Two Pair
Knight's Call
"Are you okay?" Nozaru questioned, slamming the car door shut behind him as he rushed up the sidewalk to where Bluebell was sitting on the curb.
He felt his heart break when he saw the mascara tear treks on her cheeks and the small silver heels dangling from her hand. She looked so pale and fragile and unlike the Bluebell he knew.
Bluebell kicked her pair feet against the road, the soles of her feet blackened by the tar, and murmured, "I should have listened to Lambo when he told me not to go."
"You weren't in the wrong for wanting to spite the boy you love," Nozaru assured, settling next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're in the wrong for doing in with a jerk."
"I know, I know it's just..." Bluebell let out a frustrated groan. "Lambo is always flaunting around with those girls on his arm like he gets some kind of sick pleasure from making me want to cut our allies into sashimi. I just wanted to know if he would feel the same way."
"He would. He was upset about you going out tonight, you know that." Nozaru nuzzled against her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple because this was Bluebell. They were siblings as much Lambo and Ipin, had to be to get through the whispers of how the Giglo Nero and Millefiore had managed to worm their into the Vongola's inner circle so quickly. "You just need to give Lambo a bit of time. He's always been a bit stupid."
She let out a bitter laugh as she slumped against him, "Tell me about it."
E/n: Don't even talk to me about Lambo and Bluebell because in my head they will for the rest of their lives dance around each other. They will date and they will break up and they will date again. They will always be together even when people think they aren't.