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Hyper Intuition.

That's what Reborn called it. It was no wonder he could sense things the way he could. He had always thought it must have been his imagination but it turns out to be a genetic gift passed down from the First Boss. He had never wanted anything to do with the Mafia but here it was, proof. Proof that he was connected by blood – a connection that could not be severed easily as he once thought but despite that, he was thankful for it because it leveled the odds of the fight with Mukuro.

He had 'seen' through Mukuro's attacks with his intuition and had managed to defeat Ken and Chikusa. He did the same with Gokudera and Bianchi without hurting them anymore than they were.

There was a clap and Tsuna turned around. Mukuro stood on stage with his trident at hand, smirking down at him.

"Nicely done Sawada Tsunayoshi," Mukuro complimented him.

Tsuna didn't want to hear it though. "Get down here."

"In a minute." Mukuro turned his back to him and before he could do anything, Mukuro scratched Mia with his trident. A sense of horror welled up in him as Mia shuddered then gasped. Her eyes flew open but Tsuna couldn't see them. She turned her head and Tsuna saw the same glassy look that Fuuta had. She sat up slowly, her hair curtaining her face.

"Kufufufufu, can you bring yourself to fight her Vongola Decimo?" he taunted him. Tsuna couldn't reply. He stared at Mia as she hopped down the stage, holding the trident that Mukuro had handed to her. When she raised her head, Tsuna could not find the words to say to her like he did with Fuuta. She approached him slowly and Tsuna turned his eyes away for a moment to see Mukuro smirking with satisfaction.

Tsuna grew angry. He was going to go around Mia to strike Mukuro but Mia moved with surprising agility and met him halfway. She almost stabbed him but luckily, he jumped back just in time while dodging a kick to the head. He didn't think Mia could fight like that but he supposed it was Mukuro's doing. It was a good thing that Mia wasn't a fighter all that much because compared to everything else, her attacks were light. But she was damn quick.

However, Tsuna was quicker. He blocked all of her attacks then quickly disarmed her by flicking her wrist into an upward motion that forced her to let go of the trident. It flew several feet away and clattered off to the side but despite that, Mia did not give up. She actually head butted him. Hard. Mukuro whistled in the background as he stumbled backwards, grimacing at the pain.

Goddamn pineapple spectator.

He did not want to fight Mia – he would never think of laying a hand on her at all. He tried to do the same thing he did with Gokudera and Bianchi however Mukuro had anticipated it. Mukuro flicked his wrist and Mia's head twisted around to take the brunt of his hand. Tsuna couldn't stop it. She was on the floor in a second, a mark forming on the side of her face.

He had hit her. Hurt her. The one thing he promised himself he wouldn't do and he did it. Perhaps he was overreacting; he didn't hit her in a way to actually hurt her but…

With speed that he never expected her to have, Mia lunged at him while he was stunned. Her slim fingers wrapped around his throat tightly and they fell backwards. Tsuna grabbed on to her wrists but not wanting to hurt her again made it hard for him to resist. He choked as her nails dug into his skin with an unnatural strength.

"Tsuna!" Reborn was alarmed at how quickly his student lost his will to fight.

"No!" he choked. "Mia!" he cried. She had to be in there. She had to. His friend didn't give up that easily.

It was cold and dark, two of the worst things in the world when you're half-dead in your own mind. Her eyelids were heavy and the silence was deafening. Through it all, her thoughts were dull and winded. The overwhelming force kept her curled into a tight ball. She just… gave up.

But something stirred her.

In this dark place where no light and sound reached her, something all too familiar chimed in her ears. What was it? Was that… her name? Who was calling out to her? Aware that the feeling started to return to her fingers and feet, she could feel her hands being heavy. She struggled under the dark force, the desire to know, to feel, growing more intense by the minute. Pain like you wouldn't believe pulsed through her mind and she could register nothing but the blazing inferno that clashed within.

Yet... through the haze, she reached out. Maybe she was being delirious and it was all happening in her head but her fingers slipped into a warm grip and when she clasped her hand tightly around it, the pain, the silence... it blissfully disappeared.

Something happened that he couldn't explain. Mia just froze on top of him and her fingers loosened. He gasped for air. He coughed then looked up at her. Mia was staring through him as if she was seeing something he couldn't see while her hands were on his chest now.

"Mia?" he tentatively called out to her.

Mukuro slowly stood from his seat but Tsuna didn't care for that, too transfixed as Mia's eyes focused on him. He was alarmed at the blood that trickled down her nose. Recognition shined in her eyes for a moment before she shuddered violently. Tsuna caught her as she fell forward, her eyes falling shut.

Somehow, the foreign presence he felt around her was gone. How?

"Didn't expect that did you Mukuro?" Reborn's taunt brought Tsuna back to where he was. He looked up to the stage where Mukuro stood, his expression twisted into fury and disbelief.

"Impossible," he seethed. He glared at the two of them and Tsuna instinctively held Mia closer. "Once they have entered a contact they cannot break it."

"But she did anyway." Tsuna turned to his tutor. Reborn nodded at him, confirming what he had already suspected and Tsuna buried his face into her hair, beyond relieved. She was safe.

"You thought of using Mia against Tsuna but you didn't think that she could resist your control and even throw it off." Reborn stared at Mukuro, his black eyes flashing.

Mukuro's expression hardened and then he started to chuckle. He shook his head. "Kufufu… quite a feat on her part but don't think she'll walk away unscathed from this."

"She'll be alright." Tsuna's confident voice echoed throughout the vast room. "She has to be." He added in a whisper to himself. You will be, won't you Mia?

He did not look at either Mukuro or Reborn and just stared down at her face. He didn't let himself think about the bad things – he can't afford to right now.

Setting her gently on the ground he got up. A sudden idea struck him and he put his hands together over his flame. It was like he thought – his gloves could hold the same flame he had burning on his head.

He didn't question the flame. It felt so natural to him like it was a part of his own body. He felt whole. When he turned to face Mukuro there was nothing between them for Tsuna to hold back. In a span of a breath he was at the stage, the tip of his foot barely touching the floor when he socked Mukuro square in the jaw.

He was knocked back by the force of the punch, crashing into the couch just as Tsuna planted both feet on the floor firmly. He waited. He didn't wait for long when an illusion of a darker version of Mukuro came charging at him. He knew it was an illusion and did not make a move to dodge it.

He yelped when small rocks hit his face that was hidden in the illusion. He grasped his face in pain and Mukuro kicked him off stage and followed up by bringing down his staff on him. Tsuna managed to roll away just in time and back on to his feet. It was a sloppy move but he managed. They stood on even ground now.

Tsuna knew that his opponent was more experienced than he was yet he still fought. He was aware though at how depleted his energy was. His time in this state was limited. He blinked. Damn it. One of his eyes had been hit earlier and now his vision was blurred. Unable to stop the blinking, he was distracted long enough for Mukuro to charge at him.

"Tsuna!"

"I know!" he snapped, frustrated.

He broke into a run that was heading to collide with Mukuro. Instead of running into each other, he dropped and slid under Mukuro's attack. He twisted around to kick his opponent behind the legs. Mukuro stumbled and Tsuna jumped but was halted in midair as Mukuro kicked him by the torso. Grabbing on to his opponent's leg, he used his falling momentum to twist then throw him in the air before disappearing and appearing behind Mukuro's back.

"How!?" Mukuro exclaimed.

Tsuna didn't give him a chance as he put all his power into his fist and punched Mukuro down to the ground, the impact creating a wide crater where Mukuro had fallen. Tsuna apprehensively watched as Mukuro chuckled lowly to himself.

"So this... is the man who… defeats me." Mukuro struggled to lift his head to look at him. "Finish me off… Vongola Decimo… I'd rather die than-than be imprisoned by… the mafia."

Tsuna stared at him. How can he do that? He couldn't just kill someone. Mukuro was beaten. That was all there was to it. He turned his back away from Mukuro and shook his head. "I can't do that."

He didn't see Mukuro's smirk so he didn't expect his arms to have suddenly been caught. Mukuro painfully head butted him when he decided to kick him, sending him flying towards the trident that had fallen into a crack in the wall earlier in the fight.

Mukuro was laughing at his victory but Tsuna had one last trick that his gloves had.

Gathering up his power, flames started to come out of his hands. Using them as thrusters, he propelled himself back to Mukuro. Grabbing his head with one hand while the other continued to keep them airborne, he slammed Mukuro all the way back to the stage. This time, the other boy did not get up. The flames on his head extinguished and he returned back to normal. The calmness that was there was gone now.

Reborn told him the Vongola medics had arrived. Lanchia had been given an antidote and was doing better now. Tsuna had never been happier for the good news. He turned back to look at Mukuro.

"He's not dead right?" he anxiously asked.

"Soft as ever," Reborn sighed. "He's alive."

"Don't you dare touch him!" Ken and Chikusa were now awake and were crawling towards them.

Tsuna didn't understand how they could be so loyal to Mukuro when he had hurt a lot of people. Reborn then went to reveal that they were former members of the now destroyed mafia family, the Estraneo. They had been experimented on when they were children and Tsuna could not believe that anyone would do that. He pitied them but at the same time, the fury that was simmering just at the very edge of his mind was still there. He could not forgive Mukuro so easily for what he put them through, especially Fuuta and Mia.

"But I can't stand aside and watch my friends get hurt." His expression hardened. "That is my place to be."

Ken and Chikusa were speechless. They couldn't say anything to him but turn their eyes away instead. Tsuna's expression softened slightly. Somewhere in him, he knew that they weren't truly evil people. Just… on the wrong path. That goes for Mukuro too despite Tsuna wanting to not think about it. The doors opened and Tsuna sighed in relief. Thank goodness, the paramedics were here.

He was wrong.

The biting chill was the first thing that alerted him that something was wrong. Goosebumps prickled up and down his skin as the atmosphere within the room began to thicken. Several figures emerged from the darkness, cloaked in black. Their faces and hands covered with old and tattered bandages. Feeling threatened, Tsuna found himself entering a defensive stance without thinking about it. The threat wasn't for him though as chains flew through the air to clamp down on the necks of the Kokuyo students.

"What are they doing?" Tsuna was stopped by his tutor.

"Don't Tsuna. We can't interfere with the Vindice." It was hard to watch as the chained criminals were being rounded up like dogs, unable to keep the revulsion from showing on his face.

"But what are they?"

"Vindicare," Reborn answered gravely. "Keepers of the Mafia Law."

"The mafia actually has laws?" Tsuna said disbelievingly. "Wait, what about Lanchia-san?"

"They will be judged," Reborn ominously said. "I cannot say what will happen."

Tsuna stared at him. His tutor usually had all the answers if Mia didn't but to hear him say that he didn't know sparked worry in him. They were gone now. Feeling the tiredness creep into his bones, Tsuna decided to limp towards Mia's unconscious body. He pulled off his mittens and stuffed them into his pocket. Dropping down beside her, he placed his head on his knees and breathed.

Reborn joined him and leaned on his side.

"It's over." Tsuna nodded. It was over.

Light peeked through the curtains as dawn came. Her eyelids fluttered when the light reached out to her face, its warmth stirring her awake. She tossed lightly and opened her eyes. Her mind was slow to register that she was not in her room but when it did, she frowned a bit.

"Mia-nee?" She turned her head to the side. Sitting beside her bed, Fuuta had stood upon his chair, absolute joy on his young face. "You're awake!" he cried happily. She was alive. Mia mustered a smile for him and slowly pushed herself up. She noticed that there was a needle stuck on her arm and made a face at it. She wasn't exactly afraid of needles but she wasn't happy to see it either. Still, she scooted a little to make space beside her. She patted the empty space.

"Come here," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. Fuuta happily sat beside her, cuddling to her side. "How are you?" she asked him.

"Good. Mama made me some snacks earlier. It was really tasty!" Fuuta suddenly realized something. "Oh but I ate them all."

She chuckled and patted his head. "It's fine. I'm not really hungry."

"You should be." Fuuta frowned at her.

"Eh?" She said.

"Mia-nee… you've been asleep for four days." He told her. Mia stiffened. The monitor next to her bed beeped wildly and Fuuta grasped on to her arm worriedly.

"Four… days?" she gasped. "Why was I asleep for that long? What happened? Does my Pa know?" She remembered exactly who she was talking to and forced herself to calm down. She shook her head. "You don't have to answer that Fuuta. I'll just ask the others."

"Should I call Hayato-nii? He's just outside." Fuuta looked up at her. Mia patted his head one last time before nodding. He gave her a wide toothy smile and jumped off the bed. He was out the door in seconds to be replaced by Gokudera who came in carrying a plastic bag. When he saw her awake, he beamed widely.

"Mia-sama!" he greeted her. He handed the bag to her and Mia took it. She peeked into the bag to find an assortment of sweets.

"Gifts from the rest of us," Gokudera explained and Mia nodded, thoughtfully setting the bag on a bedside table, honestly touched. That was nice of them. "Mia-sama," Gokudera suddenly turned serious. Mia stiffened. Nothing bad happened right? Right? Right?

"You were so amazing!" Gokudera gushed like a squealing fanboy. Mia stared at him, unable to think what was amazing about her. "Reborn-san said that you were the only one who threw off the mind control!"

Mind control? Mia laughed weakly, not sure what to make of what. "That's… nice." She suddenly remembered a flash of unbearable pain. She clutched her head and grimaced.

"Mia-sama?" Gokudera frantically tried to – she didn't know what the hell he was doing – do something probably to ease her pain. It disappeared as fast as it came though and Mia sighed in relief.

"Are you okay?" Gokudera worriedly asked her. "I should ask the doctor." He rose from his seat.

"No." She shook her head and grimaced at th action. "I just remembered something… bad."

He sighed in relief then he scowled. "Mukuro that bastard, I'm glad he's in prison now."

Odd. Gokudera would usually prefer to blow his enemies up to little itty bitty unrecognizable pieces. She was suddenly reminded of her current situation. "Ne Gokudera, can you tell me what happened?"

That seemed to sober him up as he resigned himself. He told her everything – including Reborn's summary of Tsuna's battle with Mukuro and her innate ability to resist possession. When he was done, Mia had gone very quiet which worried him quite a lot. She waved him off though.

"It's just… this is just so surreal ya know? I can barely remember the mind control part so I can't say if I was just lucky or I really can do it." She pressed her lips together tightly, thinking hard but thinking tired her as well so she stopped. Picking up a random sweet from the bag, she found that she had gotten that rotten seaweed-flavored candy that Yamamoto managed to convince her to eat once. She twisted her face in disgust.

Gokudera chuckled. Mia side-glanced at him and sighed, at least everybody was safe and sound now. If they had the balls to tease her then she wasn't going to complain. She looked around, aware that she was in a hospital room.

"Where am I?"

"Namimori General Hospital," Gokudera answered immediately. "This is a private room provided by the Vongola… Tenth insisted on it."

At the mention of Tsuna, Mia had to admit she was disappointed that he wasn't around. It had been four days after all, her mind said. You can't expect him to be hanging around within the hour. He has a life too you know. Yeah, she knows. Looking on the bright side, watching someone sleep was kind of… creepy. Tsuna probably didn't want to appear like a creeper but Mia had to admit she had looked forward to seeing him the most. Still, it was nice of him to be pushy about it. Sort of out of character but still nice.

"Hey Gokudera… has Pa visited yet?" She asked softly. She wondered if her Father dropped all his work just to come see her. She remembered when he barged in the emergency room back in America, demanding if his daughter was okay with his reading glasses hanging askew on his face. Embarrassing to say the least but she was happy that he cared.

"Gokudera?" Her friend didn't answer her. Oh, she realized. Her Pa didn't come. She didn't know what kind of face she was making but Gokudera suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to her.

"Hey, what's this all about?" she murmured, a bit numb.

"Forgive me Mia-sama. Your Father hasn't come because he wasn't informed. Reborn thought it was best to limit civilian interaction concerning Mafia-related matters. So please, don't be sad." He looked up, looking like world's saddest puppy. He could seriously give Tsuna a run for his money with that look, she randomly thought. She caved in immediately and smiled, the numbess receding. So that's what happened, she thought in relief.

"It's alright. I understand." Maybe, she didn't know. Tsuna's mother was out the loop, so was her dad but Kyoko and Haru? She wondered what the hell Reborn was thinking. But now that she thought about it, she didn't want her father to know at all. She was kind of sorry for being involved.

"Tenth has been very worried." She looked up. Gokudera was looking down on his shoes, the expression of helplessness on his face. "For the past few days he's been here after classes all the way until morning. I… I can't do anything to help him."

Warmth filled her heart. "That's not true. Clearly you're doing Tsuna a favor by being here."

"That's just because Tenth and Reborn-san had gone training today."

Mia gestured him to come closer. Gokudera obliged. Her IV needle was short but now that he was close enough, she leaned up to wrap one of her arms around his neck and hugged him. For her, nothing can express her feelings better than a good hug. Gokudera promptly stiffened but relaxed when she pulled back.

"Even the smallest of things mean something Gokudera. You and Fuuta being here mean a lot to me."

Gokudera nodded slowly and smiled.

"So," she drawled out. "You said Tsuna was training right?"

Maybe she should have accepted Gokudera's offer to be escorted up the mountain to Tsuna's training area. Her lungs were burning from the effort of trekking up since her body had barely moved in a while. She probably shouldn't have left the hospital either but she felt fine – almost. She wanted to see Tsuna personally and thank him. While it irked her that she had been taken so easily, it didn't change the fact that she was grateful for him saving her.

And to… apologize as well. There was a time back then that she didn't believe she would be rescued. She honestly thought that after Fuuta had been taken, she was going to die. It felt like it. She shuddered when the memory brushed against her consciousness. The things that Mukuro did, what he showed her... they were lurking right there at the edge of her mind. And that wasn't the worst of it. She lost hope, in her friends, in Tsuna and in herself. She had been ready to die and thinking about it now, she couldn't stop the wave of shame that engulfed her.

As she trekked the woods to Tsuna's training grounds, she remembered glimpses of orange streaks and indescribable warmth. She couldn't put it into words. It just felt right.

On another note, more than one memory came back to her from the darker period of her childhood. Her mother's death was the reason she sought to better herself but it was her guilt that made her give up all concerns for her person. How could she? One parent had died for her and the other grieved for their loss. She had always thought that her memories after her mother's death were blurred or suppressed – it was common when you were in shock – and it left her a blank in her life. To think she actually had memories of that time well… she couldn't make heads or tails of it yet. She was still trying to figure out what came first.

Looking at the map that Gokudera drew out for her, it seems that the clearing where Tsuna was just through those trees. While simultaneously organizing her thoughts and consulting with the map, she almost ran into a giant acorn that appeared before her.

Wait. Giant acorn?

Reborn was wearing another weird costume while being suspended in midair by a cord. She stared at him.

"Ciaossu," he greeted her.

"Ciao," she said, perplexed at this bizarre creature known as Reborn. It was so hard to take him seriously like that.

"You don't look impressed," Reborn squeaked.

Her face was the poster picture of unimpressed. "I'm not actually."

"Sassy as ever. It's a shame Mukuro didn't scramble your brain."

"He fried me though."

"If you're looking for Dame-Tsuna, he's just there taking a break right now." There was a snap and Reborn dropped down. He started walking away from the clearing.

"Where are you going?" Mia called out to him.

"I'm going back now, Dame-Tsuna wanted to stay longer so I'm letting him."

Mia turned towards the trees that separated her and Tsuna. Feeling nervous for no reason, she swallowed. She slapped her cheeks lightly and steeled herself. When she broke through, she was blinded by the afternoon sun for a moment. She blocked the rays with her hand and squinted until her vision adjusted. The ground was littered with craters and scorch marks and sitting several feet away was Tsuna.

He had his back towards her and was sitting in a crater, his arms on top of his knees while his head was ducked. She walked towards him, the crunching of the ground beneath her feet alerting him of her presence. He raised his head.

"Reborn?" he called out.

"Nope, just me," Mia timidly said.

Tsuna scrambled up to his feet at the sound of her voice. One moment he was looking at her like he couldn't believe she was real, the next he was hugging her so fiercely he lifted her off her feet. "Thank god you're alright!" he cried.

"I still need air you know?" she gasped, laughing.

He set her down gingerly and Mia noticed that Leon was on his shoulder. Seeing her look, he explained, "I wanted to train a little longer so I borrowed Leon for a bit."

She nodded then frowned. He hated training. Of course the Dying Will Bullet had to be most controversial thing ever invented and Tsuna ends up doing something he didn't want to regret but for him to willingly train… for what? There were dark circles underneath his eyes. Gokudera said that Tsuna hadn't slept lately at all yet he still went to train?

He probably knew what she was thinking and smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I want this."

She gave him a long look. "Do you?" she asked him.

His eyes hardened and Mia was a bit taken aback by the fierce resolve shining through his eyes.

"I do."

As his intense gaze bore down on her, Mia actually had a hard time to not look away. Something tells her that a big reason he was like this was because of her and the thought saddened her greatly. Saddened that this was happening at all. They were just a bunch of kids - this wasn't normal. Tsuna wasn't normal anymore though, as hard as they pretended he was. Whatever was happening to them was bigger than either of them thought and it didn't matter that they were kids. Without thinking, she reached out a hand to cup one side of his face, startling him.

"Sono davvero molto dispiaciuto." She honestly told him ("I'm so, so sorry."). Sorry for what? Sorry for this whole shit hole of a mess? For coming to save her again?

He stared at her for a moment then shook his head gently. "Non avete nulla di essere dispiaciuto per," he murmured, placing his hand on top of hers, he closed his eyes and sighed contentedly in it ("You have nothing to be sorry for."). He stroked her hand rather lazily and she felt warmth bloom at his touch. She wanted to pull her hand away but Tsuna seemed to enjoy it.

"You need sleep," she told him bluntly. He grunted.

"Later. This now, sleep later."

Oh great, her best friend reverted himself into a caveman. She fondly rolled her eyes yet her cheeks were warm. Something occurred to her that she hadn't asked yet. Why was he training exactly? And what was with the scorched patches all over the place?

"Will you tell me what you were training for?" she asked hopefully.

Tsuna opened his eyes to study her for a minute. A desire grew in him to show her his newfound power. He wanted to see her reaction so with a bit of hesitation, he let go of her hand. Leon crawled into his hand and transformed into a handgun. He watched as her expression turn into heavy confusion as he pointed the gun at his temple. He smiled wryly and pulled the trigger. His eyes fell shut.

Feeling the familiar calmness don him like a cloak and the flame igniting on his forehead, Tsuna opened his eyes slowly. Mia was staring at him with open-mouthed wonder, her eye brimming with childish curiosity that often came to her when she saw something amazing.

"Wow," she breathed and Tsuna smirked. He expected her to slap his arm and call him an idiot for having a big head but she stepped closer to him instead to get a closer look. He could suddenly count the small freckles that dotted her face and smell the scent that was only Mia's. Books and apples. He started to explain the Rebuke Bullet and his hyper mode slowly, her scent being the only thing clouding his mind. He didn't tell her any of the rebukes he heard though.

Mia listened quietly, her blue eyes never breaking contact with his.

For the past few days, Tsuna never left her side. He only ever did when Reborn suggested he should try and master his new power. Tsuna admittedly liked this mode better than the dying will mode – he kept his clothes after all. He could see that all her wounds had healed nicely and her skin was smooth once again. His hands reached out for her face before he could stop himself. He cradled her face with his hands, his fingers brushing against her skin and hair.

"Tsuna?" she murmured, her cheeks turning pink. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He watched as her blush turned darker at how deeper his voice was than usual. His ego petted, he had to admit that her reactions were really appealing. The feel of her skin that was warm and so full of life had him take another step closer. They were only inches apart now but neither was embarrassed since they have long grown used to the other's presence.

"Tell me I'm pretty," he joked and Mia smiled mischievously.

"I think your eyes are very pretty. Want a matching tiara to go with your ego?"

"Don't you mean a crown?"

"I know what I said. A diva needs a tiara."

He laughed softly, honestly missing this. Then Mia did something he did not expect, prying his hands away gently, she slowly leaned to him and pressed her soft lips against his left cheek. He was so shocked that he fell right out of his Hyper mode.

"Thank you Tsuna… for everything." She shyly looked away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was absolutely adorable.

Filled with a sense of confidence, he daringly said, "You should thank me more that way."

She glanced at him. Maybe the exhaustion had finally caught up on him and he was just being delusional, but the sun's setting rays behind them highlighted her face with its orange hues. From her long blonde hair that curtained her face, to the glow to her cheeks and her flowery blue eyes, he had never realized how pretty Mia can actually be but at that very moment, she took his breath away.

"I think I will," she simply said.

Tsuna couldn't explain his emotions any better than Mia could but he thought it was a good feeling. What it was, he had no name for it yet but for now, he was content with just watching and staying by her side. The moment disappeared when the sun had finally set and they were in the dark. An idea popped into his mind.

"Want a lift down?" he asked her, his grin growing mischievously.

Her brows rose up. "Lift?"

Kokuyo Arc End

Translation:

Sono davvero molto dispiaciuto - I'm so, so sorry

Non avete nulla di essere dispiaciuto per - you have nothing to be sorry for

Author's Notes:

This concludes the Kokuyo Arc. Thanks for getting to this point!