"Pure, intense emotions. It's not about designs. It's about feelings." – Alber Elbaz

Somehow, in inevitable fashion, Tsuna found himself cleaning the kitchen and cooking dinner while Haru and Reborn were probably making out on the couch. He shuddered at the mental image. Haru had her share of boyfriends but no one could really handle her spontaneity (or him). It wasn't like Tsuna thought that Reborn was out of her league, but Haru deserved better.

Every few minutes, Tsuna would peek at them to make sure there wasn't any funny business going on, but it seemed relatively safe. Maybe, kind of, sort of. Haru was clearly smitten with Reborn—well, Tsuna knew that ever since the man started his oh-so-brilliant career—and seemed to be eating up his words like a rabid junkie.

Yawning, Tsuna stretched his arms in the air, feeling some bones in his back pop. "Food's done, children," he said blandly, setting up the dishes.

He made spaghetti alle vongole just for kicks (actually, no, not really; Haru made him and he couldn't really deny her, could he?) and filled up two plates before setting them on the bar counter. Humming to himself, he brought out Natsu's cat food and poured some in an orange bowl. Only a handful portion came out.

"Well," Tsuna said, "at least you're not going to starve tonight."

Natsu licked his hand in reassurance before chowing down on his food. Smiling, Tsuna petted him and cooed. "Aren't you the sweetest thing around? My only ray of light in this hell."

"Tsuna?" Haru said, taking a seat on a bar stool. "Aren't you eating?"

Tsuna stood up to wash his hands in the sink. "Nope. Did you know that servants eat after their lords and ladies do? Kind of harsh, but such is life."

Haru furrowed her brows. "Tsuna, y—"

"Besides," Tsuna said, gesturing at the pile of Tupperware containers, "what about these poor cupcakes?" He placed a hand on his hip and eyed the different assortments of the little deserts he poured his heart into. "Someone's gotta eat 'em."

"You're not eating cupcakes for dinner," Haru said. "They're not even considered a meal."

"But it's such a waste."

"Then you shouldn't have made so much in the first place!"

Tsuna gasped scandalously. "Are you blaming the victim here? How could you, Haru? I thought you were better than that." He opened the pantry to get some wine glasses; his fingers twitched when he almost grabbed a third one before he left it alone. He grabbed the bottle of Frascati that Reborn had bought and brought them over. "Besides, I have a job now."

"You have a week," Haru deadpanned. "Just sit down and eat."

Pouring two glasses, Tsuna slid them to Haru and Reborn across the counter when the other man snatched his wrist. "Eat, Tsuna," he said.

"I'm not the dog here," Tsuna said, rolling his eyes. "Let go. Besides, I only made two servings."

He didn't know how the fuck Reborn did what he did, but in the next second he found himself sitting in-between the man's legs. Blinking, he looked at a gaping Haru. "Did you just see what I just saw?" he said. "'cause I didn't see anything."

Haru flushed before digging in her meal. "J—Just eat, Tsuna!"

Tsuna tried to get out of Reborn's hold but the man's arm was tight around his waist. "Let me go, you fiend!"

Unfazed, Reborn just swirled some spaghetti around his fork. "Not until you've eaten."

"Since when did you become my mother?" Tsuna said, kicking Reborn's long legs. "I'm warning you."

The small crinkling of bags instantly drew Tsuna's attention to Reborn's hand, his fork resting on the plate. His eyes widened. "W—Where did you get that?" he said, trying to snatch them away. "I hid them!"

Reborn shook the Sugar Angels candy bags above his head. "If you don't eat, I'm confiscating these."

Tsuna froze. "You wouldn't."

Reborn raised a brow but his lips twitched into a small smirk. "Oh, are you testing me?"

Sensing defeat, Tsuna slumped against the counter. "Haru," he whined, "help me."

"You're on your own," Haru said, not looking at him. "Also, this is really good."

Tsuna huffed. "I hate you, both of you."

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He quickly snatched it before Reborn could and checked the caller ID, deflating when he saw that it was Mami's mother. Damn it, he had hoped that Timoteo would call so he could let him hear Reborn's public execution up-close and personal.

"Do you mind?" Tsuna said, struggling in Reborn's grasp.

"I don't," Reborn said.

Tsuna deadpanned. "I meant, do you mind letting me go, idiot."

Reborn hummed to himself, as if the bastard was actually considering his request. "I wouldn't mind"—he shook the candy bags—"throwing these out."

Tsuna tried to headbutt Reborn's chin but the man had always been some sort of secret ninja and managed to dodge it. The sudden whiplash made Tsuna dizzy. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the call. "Hello?" he said in a normal voice.

"Oh, Sora-san!" Mrs. Kozato said. "Am I bothering you?"

Tsuna forced on a smile. "No, not at a—" He nearly choked when Reborn shoved his fork in his mouth, forcing him to chew the spaghetti. "What a—"

"Um, Sora-san, perhaps I should call at a later time."

"No, everything's fine! This is the best time to call!" Tsuna jabbed his elbow in Reborn's stomach when he said "best" and mentally cursed at the man's abs. They were practically made out of steel. "Is there something you needed?"

Mrs. Kozato still sounded uncertain but continued speaking, "Ah, I see. Well, I was wondering if you had any kind of portfolio to possibly show us." She laughed nervously. "You see, this was quite sudden and my husband is a little, well, I guess you can say, doubtful about my actions."

Haru gave Tsuna a questioning look, which he returned with a peace sign, much to her annoyance. "Of course I do," he said. "So, what are we talking about here? What do you need?"

There was some murmuring in the background, most likely the husband talking. Tsuna's mind wandered to what Mrs. Kozato said earlier. Well, technically, he wasn't a designer or anything. He didn't want the job or get involved in the field to begin with so…yeah, no portfolio.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said. "I'll be back right before you know it." He rested his phone against his shoulder and looked at Haru. "Quick question: what exactly did you tell her?"

Haru blinked. "Why? Who is it?"

"Mami's mom."

"What? Why? What did she say?"

"She—No, her hubby wants to see if I'm legit, which I'm not by the way, do I have to remind you this every time?"

Haru's brow twitched. "What exactly did she say, Tsuna?"

Tsuna was prepared this time when Reborn brought another fork of spaghetti to his lips. Grumbling, he opened his mouth and let the man feed him. "Portfolio," he said. "Also, I would've choked to death, idiot. You're paying for my funeral services and I better have the greatest tombstone ever with the words: I told you so. Make note of it." With that, he returned to his phone. "Yes, is there anything else you need?"

"Oh, my—we were just wondering how soon you can show us your portfolio."

"Any kind in particular?"

"Well, since I had asked for a dress, I was wondering if you had any on those."

Tsuna smiled. "That's no problem at all. I'll send them in tomorrow. Just shoot me a text with your email and everything's peachy."

"Ah, we—I was hoping to meet you and discuss more about…everything. Is tomorrow morning okay?"

"Tomorrow morning's a wonderful—" Tsuna grimaced when Reborn pinched his leg. "—lly bad time." He laughed to distract himself from the pain and mentally pinned the bullseye mark on Reborn's back. He was going to kill him. "How about any other time besides the morning?"

"Oh, well, we have time in the evening if that's alright with you."

"Perfect." Tsuna leaned away from Reborn's fork. "What is your preferred time?"

"Is 7 too late for you? I'd like to meet at Nina's Café. Do you know where that is?"

"Yes, all perfect and great. I'll have to go now. You know, busy and all."

"Oh, of course! I do apologize. Thank you very much, Sora-san. Ah, and please bring your portfolio then."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night. Send my regards to Mami-chan." Tsuna hung up before the woman could say a word. He sighed, taking a bite from Reborn's fork and chewing miserably. "I think I want to retire now, Haru."

Haru stared at him in disbelief. "You didn't even start yet."

Tsuna shrugged. "Who knows if I'll even get the job? Also"—he looked up to glare at Reborn—"I felt that. I'm going to do a hundred times worse to your pretty face."

"If I remember correctly, today's garbage day," Reborn said.

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest. "Worst daddy in the world. You're fired."

Haru choked on her wine in the background and quickly grabbed a napkin. Tsuna almost grabbed Reborn's cup before deciding against it. He wiggled in Reborn's hold. "I want water," he deadpanned.

"Just drink this," Reborn said, handing him his cup.

Tsuna swatted it away, almost spilling it if Reborn didn't have a firm grip. "You're a terrible person, feeding babies alcohol."

"Right," Reborn said. "Babies drink milk."

Haru entered a small coughing fit. "A—Are you sure that there's nothing I should know about? Actually, never mind. I don't want to know."

Tsuna wrinkled his nose. "He said it, not me. And there's nothing between us. I met sunshine here like, what, once in my lifetime?"

"Twice," Reborn said. "Three, including now."

Tsuna rubbed his chin. "Huh. Well, I don't really care. That's already zero times too many and I was serious about getting water. Let me go, you brute."

"Erm, Tsuna doesn't drink, Reborn-san," Haru said, unsure if she should add in her input or not.

"Five years sober," Tsuna deadpanned. "Can I get my reward now, daddy?"

Haru just covered her ears and shook her head. "Oh my God, Tsuna! Stop calling him that!"

"Right. I fired him. Can you let go now? I'm going to die from dehydration."

"You barely finished half the plate," Reborn said, holding up his fork. "That's not good enough."

"I hope you choke and reincarnate into a clam so I can eat you."

A glint shone in Reborn's eyes as Haru squeaked. "Oh?"

"Haru, I'm not the one with the dirty thoughts here. By the way, did I tell you how much I disapprove your relationship with the Devil? You need holy water, so much holy water."

Tsuna tugged against Reborn's arm but it didn't budge. Okay, he was going to make a small gym in his living room. Muscles were disgusting but he needed some if he wanted to survive.

"If you finish half the plate," Reborn said.

"If you finish half the plate," Tsuna mimicked terribly, rolling his eyes. He grabbed Reborn's fork and split a single noodle of spaghetti to the side. "There. I'll eat that much."

Reborn snatched the fork back and separated more portion to the side. "This much."

"Haru, do you want some?"

"Nope," Haru said, bringing her plate to the sink. "I'm good."

"I hate you…"

Haru just gave him a sweet smile. "I love you, too."

And thus began Tsuna's wretched conquest of spaghetti, courtesy to the very demon that he vowed to kill once he was finished.

Sadly, Haru had prevented Tsuna from committing homicide by holding a pair of scissors over his precious collection. Natsu hadn't even helped much, too terrified of Reborn to even come near the man. Sighing, Tsuna just hugged his Sugar Angels candy bags that he procured from Reborn and skipped to the so-called Forbidden Room, otherwise known as "The Room that Timoteo Calls On For His Own Convenience".

He had grabbed the key from his bedroom dresser with lots of Haru's nagging to get his ass moving and dragged his feet to the Forbidden Room. Well, at least he had his sweet Sugar Angels to accompany him. When he opened the door, he turned on the lights, revealing a room bigger than his living room.

The blue drapes covered the large windows that overlooked more of the Tokyo city. Some half-opened boxes were pushed to the side, filled with different-colored and patterned fabrics. A drafting table with a lamp and cutting map was near the windows. An orange cupholder held a ruler, some pens and pencils, and two erasers. There were a few naked mannequins near the sewing machine, two female and two male body sizes. Some boxes filled with muslin sheets sat underneath them. An ironing board was folded neatly against the white walls where there were shelves of various sewing tools: fabric shears, dressmaker pins, tape measures, needles and threads, and rulers.

This room had been his father's studio. Sometimes Tsuna could hear him and his mother chatting softly in the background while he played around with the colorful fabrics, their laughter and sweet words warming up the room.

Now it was just cold.

Scratching his head, he crouched to dig through some boxes underneath the sewing machine. "Haru," he said, opening one, "do you remember if I doodled on anything? Even a stick figure will help."

He could hear footsteps behind him and turned to see Reborn at the doorway. "You're not Haru." He pushed the box back before opening another. "Haru! Darling! Sweetheart! Honey!"

Tsuna smiled when he heard Haru's aggravated groan as she drew closer. "What?" she said.

"Any doodles you remember?" Tsuna said.

"I don't know," Haru said. "Just draw some random stuff. You're good at that."

"You got me in this mess in the first place." Haru just glared at him, making him raise his hands in mock-surrender. "My silence shall be guaranteed from now on, Your Majesty. Carry on. Oh, and take him with you, please."

She didn't even stay long enough for him to finish his sentence. Tsuna huffed. "You're a terrible presence in this house," he said to Reborn, returning to his box. "Also, party's over. You should go home."

"This is Iemitsu's studio," Reborn said.

Tsuna slightly tensed, but didn't stop looking through the sheets of papers inside the box. They were all old notes his father had left behind with some of his mother's neater handwriting on the side. "Do I have to rephrase? Allow me: leave."

Reborn didn't even seem fazed. "Do you know the first thing Iemitsu told me before I started my career?"

Tsuna stood up and popped open Bluebell's candy bag. "Pass. Not interested."

"Once you put your heart into something, it's difficult to let it go." Tsuna unintentionally froze. Reborn continued, his steps drawing closer behind him. "Even if you try to find a way out, you don't really do, and it just pulls you back in without you knowing."

"Sometimes you tell yourself no, Tuna-fishy, but your heart, right here, keeps telling you to keep going because deep inside you know there's something more waiting for you, something greater than you could ever imagine!"

Tsuna pursed his lips. "My father was an idealist." Face blank, he turned around to gaze back at Reborn's dark eyes. "And did you want a prize for remembering a couple of words from years ago? Even a kindergartner could do that."

"And I'm being realistic," Reborn said in that aggravatingly calm tone of his. "I know you're not stupid, Tsuna, but you're delusional and spoiled. You're smart enough to know that Timoteo can do more than cutting your petty allowances."

"My parents' money is mine."

Reborn glanced down at the candies in Tsuna's hands. The brunet hugged them closer to his chest, his eyes narrowing. "You've spent it on things you don't need," the man said.

"You don't know what I want or need, sunshine," Tsuna said. "Also, last time I checked, you were leaving."

Reborn didn't budge. "Your father was one of the greatest designers of his generation and your mother was an exceptionally talented seamstress. You have those gifts in your blood. It'd be a waste for you to not expand on them, especially at your current age."

"You talk too much. Get out."

"I'm giving you the opportunities that you need to better yourself and get your act together."

Tsuna placed the candy bags on the table before shoving Reborn out the door. "You need help," he said. "So much fucking help. Now, get out!"

Surprisingly, Reborn moved instead of being a stubborn prick. He glanced over his shoulder. "Don't forget about tomorrow. 7 AM."

"Haru, take him out!" Tsuna said before closing the door shut.

His blood pulsed faintly in his ears and his heart thumped fast and hard against his aching chest. Exhaling shakily, he snatched the candy bags and plopped down on the stool in front of the drafting table. "Fucking bastard," he mumbled under his breath, chewing on a blue-raspberry chewy candy. "Can't mind his own damn business and shut up. Haru, make sure to kick him when he leaves!"

There was no response. Tsuna sighed. He stood up and yanked the drapes back, revealing the starry night sky and the city's colorful lights. A balcony was just outside, big enough for two people. Tsuna clicked his tongue, which craved for a cigarette. Too bad Haru had thrown them all out a few years ago. Maybe he could sneak some of that wine later tonight when Haru was sleeping.

He slapped his cheeks. "Come on, Tsuna," he said. "Get your shit together."

When he realized what he just said, he groaned and messed up his hair even more. Goddamn Reborn, goddamn Timoteo, goddamn every living, breathing being on this earth—except Haru—to hell. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tsuna pulled open the drawer underneath the drafting table and took out a couple of sheets of paper. With a pencil in hand, he began to sketch, ignoring the way his heart calmed down considerably once the graphite's tip touched the paper.

Soon, the noise of the distant city drowned out around him, and he could hear his parents' hushed words envelop him like a warm embrace…

He didn't know when he fell asleep. All Tsuna could remember was the smell of colored markers, graphite, and rubber. Someone was shaking his shoulder, the sensation faint, until Tsuna's eyes fluttered open. He squinted through his blurry vision before closing his eyes again. Sleep was much needed, thank you very much. Someone was talking above him but he couldn't make out who it was.

Groaning, he buried his face deeper in the crook of his arm. "Go 'way…need sleep, 'aru…"

There was a moment of silence as Tsuna slowly drifted back to sleep. He could hear the distant sound of papers rustling beside him, making him huff and turn the other way.

"Wake up, Tsuna."

Tsuna furrowed his brows. That voice…was not Haru's. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doin' 'ere?" he said, swaying a bit on his chair. His back hurt. Ah, he shouldn't have slept here.

Reborn, dressed in a white-and-blue striped shirt and beige dockers, steadied him by gripping his shoulder. "It's twenty past 7," he said. "Get up and get dressed."

Tsuna's head tipped forward before being saved by Reborn's stomach. The man smelled faintly like espresso and spices. "What…?"

"You promised that you'd be coming to my shoot today," Reborn said, gesturing at Yuni's empty bag, "for her."

Tsuna's mind was still sluggish so it took a minute or two to process what Reborn just said. When it finally clicked, he could only say, "Oh…"

"So get up," Reborn said. "We're late."

Grumbling under his breath, Tsuna cursed at himself and at Reborn. "I'm the victim here," he said, stumbling to his feet. "How did you get in?"

"1234 is not the most secure passcode in the world. It's pathetically simple."

"'cause I swear, if you tried to pull anything with Haru, that's just giving me more reason to kill you."

Reborn raised a brow. "I didn't."

"You really think I can believe anything you say?" Tsuna brushed past him for the door. "You're lucky I'm too tired to beat you to the ground right now. But trust me, once I get ready, you're going to hell!"

He proceeded to brush his teeth miserably in the bathroom, going at the slowest pace possible just to annoy Reborn. Tsuna still wore the same clothes from yesterday but didn't change out of them once he finished washing up. Feeling a little better, he yawned and stretched his arms in the air.

"Change your clothes," Reborn said.

"Don't wanna."

Tsuna grunted when Reborn suddenly hauled him over his shoulder and carried him to his bedroom. "Let me go, jackass! I will sue your ass and drain all of your stupid net worth before you can even say—oof!"

Reborn tossed him on his bed and starting digging through his dressers. "Have some respect for yourself," he said, tossing some clothes at Tsuna's face. "And a better wardrobe."

Tsuna rolled his eyes as he plopped back on his bed. "I always have respect for myself. What do you mean?"

He yelped when Reborn kicked his leg. "Hurry up," the man said. "Before I do something worse."

Rubbing the sore spot, Tsuna winced. "Yeah, I'm terrified." He looked down at the clothes that Reborn had thrown at him: a white shirt, blue shorts, and a thin, lightweight button up jacket with the sleeves rolled up. He grimaced. "What is this?"

"Clothes." Tsuna grunted when Reborn flicked his forehead. "Change and make me coffee."

Tsuna was going to switch his non-existent career to murderer.

Kintsugi Magazine was like the Japanese version of Vogue. Tsuna looked up at the tall building—it was the tallest in the city, figures—and gazed at the golden letters emboldened on top. Yawning, he slammed Reborn's car door shut with more force than necessary, but sadly, it didn't break. Not even a crack. He'd have to invest in that mini-gym once he got some money.

"Why am I here?" Tsuna deadpanned when they entered the building. Well, it was more like Reborn dragging him and him acting like deadweight, which was still nothing to the man's strength.

Everyone stared at them strangely but quickly looked away when Tsuna hissed at them. If he wasn't wearing his sunglasses, they would also burn. Reborn dragged him inside the elevator and pressed a button. Tsuna huffed. "Are you deaf?" he said. "I asked you a question."

"You'll stay put," Reborn said, not facing him. "Don't forget the promises you made."

Tsuna crossed his arms over his chest. "They were bribes."

Reborn smirked. "You weren't complaining."

Tsuna cupped his cheeks and swooned. "They tasted good! I can't deny you there. Ah, Bluebell-chan had the best flavor."

The elevator dinged open then. Tsuna mentally groaned when Reborn snatched his arm before he could stay behind. For having met the guy three times, Reborn could read him pretty well. Mentally, Tsuna thought about throwing Reborn off the building. He peered through the glass windows, looking over Midori. They were pretty high up, definite KO.

"You're going to pick some models to showcase at the Ukiyo Boutique Fashion Show," Reborn said, pausing in his step.

Tsuna stared at him for a minute before bursting out laughing. "W—What?" he said, clutching his stomach. "Are you—What?" He continued laughing until tears sprung up in his eyes. "Oh, this is rich. You are, by definition, the zaniest guy I've ever met, sunshine. Do I get points for that word? Zaniest?" Tsuna waved Reborn off. "What makes you think I'll do anything you say at this point?"

Reborn's lips slightly twitched. "Timoteo isn't the only one who can ruin your life. I can buy your building right now and kick you and your little friend out. I might even keep your cat."

Tsuna pulled down his sunglasses to level the man with a glare. "You wouldn't."

Reborn took out his phone from his pocket and showed Tsuna very clearly the building owner's name. "I would. And that wouldn't be anything close to what I have in mind."

In the end, again, Tsuna trailed behind Reborn and thought about pushing the man out the window right then and there.

Everyone on the shoot immediately stopped when Reborn entered the room. 100% of the female population blushed and stuttered out "good morning" when he walked past them. Well, there was one woman with long, dark auburn hair in low pigtails, who didn't even glance his way while re-applying some blush on a model's cheek. Tsuna gave her a mental golden star.

"Reborn!" someone said.

Tsuna stepped to the side to avoid a woman throwing her arms around Reborn's neck. A food table caught his eye and was that a banana muffin? He snuck away and promptly helped himself. Oh, there were small cups of fruits, too. The table had all the breakfast pastries you could ever imagine.

"I apologize for being late," Reborn said, easily removing the cooing woman off of him.

The director of the shoot shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Reborn-san. We were just starting. Please follow Yamada-san and Miyamoto-san to get changed."

Tsuna munched on the warm muffin and internally screamed. It was good. He didn't react when a large hand plopped down on his head.

"Stay put," Reborn said. "I hope you don't mind me bringing a friend here, Fujita-san."

The director blinked but quickly recovered from his shock. "Oh, that's not a problem at all, Reborn-san! Anyone who's a friend of yours is always welcomed here!"

Tsuna probably ate three muffins and four fruit cups by this point. Patting his stomach, he released a content sigh.

"Hey," someone said.

Tsuna looked up to see Bianchi, a popular Italian model, scowling at him. She was fairly tall with long, light pink hair pulled back in a messy bun and green eyes. Wearing some pale lavender cigarette pants and a white, short-sleeved lace top, she almost looked like the perfect casual businesswoman.

"What's your relationship with Reborn?" Bianchi said in flawless Japanese.

Tilting his head, Tsuna handed her a banana muffin. "Want a muffin?"

Bianchi clicked her tongue. "What? Get that away from me!"

Tsuna pulled the muffin away before she could smack it out of his hand. "Don't waste food like that, sweetheart. Also, you're not you when you're hungry." He looked her up and down. "You lost weight."

Red dusted Bianchi's cheeks. "You—What did you just call me?"

Tsuna munched on the muffin. "Sweetheart. Aw, what? Sad that I'm not the Devil over there?"

Bianchi furrowed her brows. "What?"

"Look behind you."

Reborn returned then, wearing a light, taupe-colored suit and a lavender-and-white checkered tie, immediately eliciting some squeals from the staff members. Bianchi left Tsuna like the wind, swooning over Reborn like her life depended on it. He caught a whiff of her perfume and wrinkled his nose. It was the same one on Reborn yesterday. Shrugging, Tsuna busied himself with more muffins.

"Okay, everyone!" Fujita said, clapping his hands. "Pose 1 standby. Akiyama-san."

The photographer gave the director a thumbs-up. Tsuna yawned while camera flashes light brightened up the room even more each second.

"Good, great!" Akiyama said, snapping more pictures. "Bianchi-san, please look up at Reborn-san. Give me, hm, something sensual? No smiling! Perfect! Ito-san, turn on the fan! Low setting, please!"

Yawning again, Tsuna sauntered over to the food table to see all the muffins gone. He must've ate it all. Oh, well. There were some croissants though and more fruit cups.

"Okay, M.M-san, could you hold Reborn's other arm and look at the camera?" Akiyama said.

It was as if M.M's gaze was drawn to Tsuna like a magnet. Tsuna slightly smirked. He pointed at M.M, made a motion of blabbing her mouth with his hand, gestured at the strawberry in his other hand, and crushed it. The color immediately drained from M.M's face.

Turning away, Tsuna snickered under his breath.

"M.M-san, are you okay?" Akiyama said. "Ladies, I think you used too much powder. Where's Spanner?"

Tsuna wandered off the set and headed for the bathroom. All of the stalls were unoccupied and the lights were more tolerable. It vaguely smelled like sweet peas and…candy. A tall, blond man was at the sink, washing his hands. He was definitely handsome, wearing some green cargo shorts, a white tank top, and some boots. There was some kind of tattoo on his neck.

Humming to himself, Tsuna turned on the closest sink and washed of the strawberry stain off his hand.

"Are you alright?"

Tsuna looked up to see the foreigner speaking to him. His Japanese was impeccable. Tsuna's lips curled into a smile. "I'm perfectly fine," he said. "Just showing an annoying carrot a little lesson. No biggie."

The man tilted his head. "Annoying carrot? Is that a reference to something?"

Tsuna waved him off. "It's nothing you can worry your pretty head about. Oh, hey." He peered closer at the little white stick hanging out of the man's lips. "Is that a lollipop? What flavor? They have lollipops here? And I thought banana muffins were already good enough."

The man pulled out a red wrench-shaped lollipop. "Cherry."

Tsuna widened his eyes and looked at the candy from every which angle. "What? I've never seen that before! Is it good?"

The man dug in his pockets and fished out a wrapped lollipop, the same one that he had. "Would you like one?"

Tsuna clapped his hands together. "Really?" He tugged the plastic wrapper off and popped the candy in his mouth. The flavor wasn't too sour or sweet. "It's good! Where'd you get it?"

"I made it," the man said, drying his hands off with some paper towels. He handed one to Tsuna, who accepted it with a nod of thanks. "Eating sugar keeps my brain efficient."

"Truer words have never been spoken," Tsuna said solemnly. "My sweet Sugar Angels helped me last through the night and forget about the Devil."

The man immediately perked up. "You're a fan of the Sugar Angels?"

Tsuna raised his hands in the air in mock-celebration. "Yes! Kyoko-chan is so beautiful and Yuni-chan is the most sweetest out of all three! Bluebell-chan is adorable whenever she fights her enemies! All 'you go down with splat!'"

"It was a real shame when they got rid of the mecha suits in season 3."

Tsuna gasped. "I thought I was the only one! Those suits were actually functional!"

The man nodded enthusiastically despite his blank face. "The specs were valid. I wish I could get my hands on the blueprints."

Grinning, Tsuna skipped out of the bathroom with the man trailing behind him. "I never thought I'd actually meet a fan in a depressing place like this," he said, twirling his lollipop over his tongue. "Hey, what's your name?"

The man smiled slightly and stuck out his hand. "Spanner."

Tsuna shook his hand. His fingers were callous and warm against his. "Sora. Pleasure."

An idea suddenly popped in his head. Well, Haru had said that he could sometimes be smart when he actually put in the effort but he liked to think that he was always better than people. Tsuna tugged Spanner behind him and headed for the set. "So, as a fellow fan to another, is there something that you could do for me?"

"That depends," Spanner said, unbothered by the physical contact.

"It will either change your life or ruin it, but I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that I bet on the former."

When Tsuna entered the set, the models were on break. He quickly found Reborn who was reviewing the photos on the camera and headed his way.

"Excuse me," a worker said. "You can't come h—"

Tsuna just brushed past her. "Were you not here for orientation, sweetie? Get with the program."

"S—Spanner?" a guy at the computer said, fixing his glasses. "What's going on?"

Tsuna grinned up at Reborn. "I'm done picking now." Reborn raised a brow. Tsuna gestured at Spanner who just shrugged at his computer friend. "I'll have Lollipops here. Oh"—he pointed at the makeup artist who frowned—"and Pigtails. I guess I'll take Computer Guy too, just 'cause."

Sure, Tsuna was technically bribed to do this but that didn't mean he had to try. (He was still going to kill Reborn though.)

A/N :^D

A few fun facts: "Ukiyo" in Japanese means "the floating world" and "living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life". "Kintsugi" means "the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver and making something broken beautiful" or "taking something imperfect or broken and make it even more beautiful than before".

The stakes are, I guess, a little higher? I was amused to read that you peeps thought Reborn and Tsuna had history but they only met 3 times, haha. Then again, what happened in the last 2 meetings? :^)

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

Have a lovely day~

Little Miss Bunny