"I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity." – Diana Vreeland

At the sound of Tsuna's voice, Natsu darted out from his bedroom and tried to hide behind the brunet's legs. Sighing, Tsuna crouched to pick up the cat and stared blankly at the nervous animal. "You're useless," he said, shaking Natsu a little. "Terrible guard cat."

"Tsuna…" Haru said, tugging his sleeve. "He's—That's…"

Reborn, in all his stupid glory, stood up gracefully from the couch and finished one of the cupcakes that Tsuna had baked this morning (or yesterday, he couldn't remember; there were too many). He wore a white button-up shirt and some dark brown slacks that accentuated his long, slim legs. His suit jacket in the same color was draped over the couch. Even though Tsuna wasn't fond of the man, he begrudgingly admitted that Reborn had good taste. Keyword: begrudgingly.

The brunet toed off his shoes at the doorway and stuck out his hand. "I'm going to make you throw that up."

Reborn just dropped the crumpled wrapper in his palm, his eyes still on whatever was playing on the TV. "You can try," he said, not sparing him a glance.

Natsu leapt out of Tsuna's arms when he lifted his leg to kick Reborn's stomach, only for the other man to seize him quickly by the ankle. Haru squeaked behind them, fumbling with her own shoes. Tsuna smirked. "Oh, not bad," he said. "You're still up to shape."

Reborn mirrored his expression. "I can't say the same about you."

"Still just a pretty face. Pity." Tsuna tugged his foot away from Reborn's grasp and spun around to face a still shell-shocked Haru. "Any tips on getting rid of this cockroach?"

"Wait!" Haru said, tugging her hair. "Do you know him, Tsuna?"

"Isn't he the guy you like? The serial killer?"

"Reborn-san is not a serial killer!"

Tsuna glanced over his shoulder. "Hey, are you a serial killer?"

Reborn raised a brow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Does it matter?"

"See? He is." Tsuna fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Classic textbook response."

Haru snatched the device out of his hand. "Explain, Tsuna! Stop fucking around with me!"

Tsuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can I first call the police before we do anything?"

Reborn plopped down on the couch again as if he owned the place. "Yes, Tsuna, explain so we can move it along and get to the actual point. I'd rather not waste my time any more today."

"Hey, you don't call the shots here, sunshine. Natsu, scratch him." His cat just looked at Tsuna like he was crazy. "I'm trading you for a dog. Wait." Tsuna pulled down his sunglasses and sniffed the air. It smelled like perfume, women's perfume. He followed the trail to Reborn who just eyed him blankly. "So tell me, did I become a cockblocker today?"

Haru gasped sharply behind him. "Tsuna!"

Tsuna just grinned and poked Reborn's cheek. "Did you do it or the unfortunate woman?"

Reborn didn't look fazed however, already used to Tsuna's erratic personality, which wasn't any fun. "Neither. She's only a coworker for a shoot."

"You say coworker, I say one week."

Reborn smirked, his face inches away from Tsuna's. "Why is my personal life such a concern to you?"

"Oh, it's not. I just feel sad for the people that manage to spend time in your bed." Tsuna smiled sweetly. "I never hear good things."

Reborn just raised a brow. "Oh?" He reached up to grip Tsuna's chin but the brunet leaned back before he could. "Whoever says that might have been mistaken." The man's lips curled into a devious smile. "Care to find out, Tsuna?"

Tsuna hummed to himself. "Not interested and never will be." He wrinkled his nose. "Put on some cologne or whatever you wear. That perfume's stinkin' up the whole place."

Haru suddenly smacked him over the head. "Tsuna! Talk. Now."

Sighing, the brunet raised his sunglasses above his head and clapped his hands together. "Okay. That creature is the Devil's incarnate, should never exist, is a closeted serial killer, and what am I forgetting here? Oh right, he's the old man's most loyal dog." He smiled sweetly at Reborn. "Is there anything I'm forgetting here, sunshine?"

"Aside from the fact that you're delusional and wholly incompetent," Reborn said. "A TV evangelist is more believable than you."

Tsuna scowled when Haru snorted. "Hey, whose side are you on?"

Haru sobered up, but her smile remained. "I didn't say anything. You're still not telling me anything either." She dangled Tsuna's phone in the air. "This and your collection are going in the trash if you don't talk."

Tsuna stumbled towards the couch with his hand over his heart. "Why…Why is the whole world against me?"

He winced when Reborn flicked his forehead. "Get yourself together," he said. "Nothing will be offered to you on a silver platter for the rest of your pathetic life."

Pursing his lips, Tsuna pushed Reborn away. "This again." He sighed dramatically. "How many more times am I going to have to hear that my life isn't suitable for your people's standards? Go home, dog. Oh, and tell your heartless master to reinstate my bank accounts. Thank you." He faced Haru with a sugary smile. "Right, where were we?"

"How do you know him?" Haru deadpanned. "You never mentioned him, ever."

"Oh, he's not worth any of our time, dear Haru." Tsuna led her to the kitchen. "Now, what do you want for dinner? My treat."

Trays of half-empty cupcakes and bowls of batter were strewn across the counter. Dirty dishes were piled up in the sink, a few coated with crumbs and frosting. Tsuna ducked when Haru whirled around to smack him in the face.

"I'm being serious, Tsuna!" she said.

"You must be Haru," Reborn said, appearing at the bar. "It's a pleasure."

Haru flushed. "Oh, I, um…"

Tsuna swatted Reborn's hand away and held onto Haru like a lifeline. "Bad dog. Go away."

"Tsuna!" Haru pulled away from him and quickly shook Reborn's hand. "I'm so sorry about him, Reborn-san. He can be"—she glared at Tsuna who just pouted—"very difficult."

Reborn smirked. "I can attest to that."

"So, how do you know Tsuna, Reborn-san?" Haru blushed from seeing the handsome man up close. "Unless…I'm reading the situation wrong."

"Haru," Tsuna said, hugging her waist from behind, "I told you, he's nothing. Worth less than the dust bunnies here. By the way, what do you want for dinner?"

To his chagrin, the two of them ignored him.

"I happen to know him through Timoteo," Reborn said. "I suppose you can say we have a substantial relationship."

Tsuna deadpanned. "What relationship? You're hilarious. Also, do I have to remind you again that you're nothing to me?"

Reborn's lips slightly twitched. "That's not what happened at the fune—"

"Go dig a hole and rot." Tsuna turned to give Haru a bright smile. "So, dinner?"

Haru brushed him off. "Ah, I see." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, it's just that I never see you around and Tsuna has never mentioned you."

Huffing, Tsuna headed towards the wall phone and dialed a number, but not before sneaking his phone out of Haru's pocket. She should really get that checked to be more secure. Tsuna wasn't going to get anywhere with the two. Quirks of being stubborn pigs—well, Haru wasn't a pig. Reborn technically wasn't either, but semantics. Tsuna mentally slapped the label over him anyways. The line rang twice before someone picked up.

"Hel—"

"Shirasu."

"Oh, Kato-san! Yes, is there anything I can help you with?"

Tsuna leaned against the wall, his face blank. "Quick trivia of the day: who's in my living room now?"

"E—Eh? Oh, I mean, pardon? T—There shouldn't be anyone in your house, Kato-san! I made sure of it!"

"Think about it for a minute, Shirasu."

"N—No, Kato-san! I mean it! Really!"

There was some rustling of paper on the other line and Shirasu's frantic breaths. Tsuna peered over his shoulder to see Haru and Reborn still talking. He picked up on "showcase", "Bianchi", and "magazine" before tuning them out. Boring. He pouted. Why was the whole world against him today?

"Here, Kato-san! I have the visitors' log right here and there's no one who said they wanted to see you in the past few weeks! No message or package either. Not since, well, um, that lady."

"Did you happen to see someone tall, wearing a suit, with ridiculous curls on either side of his ugly mug pass by?"

"Ah, well, my shift only started about 15 minutes ago," Shirasu said. "B—But I'll check with Koizumi-san! She must've seen the person you're talking about!"

"Yes, please do," Tsuna said.

He was put on hold for a bit and took the time to check his phone. Nothing from Timoteo. Damn him, Tsuna thought, typing a quick text message.

Take back your dog or I'll put him down instead.

He felt a small sense of satisfaction when he sent the message, but it was short-lived when Haru suddenly laughed behind him. "What's so funny?" he couldn't help but say, looking over his shoulder. "My, you look happy, Haru."

His friend just shook her head, still giggling. "N—Nothing. Just keep doing whatever you're doing."

"Yes, I will," Tsuna deadpanned, dangling his phone in the air. Haru stopped, her eyes widening. "I'm making plans on putting down a dog." He glanced at Natsu who had followed him and was curled by his feet. "And maybe a cat."

"Sato-san?" Shirasu said, returning to the phone. "I just asked Koizumi-san and she said there wasn't anyone that matched your description."

Tsuna rubbed his chin. "Oh, really?"

"But there is someone she did mention coming by. There was a man in a suit with curly sideburns and a handsome face that came by an hour ago. He said that he was a friend of yours."

"Same difference," Tsuna said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Put her on the phone, Shirasu."

"P—Pardon?"

"Put. The woman. On. The phone."

"Y—Yes, sir!"

Soon, Koizumi spoke softly through the line, "Kato-san?"

Tsuna smiled. "Oh, Koizumi-san, how are you?"

"Oh, um, I'm fine, Kato-san. Thank you for asking. And you?"

The woman realized too late that it was the wrong answer. Tsuna's smile sharpened a tad. "Funny you should ask, Koizumi." He could sense the secretary flinch on the other line. "I'm actually not in my happy corner at the moment. I actually feel like I could kill a couple of people right now, maybe roast them over some fire. So, I'm not fine. Listen, I'm going to be—scratch that, how many people are at the desk right now?"

"Um, there's just…me and Shirasu-san."

"Okay, put your phone on speaker. Now, please."

"Y—Yes, sir!"

"Listen to me very carefully because I'm only going to be saying this once and only once," Tsuna said lowly. "I'm going to make a list of every single person that's not allowed to come here, much less be in a 400-ft radius to this building. You're going to make nice little copies of them and give it to every person that works here, got it?"

"Y—Yes, Kato-san!" the two workers said.

"Perfect! Now any questions? No? No? Yes? No? Okay."

"Um, Kato-san," Koizumi said. "May I…ask a question?"

"Depends."

"Oh, um, well, what is your…relationship with Reborn-san?"

"Nothing. Next."

"Oh, K—Kato-san!" Shirasu said.

"Yes, Shira-kun?"

"Erm, well, um, so you see, uh, the—Akiyama-san had told me earlier that, um, your rent didn't come in and, uh, to let you know."

Tsuna looked down at his phone that lit up with a message from Timoteo: I did what was needed, Tsunayoshi.

"—at I don't really want you to go since you've been very kind to me when I started working here and—"

"Shira-kun," Tsuna said sweetly, "you'll always hold a place in my heart and as long as you do as I say, there won't be any problems, okay?"

"O—Of course, Sato-san! I'll do my best!"

"Okay, expect the list later tonight!"

"Do you need me to call security for you?"

A shadow suddenly loomed over Tsuna from behind. He smiled sharply. "Oh no, Shira-kun. That won't be necessary." He turned around to face Reborn who looked down at him with a slight smirk. "I'm going to have to do the dirty work today. Have a wonderful evening!" With that, he hung up and stared up at Reborn. "You know, I didn't think the old man had the guts to send you." Face blank, he tilted his head when Reborn placed an arm against the wall, leaning over him. "What'll it take for him to back off?"

"I came here to make his job a little easier," Reborn said.

Tsuna's lips twitched. "Oh, so you admit to being his dog."

"Out of the goodness of my heart."

"What heart?" Tsuna poked Reborn's chest. "Yup, still empty. I know you have some bit of brain left in there. My answer is no. Besides, I have a job. Tell that to him."

Reborn raised a brow. "A job?"

Tsuna pushed past him with Natsu trailing behind his heels. "Yeah. So can you please leave now? Thank you!"

Haru was shifting through the fridge and pantries like a mad person. She let out a groan of aggravation. "Tsuna, there's nothing to eat!" she said. "All I see are your stupid cupcakes!"

"What?" Tsuna said, face blank. He plopped down on the couch, which dropped Reborn's suit jacket over his face. It smelled like espresso, some spices, and that woman's perfume. Vaguely, he thought that the fabric was nice. He tossed it aside just as Reborn caught it. "There should be leftovers of…something."

Before he could grab the remote and change the news channel—wow, Reborn was fucking boring—someone snatched it out of his grasp. Groaning, Tsuna covered his eyes with his arm. He grunted when Natsu hopped on top of his stomach.

"Tsuna, I swear to God, I will move out tonight if you don't get your ass up and do something about this!" Haru said above him.

Tsuna opened his eyes to see Haru standing over him with a glare. "What about takeout?" he said, opening his phone.

"Oh, so you managed to get some money in your cards?"

Tsuna placed his phone back down. "You're right. We're broke." He glanced at Reborn who studied the two with calculating eyes. Well, that wasn't any good. "Haru, come with me. I need your input on something."

Grabbing his friend's wrist and ignoring her protests, he dragged her into his bedroom and shut the door.

"What are you doing?" Haru said, wrenching her hand away. "What's wrong with you?"

Tsuna shushed her quickly. "He'll hear us. Lower your voice." He leaned in to whisper, "I have an idea."

Haru scowled at him. "Yeah? Well, it better be good because I wasn't lying about moving out, Tsuna."

"Oh, you know you won't do that," Tsuna said, waving her off. "Anyways, the old man's being real stubborn about this so I'm—We are going to have to improvise for a little bit until things go back to the way it was."

Haru sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What is it?"

Tsuna smiled crookedly. "Since I'm no good at anything else, I'm going to have to use a little bit of mojo here to help us."

Haru frowned. "Don't say that, Tsuna."

"You want dinner, right?"

"Food is what I'm going for, but sure," Haru deadpanned.

Tsuna snapped. "Who here actually has money?"

Haru blinked, her brows furrowed in confusion, before she gasped. "No, Tsuna, you wouldn't."

"Like I said, dear Haru, we're going to have to improvise a little bit. Who knew he could actually be useful for once."

"Tsuna, you can't just ask him to loan you money. How are you going to pay him back? What are you even thinking?"

Tsuna gripped Haru by the shoulders. "I'm not going to let you starve, my Queen. You will live to see another day."

"That's not the point."

"It'll be okay." Tsuna eyed the door in a dramatically solemn fashion. "For you, anything will be done."

"Tsuna, y—"

"Besides, what's the worst that can happen?" Tsuna said, shrugging his shoulders. "I can just access my father's secret funds and find a cozy island to live in."

"Your father has secret funds?"

"Hmm, well, no. But isn't it a nice thought?"

"The money?"

"No, the island."

Haru sighed. "My God, this is my fault. I was too nice to you."

Tsuna tilted his head. "What do you mean? You were a she-devil sometimes." He grunted lightly when she punched his arm, but smiled anyways. "This is fine. We'll be fine. So, green light?"

Haru massaged her temples. "No…but we need the money and…I like this apartment…"

Tsuna grinned, giving her a mock-salute. "It shall be done, my Queen! Don't worry!"

With that, he opened the door and walked out into the living room where Reborn was sitting on the couch and talking on his phone in hushed Italian. The man hung up as soon as Tsuna stood in front of him. He raised a brow, a knowing smirk on his smug face. "Well?" he said.

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest. "Three suits," he said. "Whichever style you want, personally tailored and custom-fit."

Reborn leaned forward on his elbows over his knees. "Seven suits," he said, "with my input."

Tsuna rolled his eyes. "Five. How do you have the time to wear so many? You should really get your style fixed."

Reborn just smirked. "And what do you want, Tsuna?"

"I just need you to be my sugar daddy for today."

Haru choked on her spit in the background before running into the kitchen to get a cup of water. She filled it twice.

Reborn hummed to himself. "Alright."

Grimacing, Tsuna stuck out his hand. "Then it's a deal."

If there was one place that Tsuna loved other than his bedroom, it was the supermarket. Food was basically every man's life so to speak, and he couldn't deny the fact that he wouldn't be able to live without it while he watched Sugar Angels every day on repeat. They drove in Reborn's fancy-schmancy sports car because why the hell not, with Haru in shotgun and Tsuna in the back after Reborn pulled him out of the driver's seat. That left the brunet sulking for the whole ride. All he wanted was to give Reborn's car a little scratch, just a teeny scratch (okay no, he didn't; he wanted to wreck it).

As soon as they parked, Reborn was recognized immediately by local shoppers and asked to take pictures and sign autographs. Tsuna grabbed Haru and made their escape, uncaught and unnoticed, to enter nicely air-conditioned Heaven. He sighed in content when his eyes zeroed in on the snacks aisle. "Ye—oof!"

Haru pulled him back by the collar and forced him to wheel the cart. "No, Tsuna."

Tsuna pouted but complied anyways. He'd get his chance soon. Haru's words went in one ear and out the other as she placed some fruits and vegetables in the cart. Tsuna wrinkled his nose when she got some carrots. "I think we can live without those, thank you very much," he said, putting them back.

Haru smacked his hand away and placed the carrots back in the cart. "You have no say in this whatsoever. Don't touch anything."

Tsuna huffed. "Okay, okay."

"You're already exploiting Reborn-san. Don't lower yourself even more."

"Hey, I graciously pimped myself for you to get you food and this is the thanks that I get?"

Haru's breath hitched. "Shut up, Tsuna."

Tsuna shrugged. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"If I could, I'd sew your mouth shut."

"I can do it for you."

Haru just glared at him. Tsuna mimed zipping his lips and locking it with an invisible key before throwing it away. He didn't even know what Haru was aiming to cook for dinner. There were strawberries, blackberries, lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, and spinach. Boring. Tsuna raised his hand like he was in class until Haru noticed him at the corner of her eye and sighed.

"What?" she said, getting some packaged beef. Tsuna pointed at his mouth. "Just talk."

"What's for dinner, my Queen?"

"I don't know."

Tsuna deadpanned. "You don't know."

"I'm not sure what Reborn-san would like."

"Who said that he's staying?" Tsuna shut his mouth when Haru levelled him another glare. "Okay then. We're having dinner with the Devil."

"You're the one who came up with the idea in the first place!"

"Yes, and I asked for your opinion."

Haru sighed. "Look, I don't know what's going on between you two but maybe this can be a good time to, I don't know, reconcile?"

Tsuna made a blank face. "Reconcile—you're asking me to reconcile with the man who came to ruin my life. You're funny."

"Just, think about it, Tsuna, okay?"

"Yeah, right, I'll think about it." Tsuna leaned on the cart, pushing it slowly behind Haru. "A quick little tip though."

"What?"

"Just go with something Italian. The Devil's a simple man despite all the suits he wears."

Haru's lips twitched, which didn't really quell Tsuna's nerves. "Really?" Oh, and he didn't like that tone. "Well, it's been a while since you've cooked properly."

"Please stop."

"And I really like your cooking."

"No."

"Plus, I don't know who else can make Italian like you."

"Holy water—I need holy water."

"It's perfect." Haru jerked the cart to another aisle. "Pasta it is then."

Tsuna prayed to every god out there to just smite him right then and there. No lightning, no falling shelves, no earthquake resulting into toppling shelves. Nothing. Either the gods loved him too much or they hated him enough to not grant his one simple request. Yeah, maybe he should think things through sometimes.

Something then caught his eyes. Something beautiful, something incredible, something that made his heart skip a beat. Gasping, he let go of the cart and dashed towards the divine snacks section. There, on the shelves, was the last limited-edition of the Sugar Angels strawberry-filled candy sweets, with Kyoko-chan's picture on it.

Sweet gods if you love me then let me—

His thoughts were cut short when a little girl, a little fucking brat, walked over and took the candy bag off the shelves. Tsuna skidded on his feet to block her path, making her jump. "Wait!" he said, panting heavily. "That candy—Onii-san here really wants it so you can just give it to me and we'll all be happy campers, okay?"

He smiled sweetly as he tugged the bag away from the girl, but it didn't budge. Looking down, he saw that the girl held onto it tightly, her brows furrowed.

"What are you doing, Onii-san?" she said. "That's mine."

Tsuna's smile froze in place. "Well, Onii-san here really wants it."

"Then you should've got one before."

"There's no more."

The little girl with her smug little face and stupid pigtails smirked at him. "Finders keepers. I got it first."

A small vein popped in Tsuna's forehead. "Well, it's always good to respect your elders, sweetheart, so just let it go."

The girl wasn't moved. "No. It's mine."

Tsuna's smile strained a bit. "Look, it's not like you know anything about the beautiful Sugar Angels. You probably just got it because the girl on here is really pretty. Let me tell you, the candies don't taste good."

The little girl scoffed. "I know who the Sugar Angels are. And that's Kyoko-chan."

"Don't say her name like you know her."

"But I do know her."

"No, you don't. You got her number?"

"I don't know, do you?"

The two stared each other down, not backing away in the slightest. Sparks nearly flew between them until Tsuna huffed and scratched his chin, not letting go of the bag. "Since this became this way, I'm pretty sure you only know the Wikipedia basics on the Sugar Angels."

"I watched every season," the girl said, raising her chin.

"Oh, yeah? How many times?"

"16 times."

Tsuna smirked. "47 and still counting."

That got the little sucker. The girl furrowed her brows before huffing indignantly. Her grip only tightened around the bag. "Just because you watched it 47 times doesn't mean you're a true fan."

"Try me."

It was as if a bomb detonated.

"In Season 3, Episode 12, Kyoko-chan goes to save Bluebell-chan and Yuni-chan in the Cave of Shadows and fought her way to get them. Who were they?

Tsuna smirked, pushing up his sunglasses. "What a dumb question. She only fought Carcassa before knocking her out with her beautiful Hyper Heart Flames."

The little girl sniffed. "Not bad."

"Season 5, Episode 2, Yuni-chan had the choice to either sacrifice herself or become a weapon. What was her method of death?"

"You're stupid, Onii-san. Yuni-chan never went through with it because she was too scared and asked Bluebell-chan to keep her soul in her Mare Ring."

"Oh, so you're not just a dumb brat."

"Maybe you're not stupid."

A beat of silence passed.

"I still want it! Give it to me!"

"No! I found it first!"

"Respect your damn elders!"

"Finders keepers!"

They tugged both ends of the candy bag, pulling one way and the other, when someone suddenly said, "Tsuna, what are you doing?"

The little girl gasped, accidentally letting go of the bag. Tsuna pumped his fist in the air. "Ha! Take that, you brat!" Tears sprung up in the little girl's eyes, making him scoff. "That won't work on me."

He widened his eyes when Reborn snatched the bag out of his hand and passed it onto the little girl with a smile. "I apologize for my friend there," he said. "Here."

Eyeing the bag warily, the little girl took it wordlessly, bowed to Reborn in shy thanks, and ran off to her oblivious mother nearby. Tsuna sputtered out some unintelligible words, looking back and forth between the girl and Reborn. "You—Why did you—What—How could you?"

He winced when Reborn smacked him over the head. "You're ridiculous," the man said. "Stop humiliating yourself."

Grimacing, Tsuna rubbed his head—Reborn was way too strong for his own good—and glared at the little girl, who stuck out her tongue, tears gone. Tsuna gasped. "Reborn, she—"

Before he could continue, Reborn dragged him out of the aisle. "You're 24-years-old, Tsuna. Your life will never get better with the way you're acting."

Tsuna rolled his eyes. "Please, tell me something I don't know." Reborn suddenly stopped in his step, making Tsuna bump into his back. The brunet wrinkled his nose. "Don't you ever get hot? Who wears suits in the summer?"

"Well-functioning, mature human beings."

"You're not a human being," Tsuna mumbled under his breath.

He perked up at the sound of crinkling bags. His jaw dropped when Reborn held out three of the Sugar Angels filled-in sweets: strawberry for Kyoko, blue raspberry for Bluebell, and orange for Yuni. "You—How did you—"

Reborn raised them high in the air just as Tsuna pounced for them. He landed against the man's chest with a grunt before tiptoeing to get a hold of the sweet candies. Damn their height difference. "Reborn, give them to me!" he said.

"If you do three things for me," Reborn said, smirking.

"What? You know what, just give 'em to me and I'll act like you exist sometimes!"

Reborn didn't falter. "One, you're going to make me seven suits, not five, with my input."

Tsuna furrowed his brows. "Fine, whatever." He giggled when Bluebell's bag dropped into his hands. "Bluebell-chan, you're so pretty! I'll take good care of you, promise."

"Second, you're coming in with me tomorrow to my shoot."

"Yeah, yeah, just give me!" Yuni's bag plopped into his awaiting hands. "Ah, sweet, adorable Yuni-chan. Onii-san will take good care of you!"

"Third, you will participate in the Ukiyo Boutique Fashion Show."

"Okay, can I have Kyoko-chan now, please?"

It seemed as if his life rolled even further downhill from there as Kyoko's bag fell into his hands. However, it was already too late.

A/N :^D

Well, look at that—Reborn, haha.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope to see you again in the next chapter!

Have a lovely day~

Little Miss Bunny