Imagination.
Lambo, I-pin, and Fuuta rushed to show Tsuna their drawings of him, and Tsuna duly complimented them all on their artwork, even Lambo's picture of a flying tuna drinking all the world's oceans.
Father.
The term 'father' no longer brought only feelings of anger, disappointment, and sadness for Tsuna, but a firm and resolute sounding voice stating that Tsuna would never fail.
Responsible.
The guardians all froze when they came into the meeting room and saw Tsuna with a bright, cheerful smile and seven stacks of bills in front of him labeled with their names.
Potatoes.
"A potato," answered Yamamoto, because he was certain that if Tsuna were to be any vegetable, it would be a potato, because it was delicious, plain-looking, and sometimes surprising.
Options.
Mukuro found that he currently had two options: immediately destroy the Vongola and everyone associated with it and take care of the problem or tease the Vongola Decimo for being Chrome's first crush.
Chocolate.
By the time the girls in Namimori realized that all the chocolate that they had given Yamamoto and Gokudera had ultimately made its way toward Tsuna, some couldn't decide whether they were offended or glad while the rest were in utter ecstasy that Sawada Tsunayoshi had eaten their chocolate.
Sea.
A part of Tsuna dreaded the day his familigia would ask for another day at the seaside, but he didn't need to worry; none of them liked the sea any more than he did.
Telephone.
Reborn threw the cell phone at Tsuna's face which Tsuna barely caught in time to keep from breaking his nose; the surprised student did manage to say a quick thank you before Reborn disappeared.
Ears.
Mukuro spoke in whispers, Chrome in stuttering murmurs, and Yamamoto in a casual volume, Lambo in a loud whine, Gokudera in a demanding thunderous tone, and Ryohei in a deafening, earsplitting boom; as soon as any of the sounds reached Tsuna's ears, a grin would stretch between them.
Name.
For years, the term Dame-Tsuna had made Tsuna flinch inwardly, for all that he had grown used to the insult, but then a baby came and now the name made him flinch outwardly.
Home.
When the Bovino boss finally called him back, Lambo gave a good reasonable excuse why he couldn't return: he was already home.
Death.
A bad side effect of the dying will bullet is that Tsuna slowly became apathetic towards dying and gained an unhealthy disregard for his own life.
Nightmare.
Gokudera didn't care what the stupid neighbors and Namimori police thought as he climbed the side of the Sawada residence; he needed to see his boss breathing.
Touch.
As Mukuro ruffled Sawada Tsunayoshi's hair on impulse, he was pleased though not all together surprised that the brunette did not flinch or reel back in disgust.
Weakness.
Anyone with sense knew that Sawada Tsunayoshi's compassion wasn't his weakness, but his strength.
Tears.
Whenever the Decimo's brown eyes glistened, the nearby men or women in Vongola and sometimes outside it would plot the untimely demise of the cause.
Game.
Yamamoto knew it wasn't a game the first time he had bled protecting Tsuna, but he continued to pretend because he wanted to protect more than just Tsuna's life.
Window.
After six months of careful saving, Tsuna had enough money to replace the window in his office and decided to celebrate by throwing the next guardian that recklessly destroyed Vongola property and multiplied the paperwork on his desk through the large pane of bullet proof glass.
Break.
Tsuna and Xanxus came to an agreement once to switch offices for one week; when Tsuna suggested they do it again, Xanxus sent two bullets towards the brat.
Mythical.
Everyone in class 3-C turned to stare at Ryohei as he declared loudly that he believed in angels because he had EXTREMELY met one; when a known smart aleck asked what the angel looked like, Ryohei exclaimed that he looked like his little sister. No one asked anything after that, though more than one wondered why the boxer had said "he" and not "she."
Freedom.
As time passed, Tsuna remembered less and less of the time where he could leave school at whatever time he wanted, wake up at almost any time he wished, and generally do whatever he wanted without interruption, but then again he didn't care to remember it.
Life.
Nana did enjoy having a house filled with noises and voices and movement, but she found herself smiling more because her son was suddenly filled with these things too.
Taste.
Haru blushed as she dared take a lick of Tsuna-san's ice cream, but then Lambo demanded a lick too, followed by I-pin and Fuuta, and soon all of Tsuna-san's ice cream was gone before the future mafia boss even got to taste it.
Punch.
As Tsuna rubbed his cheek, he silently wished that his cloud guardian was less violent when worried.
Pain.
Tsuna threw himself at Xanxus, at Byakuran, at Daemon again and again because no matter how much pain or anguish he was in, it was nothing compared to the one he had lived with before he met his family and he wasn't going back to it.