A/N: whooo 2 updates in ONE DAY? IS THE WORLD ABOUT TO END? /GASP
Hibari considers himself an early riser rather than punctual.
Calling him punctual would mean he would actually attend to activities that does not concern him. Which he never does, and if he ever were to show up it wasn't the earliest. He considers it a pain so he'd rather just take his time making himself presentable then come in late, making sure his entrance was grand, just to divert their attention all on him.
He likes attention, you see.
Another thing he likes is his school. Namimori.
He used to be attached so very dear to Namimori Elementary back when he was but a wee little bird, still learning to use his teeny tiny wings and sharpening his teeth to bite herding herbivores, but then he grew up and got bored with little children so he moved to Namimori Middle, rather finding the new environment way better than the last since the herbivores flocking in his new territory were bigger and more challenging.
Though like before, that didn't last.
So here he is, in Namimori High. Trying to fnd the thrill again.
He wonders how long he'll last this time. Herbivores are getting more and more boring as they get older after all but the younger ones were too weak. They break too easily for Hibari so its rather tedious than enjoyable when he plays with them.
He sighs through his paperwork and decides that that's enough for now. He proceeds to tap his pen on the desk, a hand coming up to cup his cheek and he thinks.
That was when he notices a tuft of brown head emerge from the door. Brown eyes peeking at his office before making a noise of surprise.
"O-oh, sorry, I'm just looking around…"
For some reason, Hibari felt generous that day. Instead of shooting first, asking questions later, he just peers into the other's eyes, notices how brown it is but turns a few shades brighter-like amber-upon exposure to light.
"Oh?" He simply says, asking-not demanding-for an elaboration (because he is feeling generous) then motions his free hand to tell the stranger that he's allowing him entrance.
He was quite shocked, to be honest when the other just enters the office, a hand following behind him to close the door and proceeds to stand in front of his desk, looking down to where he sat in his desk. He didn't invite him to sit, so he just stood, unlike most who will welcome themselves in and sit in the chair right next to his desk, as if they needn't ask for his permission.
They were bitten to death accordingly, of course, but the thought still counts. Herbivores are so ignorant and full of themselves. Doesn't know how to act in front of a superior being like him, a carnivore.
So Hibari deems him acceptable, and he says, still letting him stand, "Your name? I've never seen you before in my school grounds."
The stranger appeared to get flustered by this, still clueless at the hint Hibari dropped. Scratching a cheek with a forefinger as he keeps eye contact though, he replies, "That's probably because I'm new here. Literally my first day of school."
Silence.
Hibari was about to ask again for his name, when the other suddenly cuts in, "Sawada. Sawada Tsunayoshi, a freshman."
A hand was offered to him, which he only stared at.
It took a while before Sawada finally gets the message and pulls back, awkward limbs and all, smiling and laughing shakily. The room is cold, Hibari is aware due to his AC being on but Sawada is sweating. Beads forming in his forehead.
Poor thing must be nervous. That's good. Instinctively he knows he's not someone to go against with.
"Uh, sorry, but can I ask your name?" A question of who and why he is alone in an office this early in the morning was left unsaid, but Hibari can hear it loud and clear in Sawada's voice anyway.
So he indulges, since he's asking so nicely. It's rare to see polite people these days unless they see his tonfas out after all.
"Hibari Kyoya. President of the Disciplinary Committee."
"Hibari," Sawada says as he nods in acknowledgement. Tasting the word in his mouth and deems it good enough. Normally he gets angry when people drop the –san, but eh, why not an excemption?
"Tsunayoshi, huh?" he muses, motions his hand towards the chair by his desk. Thinks Sawada earned the honors.
There is no eagerness when Sawada-Tsunayoshi-moved to sit, feet closed together and hands tucked in between. Very little space he makes for himself, to appear smaller or sophisticated, he's not sure.
"Please, Tsuna is fine."
Head still propped by a hand, elbow resting on the desk's surface, he turns his head to stare harmlessly wide-eyed at Tsunayoshi, wondering, "Why? Don't you like' Tsunayoshi'?"
There was uncertainty in those eyes as Tsunayoshi appears to squint, Hibari thought he'll avoid eye-contact but was taken aback again when he didn't, "Uh, that's just, er…"
"I like it."
"Oh."
Tsunayoshi just blinks at his straightforwardness, Hibari lets him be because no one really could handle how painfully honest he is. That's just the way he is, he supposes. He hates beating around the bush after all, ironically enough.
"Okay, then. Tsunayoshi it is. I don't mind." A shrug.
Hibari watches Tsunayoshi squirm beneath his gaze, obviously uncomfortable with how open he is with expressing his interest at this new thing, his piercing eyes following how those hands move to wipe at his forehead, then nervously wipe them in his trousers.
All throughout the ordeal he never noticed Tsunayoshi avoid eye-contact, eyes trained on his as his was. He finds that intriguing, since no one has managed to do it before without wetting their pants and all other disgusting things he'd rather not elaborate at the moment. He wouldn't want to associate that with Tsunayoshi's face after all.
He glances at the time, and says, "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for class now, Tsunayoshi?" He really likes how his name rolls in his tongue and finds every opportunity to say it.
"H-huh?" More blinking, then, "Oh! You're right, I…should get going now huh?"
Why are you asking me? His face must've said when Tsunayoshi rushed to stand up, dusting off imaginary dust in his trousers. Hibari felt somewhat offended since he's sure his office is spick and span. A hand was about to be offered to him, when it stops half-way and he hears Tsunayoshi make some noise at the back of his throat, a sound of surprise, maybe. The hand lowers and Hibari thinks he's starting to actually like this kid if he could easily learn his lessons very well. He likes obedient things.
Then on a whim he stands up, surprising Tsunayoshi as he steps back.
Hibari tells him, "I'll walk you to your room, you probably don't know where it is, do you?"
At this, Tsunayoshi relaxes, hands moving to rest at his back as he nods, grateful at the generosity. He should be, really.
"Uh, yeah. Thank you." Tsunayoshi nods his head, a signal for Hibari to lead the way.
Leading the way Hibari did.
E/N: nah I'm just filled with feelings because I'm actually not feeling well, I think my sugar got too low so I'm recovering
And seriously, this has been on my mind (the entire fic, actually) for a very long time and its nice to finally let it go
/kills the accidental frozen reference
another thing: I hate how ff ruins my format :T
another another thing: keep the nice reviews coming they're pumping me up rigHT NOW