up from his phone and finished with a laugh and a dazzling look up at Reborn.
"… what?" Was about all Reborn could get from his lips. Did his angel really just say that about himself and mean it?!
"I'll admit that I actually have a crush on Gokudera-san – though calling it a crush at my age is a little embarrassing." Tsuna continued as if he hadn't heard Reborn. Hell, he even looked back down at his phone to answer his text. "But… well, you know how it is. One night and he knew I wasn't the one for him. Pretty sure I'm not the 'one' for anybody, haha. I think I was actually his way of trying to forget Takeshi…" he trailed off as he stood, and finally looked back up at Reborn.
"Sorry, I have to call my Grandpa back. Come back tomorrow at 9, we'll talk with HR about pay and everything!" Tsuna smiled at Reborn, another dazzling grin over his shoulder as he walked away.
So, no, Reborn didn't get the chance to ask Tsuna out – what he did get, how ever, was a new goal to his being here. He sat there for maybe close to 5 minutes, just sitting there, staring at the place Tsuna had been sitting, coming to the realization that, yeah, his angel really did feel that way about himself. So much so that the brunette probably didn't even realize Reborn had been attempting to flirt with him the whole time.
"I love you, Sawada Tsunayoshi." He blurted out loud. "And I will make you understand that I love you. Even if I have to ruin your plans with your… friends to do it."
Hayato's hands were shaking as he stood in front of his boss's office, preparing to end this weird thing he had with the man to get Yamamoto back. It was lunch break, something he had set aside to have specifically with Sawada to get on Yamamoto's nerves, just to get the man to look at him – and now that he truly thought about it, wasn't that just the pettiest thing that he, as an adult, could do to someone?
"You will end this sham you have going with Tsuna, or I swear I will break every bone in your body."
A shiver wracked Hayato's whole body at the memory of the black-haired man from an hour ago. Eyes blacker than death itself, voice as deep as the pits of Hell, and the promise of a very violent end if Hayato didn't stop pretending to date Sawada. According to this dangerous stranger, this ploy was hurting Sawada so much more than the smaller man let on and as such it needed to end. And Hayato could understand that – actually, looking back on it, Hayato was an asshole to even think he should use his own boss like this to get back with someone else.
Worse, he did this knowing the other man's feelings about him.
So Hayato straightened his tie, took a deep breath in and, feeling the gaze on his back from the man that promised death, walked into Sawada's office to end it.
If only he had closed the door the whole way…
Well, fam... here's chapter 4, I hope you like it, R&R, and I hope to have the next, and final, chapter out in a month or two. Bi-bye!
