[Lazy Mornings or The Sun thinks of Tsuna]
There is a fire nestled deep with his cavernous brown eyes and I love how it burns
He is natural
He is normal
He is breath-taking
The way his arms curl around me is intoxicating and indescribable
He is the embodiment of everything good and right in this too needy, too selfish, too greedy world and he smells like coffee and curry and gentle words and picturesque smiles and a warm hearth and-
(I feel like I'm being reborn with every feather-light touch and caress)
I feel like he could be home for me
There will never be enough words to properly depict, to accurately describe all of his juxtapositions.
Tsuna is Home.
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[Texts between Tsuna and The Sun]
4:19 am., Tsuna: are you awake too?
4:20 am., The Sun: yeah…
4:20 am., The Sun: Are you doing ok?.
4:22 am., Tsuna: I'm okay… can't sleep. It's cold without you
4:25 am., The Sun: same. it feels weird without you next to me…
4:26 am., Tsuna: you're coming back tomorrow, right?
4:29 am., The Sun: yes! Fucking finally!
4:31 am., Tsuna: don't sound too excited now~ ^-^
4:35 am., The Sun: Oh my god. did you just actually type in that emoticon?! This isn't 2006!
4:38 am., Tsuna: ;)
4:38 am., Tsuna: (^ u ^) /
4:38 am., Tsuna: xDDD
4:38 am., Tsuna: d[^-^]b
4:39 am., Tsuna: ( w )
4:39 am., The Sun: okay okay! I get it!
4:40 am., Tsuna: O : - )
4:42 am., The Sun: :[aaay8
4:42 am., Tsuna: ?
4:45 am., The Sun: Sorry, dropped my phone and almost punched me in the face
4:46 am., Tsuna: tired?
4:47 am., The Sun: yeah… getting There.
4:47 am., Tsuna: Then I'll let you sleep.
4:49 am., The Sun: You sure? i don't mind staying up till you fall asleep.
4:50 am., Tsuna: It's fine.
4:50 am., Tsuna: your coming back tomorrow anyway! So I'll see you then!
4:52 am., The Sun: yeah and I got you souvenirs!
4:54 am., Tsuna: … I miss you.
5:01 am., Tsuna: hello?
5:02 am., The Sun: sorry! I was caught off guard by you saying that and ended up Just staring at my phone for a while…
5:03 am., The Sun: I miss you too, Tsuna.
5:05 am., Tsuna: :))
5:05 am., Tsuna: See you tomorrow, Natsuki
5:06 am., Natsuki: Yeah!
5:06 am., Natsuki: Night Tsuna
5:07 am., Tsuna: goodnight.
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[A crumpled note scrawled on a sheet of college-ruled paper and carelessly left on an overflowing desk in a dark room that looks like it belongs to a either a teenager that's on the cusp of maturing into an adult, or a young twenty-something year-old that hasn't quite outgrown his childhood.]
When I am with you I feel complete again – whole again. You make me believe in myself once more and now I feel like I can do anything, be anything, be anyone. I feel like I can be more than what the world wants. I can be myself. Who I'm meant to be. I don't know what I want to do though or who I want to be… But, I do know that I want you by my side when I do figure it out and then for you to stay by my side through this journey called life. I should tell you how I truly feel one day – but I'm scared. Scared of losing you just when I'm starting to get to know you. Scared of driving you away from me. Scared of you leaving me just like everyone else in my life. I wonder if you'll wait for me to gather up my courage to tell you my true feelings?
I (the next word has been crossed out multiple times) [pray] hope that you do.
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[Inescapable Moniker]
"… Tsu-kun. Do you know whose jacket this is?" His mother's voice it tinged with curiosity and wonder.
"Oh! I was wondering where that ended up… where'd you find it?" There is palpable relief coloring Tsuna's voice – Natsuki had been looking for that particular jacket for the past few days.
"Underneath the staircase, but you still haven't answered my question, Tsu-kun!"
"Sorry! It belongs to a friend of mine!"
The rush of pride he feels at being able to say that elusive word – friend – is ruthlessly cut down by his mother's response:
"A 'friend'… really? Why are you suddenly lying to me like that, Tsu-kun? We both know that you don't have any friends… you're Dame-Tsuna!" Tsuna's mother turns away with a forlorn sigh and a slow shake of her head. "Honestly… I thought I raised you better than that, Tsu-kun… lying to me like that…" As she walks away, she continues to mutter, "… Perhaps I bought this for Iemitsu and forgot about it… though it isn't his size… and I would never buy something so flashy for him…!"
An hour later, his mother speaks to him about something mundane and useless that he can't be bothered to remember.
Tsuna pretends that her words didn't slash his heart in two: but they do.
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[Suburban Judges]
It's a quarter to 5:00 pm. The sun hangs low in the dusk sky – the orange and pink and yellow and periwinkle blue blurring and mashing and swirling together until the hazy edges bleed into the darkening blackness of the encroaching night. The sun itself is colored a blinding white that casts stark shadows on the streets and faces of passing pedestrians.
Smoke curls lazily upwards from the lit cigarette dangling between the slightly chapped lips of The resident Sun of Namimori – Natsuki. He catches a flash of dark blue fabric and creamy milk skin in his peripheral vision and slants his head to meet the eyes of a group of giggling and red-faced women that have congregated at the end of the street.
A quick flash of a smile later has the gaggle of them laughing even louder and shuffling further down the street.
One of them however, the lone smart one it seems, looks at Natsuki with questioning eyes and a sharp frown.
What are you doing in front of THAT particular house? her demanding eyes ask.
None of your fucking business. his responding sub-zero smile has her scampering away with hurried movements.
He can feel eyes on him now – groping and roving over his lax body and somehow the fine hairs of the back of his neck rise from the unseen – and unwelcome – stares. The relentless eyes are making his skin crawl and itch and he resists the urge to shudder and look away from the judgmental looks. He resists the urge to plaster on his plastic smile and bend to the whims of the parasites around him.
There is the sound of a door opening.
Natsuki lets the cigarette drop from his lips and he crushes it underfoot before turning with a smile – a real smile.
"Tsuna."
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[stuffed between the pages of a travel book is a yellow post-it note with a single line scribbled on it]
I think I'm in love with you.
So I didn't actually think that this was going to ever going to get an update but here one is.
I also thought that I was going to leave the unnamed Sun unnamed but it got tedious to always refer to The Sun as The Sun so I decided to name The Sun, Natsuki.
I tried to leave sections with notes as ambiguous as possible so that way you guys can decide whether Tsuna or Natsuki were the ones who penned those. I also made intentional grammatical errors to enhance the stylized way of writing I using for this fanfic.
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