Wood.
Tsuna wondered, as he often did, why the Vongola boss got such a beautiful carved desk when he never saw it under the eternal curse that was paperwork.
Hero.
When Lambo refused to show his essay on his favorite superhero, Tsuna gave the nine-year-old a confused but understanding smile; the timid brunette was the only one in his family that didn't know that the essay was about him.
Memory.
"I was remembering," said Tsuna with a sad gaze fixed on the sandbox, making his right hand man finger his dynamite and his rain guardian tighten his grip on his sword while both wished for an encounter with those memories.
Box.
Tsuna set aside the orange box and thanked Giannini for his hard work even though he planned to never open it; Natsu was a lion and they tended to be territorial.
Run.
Looking at the explosions ahead of him, Tsuna couldn't help but wonder when exactly he had started running towards danger instead of away.
Hurricane.
Taking in the broken plaster and ash filled hole that used to be an ally's former hideout, Tsuna wondered why his father had chosen such a stormy cloud to be his guardian.
Unnecessary.
On the third Sunday of June, Reborn gazed at an antique K98 Rifle as his student left the room without explaining the reason for the gift.
Mask.
Upon seeing Reborn with his new rifle, Iemitsu congratulated Reborn on a job well done.
Wings.
For some reason, after meeting Byakuran, Tsuna never pictured angels with wings.
Cold.
"I'm cold, Tsuna-san," said Haru just to have his coat around her shoulders again.
Drink.
One would think that Tsuna would have learned that women with predatory smiles and cups in their hands were dangerous after meeting Bianchi, but the lesson never really sank in until he was dragging his drugged guardians home from his first real mafia party where only years of being the lone drinker of Bianchi's eggnog had saved him from suffering the same fate.
Relate.
"I'm not lying, Lambo," said Fuuta frustrated, "the ranking planet really doesn't even consider Tsuna-nii on the meanest persons in the world ranking!"
Young.
No one ever told Tsuna that he had once been struck by a malfunctioning 10-year-bazooka, because even Hibari could not speak of the incident without a sudden urge to tear apart Namimori to find the reason for those tears and bruises.
Midnight.
"Hey, Dame-Tsuna."
"What Reborn?"
"It's your birthday now."
Temptation.
Sometimes, Mukuro considered actually taking up Tsunayoshi's offer to join them for dinner.
View.
At the age of seven, Tsuna stared up at the sky as he lay strewn on the ground with no strength to get up and thought that the sky might become his friend since it was lonely too; at the age of fifteen as he once again lay without the strength to get up, he glanced up at the sky and knew that the sky didn't need him as a friend because it wasn't lonely at all.
Music.
By the end of the first line of the song, Tsuna was surprised that he was both still on his feet and actually enjoying the dance.
Silk.
Chrome never knew what to do when she slept in the Vongola mansion, at least not until Tsuna handed her a set of cotton sheets.
Cover.
Kusakabe handed in Hibari's mission report, Tsuna thanked Kusakabe for bringing it, and Kusakabe would leave so that the figure lurking outside the window could come in and fill in the details.
Dream.
The only time Tsuna dared disturb Reborn's sleep was in the middle of the night when the bubble was replaced by a grimace.
Talent.
As he held her hand and helped her make crepes for her master, I-pin was glad she had learned that Tsuna-nii could cook as good as Mamma; it was their secret.
Candle.
After his first date, Ryohei knew two very important things about romantic evenings: girls did not want them to be extreme and Tsuna made an extreme candle.
King.
"Reborn! Why am I the queen?"
"Because a good boss can never be as powerless as the king, Dame-Tsuna."
Blur.
"Come with us!"
Those words made Uni's world blurry and clear at the same time.
Learn.
As Tsuna tentatively smiled at the white-haired man, Reborn resisted the urge to violently knock some sense into his student; it wouldn't work.
Silence.
When Dino walked into a silent Vongola mansion, he immediately turned around and told Romario to drive back to the Cavallone estate because it was too dangerous to meet with his little bro today; Dino didn't want to make the same mistake as last time and ignore the warning that came with the dead silence. His little bro rarely lost his temper, but it was best to stay out of his way when he did.
Fire.
Of all the things Tsuna had ever been afraid of, fire had never been one of them, and the first time he wore his gloves, he realized why.
Intoxicated.
One of these days, MM promised herself as Tsuna once again refused the glass she offered him, she would see the Vongola Decimo drunk.
Strength.
"Tsuna's weakness is his greatest strength," said Kyoko smiling at Tsuna's new redheaded friend.
Journey.
"How was your trip?"
Images of a bloodied pair of tonfas aimed at his head, illusionary UMAs chased by a bright-eyed bomber, several yellow bullets whizzing inches from his eyes, a sword and fist meeting in earnest, and a giant hole in the airplane hull danced in a flurry across his mind but suddenly stopped when Tsuna noticed a glimmer of guilt in the otherwise calm, old eyes.
"It was fine, Grampa."