Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Warnings: Unbeta'ed/AU
Rating: T-ish because of hints of 'adult matters'
Genres: Romance/Family/a bit of Humor/a tiny bit of Hurt and Comfort
Pairings: main!R27/hinted!8059/implied!6996/implied!3387
Summary: The staff and the Guardians – to name only a few – are sick of seeing Tsuna and Reborn dancing around each other. They are so obviously in love that their obliviousness/denial is painful to look out. One day, they decide to interfere.
A/N: Well, here's another attempt at writing something light and kind of fluffy. As you've noticed, I struggle to not turn anything light into something serious (and usually fail to) and therefore, we have weird one-shots. Anyway, the POV is in third person as usual, but keeps shifting from one to another character, including a named-but-minor!OC.
Hope you'll enjoy nevertheless!
Every member of the Vongola staff has, in some way or another, a particularity. Some have the talent to seemingly vanish from a room, being extremely stealthy and discreet. Others have the uncanny ability to persuade any reluctant guest or any undesired intruder to obey their gentle demands, as long as said individuals aren't too strong-willed. There are also those who have a natural talent in some art of fight or have a very quick mind, foreseeing problems or needs that the estate can suffer from. Of course, some of the staff have been at first normal people –involved in the Mafia or unlucky civilians– who have simply learned that dealing with Vongola requires adaptation above any other qualities and have acted accordingly to both survive and be useful. Since Vongola is more a family than a Family, the members have readily accepted to change.
Point is that no one in Vongola is foolish or blind.
Naturally, the cooks are also included.
The mansion is big enough to require different kitchens. When there isn't any feast or reception or guests to impress, the main and largest kitchen is discarded. Cooks prefer the familiarity of the smaller ones, finding easier to communicate without the need to yell their orders while crossing a ridiculous distance between the chef and the commis chef. They are also located usually in the areas where most of the members are working or passing, offering dynamism and life to the kitchen ambiance, especially when one of the cooks strikes a conversation with a hungry or gluttonous passerby.
Zoé Perdrix or rather, Zia as everyone likes calling her as, is no exception to this. She has celebrated her thirty-something birthday working within the Family, never regretting once despite the chaos associated with the Vongola. After all, they have accepted her without a second thought despite not knowing a thing about her past. They have allowed her to stay, cooking for them and sharing their lives with her. Needless to say, in thirty years she has been there with them, she has witnessed births, deaths, war and treaties, loves and broken hearts. The Tenth Generation isn't an exception, of course.
Zia suffers from insomnia which means she is often up late or very early. Each time, she walks to her kitchen (the one she works in) to prepare hot cocoa or an herbal tea to soothe her nerves, hoping to gain some hours of sleep. Sometimes, someone would already be there or would join her at some point, sharing a little or long chat, sipping their drinks. She has already met all of the Guardians, each Generation included, as well as their Skies. She has yet to meet some of their trusted allies but already knows the Arcobaleno though she still has some difficulty to associate the infants with the adults.
She has been there when Mukuro needed a hot cocoa before confronting his counterpart about their relationship, needing to clear the feelings they held for each other. Later that day, she has found an exotic box containing delicious and unknown teas on her pillow as a gift from Chrome for giving comfort to her now officially boyfriend (or lover, or whatever they call it nowadays).
She has been there when Tsuna has encouraged a nervous Ryouhei to propose to his girlfriend Hana, calmly drinking his fortieth coffee of the day to stay awake for his energetic Sun Guardian who needed him. She has offered him a relaxing tea when his big brother has left, feeling ready and impatient. Tsuna has thanked her with a smile and a brush of soothing Sky Flames, humming in gratitude (she has then promptly overslept, missing her shift to the amusement of her colleagues who knew the reason of her slumber).
She is the first one among the staff Lambo asks to teach him how to make gyoza to impress I-Pin. She finds it adorable but keeps her mouth shut, though considering the amused smiles coming from his surrogate brothers, no one among the Guardians, Tsuna and Reborn is fooled. Though Zia has no idea why he has asked her, a French cook, when there is Lifen, a lovely Chinese cook. It has been worth it however upon seeing the proud and beaming smile on the Lightning's face when I-Pin complimented his hand-made gyoza.
Zia has quite a privileged place among the staff, regularly meeting the Guardians and the Sky, talking with them. She has no shame in acknowledging that she is always delighted to share her new information with her colleagues and friends (more like family). For now, each one of them has their eyes on two pairs, namely Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Reborn.
(Hibari Kyouya isn't even considered, everyone knowing that the aloof Cloud isn't going to be interested in someone in that way anytime soon).
For the formers, bets are going around. An unspoken rule has been added to prevent anyone trying to intervene and push them together. Everyone is simply too curious to know if the Guardians are going to realize by themselves their feelings or if they are going to need help from one of their fellow Guardians or friends.
For the latter, no one really attempts anything. Tsuna is adorable, charming and approachable, but it isn't the Sky the problem. Everyone fears the reaction of the former Sun Arcobaleno if they step out of line. Zia, of course, agrees with the majority and until now, has always kept her thoughts to herself. It changes when she meets Tsuna one night, sighing as he twirls his cup of coffee. His Flames hum soothingly as usual when she enters the kitchen but she feels something is amiss, different. She doesn't say anything at first, simply preparing a hot cocoa for her. She then sits in front of her boss, her mug in her hands.
(Tsuna is Vongola Sky so when something is troubling him, everyone –not only his Guardians– investigates to determine the cause of his distress.)
The silence is broken when Tsuna quietly asks if Zia is alright. She fights back her urge to brush aside his genuine concern to question if he is alright, even if she kind of already knows the answer of her own question. So instead, she accepts to let him talk with her about her, about the Family but not about what keeps him awake and lonely. This time, she doesn't do anything apart from indulging him.
The next time they meet, she is already sipping her herbal tea. She doesn't bother faking her surprise and instead, she stands up despite his protest and promptly makes him the same concoction. He relaxes, inhaling the scent of vervain. He slumps but not quite – the taught lesson that a Boss always stands strong and straight is ingrained in his subconscious – and cradles the mug once it is between his hands. His honey-colored eyes are as lonely as the last time, sadly looking over her shoulder. She doesn't say anything, neither does he, and in the silence, she shamelessly observes him. He doesn't notice, way too used to it from both his Family and any Mafioso he meets. Seeing him there – the picture of tragic loneliness – makes something ache in her chest.
As she looks at him in the secrecy of the night, she knows that he is going to commit the same mistake she has done long ago. And that was a strong no, an absolute refusal from her part. She will not watch her Sky suffer as he lets a foolish misconception hold him back.
She determinedly puts her mug down, purposefully rattling it against the table. Tsuna blinks, startled out of his thoughts and seemingly reminded of her presence, and glances at her in question, soft concern in his eyes.
"May I give a piece of advice, Boss?"
Usually, he would sigh at that and insist to be called Tsuna. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, he straightens instead and gives her his full attention. It would have been intimidating if there wasn't warmth in his eyes. He waves a hand to signal her to carry on.
"Next time you see him, you should kiss him." She suggests bluntly and very seriously.
Tsuna, taken aback, widens his eyes at her straight-forwardness. He wavers between spluttering protests and denying everything in a Yamamoto-like laugh. He settles for a mix of the two.
"I – I don't know what you're talking about, Zia." His smile is weak and nervous, and they both know it.
She raises an eyebrow, utterly unconvinced.
"You've been dancing around each other for years, Boss." She says pointedly. "None of us are blind, except you two apparently."
He blushes at that, mortified. His eyes flick around the room for a moment. He shuts them then and slightly turns away from her.
"If there is any dance, I assure you that I'm the only dancer." He quietly replies. "He is not interested and I don't expect him to be."
She snorts.
"Anyone with half a brain would be interested in you." She states matter-of-factly. "You are one of the kindest and accepting souls I've ever met out there. While gentle, you still possess a strong will which is the main source of your strength. You're devoted to your family and friends, ready to face curses and monsters to save them. How can you not be lovable?"
He is bright red as she ends her diatribe, fidgeting in embarrassment.
"I'm not really like that." He protests. "I'm more stubborn than a mule and most of my decisions are taken because of my selfishness. My tendency to deny problems has caused many to be hurt and –"
"Everyone has faults." She agrees, cutting him off. "No one is perfect and that's all right. Perfection is boring."
Tsuna chuckles at her assertion, not the slightest offended. He sighs then, wistful but resigned.
"Thank you for your concern, Zia, but there's nothing to do." He gives her an affectionate smile. "I am content to have him by my side as a friend. I shouldn't – and won't – ask for more."
Zia watches him leave with narrowed and calculative eyes, swearing that she would see the two of them together even if it's the last thing she does.
That's exactly what she does the following day. She waits for the early-risers to get into the kitchen and starts to persuade them to help her. She knows that some of them – the ones who are way too bold for their own good – are already ready to act. They send her a mischievous smile and leave quickly to spread words and plot among each other. Zia stays where she is, still trying to convince the others to join. She is not surprised when she hears voiced concerns about Reborn's reaction if he was to find out.
"Come on, you know that I'm right." She sighs in exasperation. "How many times have we joked about it? How many have we complained about their blindness? How many times have we imagined ways to finally get them together?"
"That's all that it was!" A maid exclaims. "It was whimsical! It wasn't as if we were going to do it."
"I say, if it's for our Sky's happiness, that we should give it a try." A butler butts in. "After all, Tsuna practically admitted it, no?"
"He probably fears to lose the close friendship they share." Another voice chimes in pensively. "It's the same for Reborn, I think."
"Yeah, considering how he loves his independence, he wouldn't stay with the boss if there wasn't something keeping him here." One of the guards taking a break comments as he sips his coffee.
After that, it takes less than an hour to convince everyone. Everyone leaves for their tasks then, acting as usual to prevent suspicions. Zia puts away the dishes and joins the other cooks to help for breakfast.
The first Guardian to wake up is the Sun, Ryouhei. He is not the first one to eat, tough, choosing to do his exercises before anything else. As he leaves for his jog in the forest surrounding the manor, he nods at the gardeners who wave back. He doesn't notice that they are not so much caring for the flowers than discussing together, debating which ones they could use. They settle for white roses for the first day. Half of them stay in the grounds to take care of the numerous gardens while the other half casually walk towards the garage and take two vehicles to head to town.
When Chrome walks in the room where they all take their breakfast together, she notices instantly the numerous white roses blooming on the table, on windows sills and on every flat surface that can hold a vase. She pauses briefly, wondering if there is a special occasion. It isn't Valentine Day nor a holiday.
"Oya, the maids had fun today." Mukuro comments as he walks in after her. "Is there something special going on today?"
"No." She answers quietly as one of her hands brushes a petal. "I don't sense Flames on them. They're all harmless."
Mukuro takes one of them out of its vase and gives it to Chrome, bowing slightly. She accepts it with a smile and inhales the sweet perfume. The mood is shattered as Gokudera enters and sneezes rather loudly. The Mist rolls his eyes and leads his counterpart at her seat.
"The hell?" The Storm mutters, bewildered.
"Ooooh!" Yamamoto appears almost instantly after, wide eyes gazing at the flowers. "Is today special?"
"Of course not, idiot!" Gokudera snaps at him and goes to sit at the right of the chair at the end of the table. "It's just the maids' whim."
Yamamoto doesn't react at the harsh tone, nodding in agreement. He cheerfully greets the Mists, asking about their night. The three of them start to talk casually, deliberately ignoring Gokudera until he gets his cup of coffee that would soften his mood. Reborn's entry is unnoticed by everyone as the hitman sits at the left of Tsuna's chair, already sipping a cup of coffee that he has taken directly from the kitchen. He doesn't bat an eyelash at the profusion of roses, stoic as ever.
Tsuna's reaction though is unexpected. When he walks in the room, accompanied by Ryouhei and discussing about the progress of a Sun in the potency of his healing Flames, his sentence is left suspended in his surprise. He blinks and to his family's spark of interest, blushes. Mukuro chuckles as he twirls one of the roses, one he has snatched from another vase.
"Are they all for you, Tsunayoshi-kun?"
"Absolutely not." He instantly denies as he goes to his seat. "It's a bit unusual that's all. Don't you find them lovely though?"
Reborn arches an eyebrow at him, unimpressed by his feeble attempt to change conversations. Yamamoto, ever his savior, nods in fake seriousness.
"Yeah, I find them beautiful too." The Rain turns pensive for a bit before he adds. "They remind me of Hayato's hair. It's really a pretty color."
Mukuro snorts openly at that while Gokudera scowls deeply, heat rising on his cheeks. Chrome smiles knowingly at the Storm who, in turn, starts to bicker with Yamamoto. A maid enters then, carrying different dishes, smiling as politely and serenely as ever. She sets the plates down in front of the Mists and the Sun before retreating into the shadows. Another one comes in, along with a sleepy Lambo, to put his and the still arguing pair's breakfasts. The third leaves coffee in front of Reborn and Tsuna who have specifically asked for only drinks. They will eat later after the meeting with the Varia. However, when Tsuna shoots the maids a curious look, silently asking about the flowers, they just smile knowingly at him.
"We simply like expressing our feelings from time to time."
Tsuna barely refrains from gaping at their daring and watches them leave the room with suppressed giggles. Ryôhei stares at them pensively.
"I can take some of them for Hana, right, Tsuna?" He asks as he turns to his Sky.
Tsuna nods distractedly.
"Of course, you're free to take as many as you want." He smiles softly then. "They're a symbol of pure and innocent love, aren't they?"
Even if it is only his staff simultaneously gently mocking him and encouraging him to confess, they can also be taken as their token of appreciation from them.
"Alright, I'll take some to Kyouya." He decides on the spot, grinning at the idea of teasing his Cloud who is in the headquarters for once. "The maids tend to avoid his quarters."
"Unsurprisingly." Gokudera snorts as he gulps down his coffee.
Chrome stays silent, eyeing the way Reborn's fingers have crisped around his cup before relaxing a second later. She takes one look around the room and hides a smile behind her hot chocolate. Finally, someone has decided to act. Maybe she'll lend a hand.
The next day, the white is replaced with pink.
"An innocent love that will deepen into passion." Chrome comments off-handedly when Reborn strolls down a corridor, heading to Tsuna's office, as she passes by him.
He pauses at her words, glancing at the flowers before watching her walking away as quiet as a ghost. She is wearing a rose in her hair, pink lost in purple. He resumes his walk then, dismissing the moment.
They are all surprised by the turquoise roses that appear next, all expecting red. It is in the dinner room where there is only Reborn, Lambo, Yamamoto and Chrome that the Mist points her fork towards a nearby vase. The hitman already knows what is coming and takes a sip of his wine.
"Do you know how you can interpret turquoise roses, Lambo?"
The Lightening blinks and shakes his head.
"There is no connotation to love with these ones." She explains as softly as usual. "However, they suggest that transformation and change is necessary to live fully. One can't expect that a status quo is enough to bring happiness."
Yamamoto twirls pensively his knife in his hand, watching the sharp blade glinting in the sunlight. Chrome shoots a discreet look at Reborn who is unreadable as ever. She is not frustrated though, bidding her time. Lambo frowns, sensing that there is something else involved but can't pinpoint it. He gives up though when nothing happens.
Next and last is a bouquet. In the profusion of dark red and blue, there were two orange and one single yellow standing out with their stems being longer than the others'. Reborn stops short at the sight, narrowing his eyes. He instantly spots Chrome standing near a window, gazing at the clouds. It is early enough for them to see Ryouhei beginning his laps. One of the butlers sees them standing motionless in the corridor and hesitates, wondering if he shouldn't disappear into a room instead of walking straight into the heavy atmosphere surrounding the Mist and the Sun. Noticing the bouquet in Chrome's hands, he wisely decides to avoid the looming storm by stepping into whatever room was near to him – consequently discovering a dusty study that they have forgotten to clean apparently, so caught up in their plots.
In the corridor, Chrome picks out a dark rose.
"I always find bouquets very meaningful." She begins, ignoring the intimidating form a few feet away from her. "This one represents deep passion, of course, but particularly a very deep love with life-commitment." She takes out the blue. "That's for mystery and enchantment, a love for someone deemed unattainable and complex to understand. My favorites are these two, though." She brushes orange and yellow petals. "The orange has a close meaning with red roses since it evokes fascination and pure passion for the beloved but it is also compatible with the yellow in their sincerity to begin anew, to start a journey in life with the one who received them."
She tilts her head towards Reborn, the very picture of innocent curiosity. His hat is low on his face, hiding his expression and more importantly, his eyes. She is aware that she is pushing a limit that she shouldn't touch. However, she doesn't resist the urge to tease him a little bit more. He has a mission anyway that requires his leave for a few days. She will worry for the consequences later. Her body seemingly dissolves as she asks.
"Don't you think so too?"
She has disappeared without waiting for an answer, leaving behind her an orange rose and a yellow one interlaced on the sill.
The cooks take advantage of Reborn's absence to tease their boss during meals. He has also received off-handed and out of the blue comments about the language of flowers these past few days from the butlers. He is not surprised by the appearance of forget-me-not everywhere in the manor as he walks to the breakfast room. He greets with a smile his already sitting Storm and Rain, inseparable as ever, and sits down. Chrome isn't there, for once, neither is her partner. Hibari has already left for Japan after saying that Tsuna should get his act together – in not so many words but the meaning is there – and reluctantly taking gifts back for his mother and Lambo who will soon return to Japan for school. The Lightening is still sleeping though, enjoying his last days of summer holidays.
Tsuna watches with resigned amusement as a maid puts down his plate of pancakes. By the mischievous glint in her eyes, he knows that whatever they are doing is not over. He thanks her and looks down to see that a message has been written with the chocolate syrup.
'Tell him'
He arches an eyebrow at the lack of subtlety and recognizes Zia's touch. He doesn't say anything though and just shakes his head fondly. The messages continue all week, varying from 'Confess' to 'Kiss him'. While they were continuously coming, the staff is aware that they can't tease their boss during meetings or when members of non-close Families came for whatever reasons. Though, the presence of the Shimon and Millefiore don't count.
Enma watches as a mortified Tsuna promptly spreads the syrup to erase the words from a particularly bold cook before anyone can read them. He just looks at his best friend, waiting patiently. When Tsuna explains as vaguely as possible the situation, he takes on a contemplative stance.
"You know, I kind of agree with them."
"Not you too!" Tsuna groans and bangs his head on the table in despair, avoiding his plate.
"Sorry but I'm not sorry." Enma replies with amusement. "Even though they're using an unusual method, they're right. You are both in love with each other but you're so afraid that you won't do anything. If it's already painful for us to watch, I can't imagine what it is for you."
Tsuna rolls his eyes and gets up. Enma imitates him and they walk towards the main study where their Guardians are already gathered.
"It's sweet of them." Tsuna acknowledges on their way, choosing to ignore his best friend's comment. "It shows that they care about us."
"That's because you treat them as friends, family, and this love that you share with them is returned ten folds."
Tsuna smiles before scrunching up his nose.
"That was so cheesy."
"We'll keep it a secret." Enma promises as they reach the door of the study. "We don't need to give more ammunition to our friends."
"Too true." Tsuna agrees.
They open to find Flames bursting from rings, laughs and yells, as the Guardians behave like the eight-year-old they are – around their Sky and Earth at least. It is with an exasperated but fond sigh that the two dive into the fray to calm them down.
The messages stop at Reborn's return. He doesn't blink at the bouquet of asters and white carnations and walks determinedly to Tsuna's office. The Sky is currently dealing with several reports from Vongola territories, checking surety and any shady and forbidden business. He is frowning when Reborn waltzes in, already speaking with Gokudera on the phone.
"No, just ask Dino-nii about the Cavallone's east territory. It's not our right to interfere but I suspect that whatever is seeping into ours comes from there."
He glances up to see Reborn and offers him a bright and welcoming smile.
"Ah, I have forgotten about that." Tsuna bites his lower lip. "It would be best to directly ask Romario then. He knows enough to help us and Dino-nii can finish his business without worrying about us. He'll be informed soon enough anyway."
He listens to Gokudera as his eyes scan another paper.
"Thanks, Hayato." He concludes as he puts away an entire file into the 'In Progress' space. "Don't forget to eat though, okay?"
He only hangs up after squeezing out a promise. Tsuna then turns all his attention to Reborn who hands him his report.
"They're not anything to worry anymore." The hitman says as he watches the brunet reads the file. He knows Tsuna for long enough to spot lingering regrets in his expression. "It needed to be done. I would have done it either way." He adds, offering words of comfort that will be heard but not entirely believed.
Despite accepting the mantle of Decimo, Tsuna still struggles to come to term with all the implications. His decision to change the Mafia is upsetting many Families and therefore, Reborn has to deal with numerous threats in the only way they understand: with a bullet between the eyes. Tsuna knows it and understands it, but he has yet to fully accept it. Somehow, Reborn knows that Tsuna won't really, no matter how his family wishes him to. It is as good a sign as a disastrous one. It will either help him keep his principles and therefore ultimately bring success in his attempt to reform the Underworld, or it will eat him alive.
"I know." Tsuna sighs as he puts the file down.
Reborn glances at the flowers on the window sill, reminded of an issue that has yet to be handled.
"I have an idea." He announces with a lazy wave towards the plants.
Tsuna tilts his head inquisitively.
"Let's give them what they want."
Zia pauses as she opens the door of the kitchen she always uses when she is struck by insomnia. She glimpses sight of her boss blushing up a storm, pressed against the counter, a cup of tea behind him, wide eyes glancing at Reborn who is leaning forward, fedora tilted to hide his face as he whispers sinful or sweet nothings in his Sky's ears. She quietly closes the door as she retreats in the corridor. She can use the kitchen later or better yet, she can go to another one, one that is in another aisle. She walks away, humming softly in victorious satisfaction, pleased beyond words. She can't wait to tell the others. A smile curls her lips.
At least, they won't commit the same mistake as she did long ago.
Tsuna pauses, eyes flickering to the now closed door.
"It worked." He whispers, a bit bewildered by how easy it has been. "She left."
Expecting Reborn to withdraw, he is startled when the hitman shifts to stare at him from beneath the shadow of his fedora. Tsuna resists the urge to swallow, his throat suddenly dry, at the smoldering dark eyes locked with his.
"R-Reborn?" He calls out softly in confusion, mildly embarrassed by the stutter.
He wets his lips in confusion and catches the taste of Reborn's cologne on his tongue, heady and slightly metallic. It instantly reminds him of the hitman as he poses with his cocked gun, an arrogant smirk on his features. Reborn's eyes follow the way the tongue darts out of Tsuna's mouth with a darkening gaze before trailing down at the bobbing Adam apple when the Sky swallows. Fire sparks in their veins at the realization of their increasing desire threatening to burst out of their tight control. Tsuna flickers his eyes around the room, trying to ignore how close Reborn is, how drawn he is to his warmth and how his attention keeps returning to the appearing sinful smirk. An urgency flows in his limbs and he doesn't know if it's to escape or to reach for who he has been yearning for years.
Reborn shifts again, taking the decision for him and successfully trapping Tsuna's smaller form against the counter and himself, palms flat on the cold metallic surface. Their chests press together and they can feel their hearts beating wildly and in sync. Tsuna's breath hitches, dilated and blazing eyes locked with Reborn's. For a timeless moment, they freeze in their position. Tsuna is terrified, too terrified to take the step that will change everything, terrified to lose this precious friendship he has developed and preserved for years, terrified to lose this because he wasn't able to control his lust, longing and yearning, because his love has been too strong to stay concealed.
He can't bear the thought of loss, especially when it is Reborn that is involved. They can still turn back and pretend that nothing has happened. The idea saddens him and he's already mourning the 'could have been' as he instantly decides it is the best solution. His gaze turns pleading, mouthing silent – because he can't say them aloud – words.
His show of vulnerability – rare nowadays and painfully unsettling – is enough for Reborn to soften his eyes, letting sweeter but contractively more intense emotions swirl in them. One of his hands reaches to cup Tsuna's right cheek while his left forefinger firmly presses against bitten lips to stop the unspoken plea. When Tsuna pauses, as enraptured as Reborn is and breathless, Reborn lets his thumb trace his bottom lip.
"We're not losing anything, not now and not ever."
It's impossible but spoken with stubborn determination, unwilling to listen to reason. He seals his promise with a gentle kiss. Something settles down in Tsuna and he sighs – in relief, in joy, in happiness – as he closes his eyes and completely surrenders to Reborn.
It doesn't take long for their hunger and impatience to take over, after too many years refraining from even thinking about it, and make their embrace less sweet, less comforting to something more heated, barely letting them hold back enough to stumble into the nearest unused bedroom and sealing the door shut behind them.
"We'll need to thank them." Tsuna remarks idly later as he traces insignificant patterns on Reborn's skin.
Reborn tightens his arms around him to bring him closer. Tsuna shifts to accommodate and prevent his arm from being stuck in an uncomfortable position. As a result, he is nestled against the hitman. He certainly doesn't complain though. He is sleepy, keeping awake by sheer willed stubbornness.
"Sleep, Tsuna." Reborn orders him, knowing him too well. "You can do that later."
Tsuna huffs at him for dumping the task on just him but he can't say he's surprised, rather amused. His smile is still on his lips as he drifts to sleep without him noticing, warm and comforted in Reborn's possessive embrace.
A/N: I don't know a single thing about the language of flowers, so everything about it comes from the ever helpful web.
Thanks for reading and don't hesitate to point out any mistake (or just to tell me that it wasn't too cringe-worthy)!
See you next time~