Rewritten: April 13, 2018

His head hurt. He sat up in his bed, an hour or so left until his alarm clock went off, he noticed. Dust particles danced through the air and led his eyes to his messy bedroom floor.

Tsuna's room wasn't always messy, since he would get those occasional feelings of discontent that would push him to clean.

Like now. He stood with a small amount of determination, even as the pleasant lull of a quiet morning stirred a tranquility and peace in his mind. He felt the urge to hum, so hum he did.

His brown hair bounced with each step, his eyes soft and content. His clothes were all hung, his red-stained papers were stacked neatly in his desk drawer, and his manga was organized by volume and preference. He went over to his bed to pull up the sheets, tugging the corners of his covers to the edges of his bed, fluffing his pillows and arranging them tenderly.

He could not hear his mother's cooking, as she was still laying in bed, not to wake early for her boy who never had enough time for breakfast. A meager piece of toast would usually be his only food until lunch, which often got stolen.

Seeing his room satisfactorily tidy, Tsuna felt a bit proud of himself.

He looked towards the clock, idly reading the time. He still had around 45 minutes until he had to leave.

Tsuna walked down the stairs slowly, gaining understanding of each individual step and speeding up as he descended. For the first time in eleven years, he had gone down the stairs in under three minutes, without falling. His eyes lit up.

Making his way into the kitchen, he felt himself smile as birdsong danced in his ears like a lovely melody.

He pulled out a pan and some utensils.

He timed his movements to the ticking of the clock, his cooking almost like a performance.

The brunette grabbed some plates once he finished making the food, fried eggs and toast. He poured two glasses of milk, placed one beside the second plate and placed them on the table. He packed up some extra food he had prepared for his lunch, placing it in an uninteresting-looking bag.

He ate his breakfast leisurely, the morning light resting upon his face through the window, like a caress, or a soft kiss.

He ended his meal not too long after starting it, then washed everything up.

His nose scrunched up when his shirt had little splotches of water, the feeling mildly discomforting.

Doing his best to keep the fabric from making unnecessary contact with his skin, he made his way upstairs to change into his school uniform.

Passing by his mother's room after dressing, he paused. Tsuna made his way into her room and stood beside her bed. Light barely filtered through the curtains, muted brightness allowing him to see his mother's sleeping face nestled into fluffy pillows.

A small smile rose rose on his lips. He leaned down as he brought his hands to his knees and carefully kissed her cheek.

"Love you, Mom." He whispered, pulling the blanket a bit higher to cover her shoulders.

He closed the door gently behind him, leaning down to grab his school bag beforehand headed off.

Tsuna's good mood had somehow yet to disappear, even as he walked through the gates of Hell.

His gaze wasn't on the floor for the first time in a long while. The sun made his eyes glimmer as he set a small goal for himself, an amber-gold color shimmering into existence within their usually dull depths.

Tsuna walked over to his locker, but the sound of steps coming towards him caught his attention. He turned just as the other stopped.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi."

He blinked slowly at the figure that easily loomed over him. The brunet shifted his weight and locked one of his knees to keep from falling over.

He opened his mouth to stutter out an acknowledgement, but his stammering was halted before it even left his throat as Hibari Kyoya stepped close to him, leaning down the slightest bit as he adjusted Tsuna's tie.

"You weren't late, for once. I have corrected your appearance, but do not expect such leniency in the future."

Tsuna nodded, eyes never leaving Hibari's face, which still remained in close proximity.

"Next time," A smirk, predatory and wicked, spread the lips of the prefect. "I'll bite you to death."

Tsuna felt a bit dizzy as his locked knees cut off his breath support. Not to mention holding his breath and attempting to quell an anxiety attack pushing his winded state into a worse condition.

Dazed, the brunet made his way to class after slowly changing his shoes, still not stumbling as he ambled through the hallways.

Luckily, his good mood returned once his brain reworked itself to forget all about what had just happened.

That encounter was honestly a good way to sum up many occurrences in his life: he thinks everything is okay, something happens that should have been good, but, overall ends with him terrified.

Don't get him started on the whole, "Not-Mafia Academy" shenanigans that ensued once he arrived home that day.