Aeolian
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Hibari
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When Sawada wakes up, Hibari has them three towns over, seated within another stolen vehicle.
Regardless of what Fon said, they could hardly remain in that town any longer, to do so would be the height of stupidity. His uncle was a smart man, he would be able to find them.
And while a small part of Hibari's mind wishes that the man would fail so they could get back on their own, Hibari is well aware that their chances of getting back on their own are minuscule.
The steering wheel is still warm to the touch, his hands having been sliding back and forth across its surface for the past few hours. It won't be long until they have to stop, given that the truck is swiftly running out of gas, but Hibari will keep pushing it until there is no other choice.
After that, they'd have the get on a bus or train or something, just so the enemy couldn't track them down by the car registration plate again. At least, that's how Hibari assumed they'd been found.
"Ah, H-Hibari-kun?"
The road is just a straight out drive now, so Hibari turns his attention to the girl whom until moments ago, had been fast asleep in the passenger seat.
Large, drowsy brown eyes blink up at him in confusion, before Sawada snaps into a state of alertness, head swinging around as she tries to take everything in at once.
"Good morning," Hibari drawls sarcastically, lips twisting up in a mockery of a smile when Sawada swings round to outright stare at him in surprise.
He returns his gaze to the road, but the weight of Sawada's stare remains on his form, a lingering cloud that refuses to disperse. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about that, is it does not bother him, doesn't have his instincts crawling up the walls and twitching.
No, Sawada's eyes on him feels completely natural, and Hibari realises he's come to trust the girl. Well, she can clearly handle herself, looking back on the mayhem that occurred some hours ago.
"What were those flames, Sawada."
"Y-you can call me Tsuna, Hibari-kun."
The new way she addresses him is strange, Hibari muses, but appropriate. After all, they have just fought for their lives and freedom alongside one another. Regardless-
"Omnivore, the flames."
She repeats the term of address beneath her breath, even as she puzzles over his question. Well, it is rather appropriate. Sawada has the potential to be a carnivore, yet conforms to the standard behaviour of a herbivore. It is only correct to address her by that title.
"I don't know, Hibari-kun... I think I used them before, once when I was a kid. But I always thought that was a dream... Until today."
Hibari makes a noise in the back of his throat, uncapping the top of the water bottle and pouring more of the cool liquid down his throat. While the southern half of the USA is cooler than Mexico, it's not cool enough, the prefect decides. The air conditioning in the truck doesn't work, so Hibari had forcibly rolled down the stiff windows, the air neither cool nor warm as it howls through the openings.
"So you know nothing of them."
Not a complete surprise, given Sawada didn't have a clue what her father did for a living, but still, disappointing.
"No," she murmurs quietly, chewing on her lip, and the action draws his attention for a second too long, "but if it protected me like that, I should probably learn how to use them."
That was an ideal Hibari could agree with.
They catch a bus ride that almost doubles back on their previous path, just taking them east of their previous location.
It seems like a smart idea, Hibari muses, as they sit side by side on the bus. Sawada is much more awake now, bright eyes taking in the landscape as if she'll never get to see such things again. Though he doesn't miss the way her gaze keeps flickering over to look at him.
Why, he's not sure.
They are now on amiable terms, she shouldn't feel the need to constantly look over her shoulder, to keep him within her sights, as prey does predator.
But, her searching glances are not like that at all.
No, Sawada looks like she has a question. Not one she is brave enough to ask though, it is one that sits and simmers in the hollow of her chest, burning warm enough that those nearby can tell something isn't quite right.
As the bus rattles to a stop, Hibari nudges Sawada with the tip of his elbow, jolting the girl from her sightseeing.
The sun has long since dipped beneath the horizon, plunging them into the darkness of night, lit only by the weak moon, given how the streetlights have drowned out the stars.
Hibari misses his home, the lack of light pollution meant he could lay atop the roof and stare up into the endless sea of twinkling lights, letting their lazy flickers taunt him into a welcoming sleep.
The two of them stumble up the stairs after purchasing another room, adrenaline having long since fled from their systems. It is a significant step up from the hovel back in Mexico, but once again, it houses only one bed.
Dropping their bags by the door, Hibari goes checking through the complementary biscuits, which should be enough to tide them over until Fon arrives.
Sawada's already making use of the bathroom, leaving Hibari free to lay out on the bed and just relax for a few seconds.
It is as safe a place as they will be able to find for them to rest the night, and Hibari goes about kicking off his shoes.
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The sensation of safety persists for half of the night, before a rough knock on the door startles the two of them from their sleep.
For a moment, the two of them just lay there, not quite in the same situation they had during Mexico, but certainly lying closer to one another than they had been before going to sleep.
Sawada sits up, the collar of his shirt sliding down one shoulder, brown hair falling in front of her eyes as she tries to figure out just what that noise means.
Hibari is already up, making his way to the window and snatching up their bags as he goes. Peeking through the glass, he scowls at the sight of several black cars parked outside.
"Sawada-chan, open up!"
Hibari has just a second to realize that their latest assailants are speaking in Japanese before Sawada's moving, throwing open the window and shimmying out onto the fire escape. Hibari follows her with no hesitation, keeping his eyes on the gathering of people below.
They seem calm, far calmer than the last lot who tried their luck.
Neither he nor Sawada are particularly well rested though, nor are they really dressed to fight. Hibari's just thankful he'd decided to sleep in the more comfortable pair of shorts, given his apparent tendency to get a little too close to Sawada when they were both unconscious.
It is bitterly cold outside given that it is the early hours of the morning, and already goosebumps were growing across the skin of his chest.
"Ah! Get down from there!"
Hibari reacts, throwing down the sole knuckleduster he still has, enjoying the satisfying thunk it makes upon meeting the nuisance's head.
Regardless, he has successfully drawn all their attention to them, even as Hibari attempts to hurry Sawada up the stairs. Because now he has no weapons but his hands, and the Omnivore has yet to start glowing with her powerful orange flames.
No matter how her scrunched up face indicates she is very much trying to achieve the same form.
Another suit steps out on the fire escape from their room window and Sawada swears under her breath.
Teeth gritting together, Hibari rushes the two of them up the stairs again, the cool metal stinging against the unprotected soles of his feet.
And just when it all seems lost, a small figure in red lands upon Hibari's shoulder with a serene smile.
"Hello, Kyōya."
As it turns out, the suits are in fact, not their enemy. More like the underlings of Sawada's father, Fon calmly explains to the two of them.
Now, sat in the plush interior of one of the many black cars, Hibari finally allows himself to relax.
It doesn't matter that he's in the most detestable pair of summer shorts, or that Sawada is currently wearing his stolen shirt too -and not much else- because Fon is here.
And though Hibari detests having to rely on the other carnivore, the thought of seeing his mother again is more than enough to sooth his irritating.
Sawada, meanwhile, seems to be in a daze, attempting to acknowledge what her father really does for a living, as opposed to whatever drivel he has told her in the past.
Sat beside him, her leg is so close that their calves brush together, Sawada's feet as bare as his own.
"The Riccorian Family were behind the kidnappings; the Vongola have all but wiped them out in recompense," one of the nameless goons assures, and Hibari's irritated to find his distasteful frown is mirrored on Fon's face.
Sawada just looks quite sick over the whole thing.
"We have a flight back home all ready to go... We were unaware of your connections to Hibari-san, Fon-sama."
Fon dips his head, while Hibari just grunts at the leading question. Of course Fon would keep quiet about any kind of family he had, not doing so was asking for someone to use them against him.
Pressure against Hibari's side has him pausing, and from the corner of his eye, Hibari confirms that Sawada is actually daring to lean into him. She's looking away, face in a dazed sort of sadness, cheeks pinked.
Painfully slowly, Hibari shifts his arm until it is half wrapped around Sawada's back, allowing her to fully lean into his side and rest her tired head upon his shoulder.
They had only managed to get four hours sleep before the suits arrived, and given the mass exposure of energy Sawada gave off earlier, it's understandable that she's tired. Herbivores didn't sleep much, and a carnivore such as himself slept a significant amount more.
As a omnivore, Hibari fully expects Sawada to fall between those two extremes.
The fact she trusts him to protect her whole her guard is down goes without saying.
"I will call your mother and inform her you are okay," Fon murmurs, but Hibari's not paying much attention at all.
Instead, he's well aware that his own eyelids are dropping, and he trusts Fon enough to watch over the two of them. Carnivore he might be, but the two of them are tied together by shared blood.
Hibari plants his chin within the fluffy mass of Sawada's hair, and let's his eyes close.
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Iemitsu
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Iemitsu wonders if this is what a heart attack feels like.
It had been four days since his precious little princess had been stolen away after school, and Iemitsu had kicked the CEDEF into high gear, making it the number one priority to find her.
Screw keeping his baby girl a secret, finding her took precedence over keeping her very existence unknown to all but Nono.
Four days, and having torn through two different mafia families, it was a CCTV camera that caught them in the end.
It was damn good luck one of the rookies had thought to hack into the feeds and get a facial recognition scanner running. Otherwise they'd not only have missed Tsuna, but the mass amounts of Sky Flames she'd given off would have been left on the tape, waiting for some brown-nose policeman to pick up on.
Unacceptable.
Iemitsu still flushes with the sheer amount of Flames his little princess had given out, because ha!
That was his baby girl right there! She was going to be the best Boss for the Vongola, he couldn't wait to introduce her to Reborn. He'd taken note of the fact another boy had been kidnapped alongside her, but Iemitsu was far too focused on his little girl to pay the kid too much attention.
The car had just pulled up, and Iemitsu bounced forwards.
He'd all but ripped open the door to the car his precious baby girl was in -his little Tuna-fish, his little princess!- and had been fully expecting to be met with an armful of excited daughter.
What he hadn't been expecting was to come face to face with Fon, the Storm Arcobaleno, and a teenager with Fon's face and angry steel eyes.
He'd probably have paid more attention to the evidentially violent boy, were his eyes not dragged to the most worrying thing.
Because his beautiful baby daughter is nestled into that boy's side, that shirtless boy's side, and she's still there.
And as if that wasn't enough of a barb to the heart, the teen pulls Tsuna closer and all but snarls at him.
Were the situation not so unknown, Iemitsu would weep.
Awoken by the throaty noise from the boy, Tsuna blinks slowly, pulling back and away from the teen -good girl!- and frowns.
"Hibari-kun?"
Hibari-kun?!
"Tch, your herbivore is here."
It takes Tsuna a moment, but her gaze swings around to look at him, and Iemitsu braces himself for the usual tackle-hug from his little princess.
But instead, her face crumples angrily and she growls at him.
"You've been lying to me and Kaa-chan for years!"
Oh.
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Hibari
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The plane they end up on is finally something that meets Hibari's lofty standards.
Fon had rung his mother while he had been sleeping, and the woman knew he was on his way home, having successfully navigated through enemy territory and kept his wits about him, ensuring both his own well being, but also the health of his companion.
Hibari pauses, looking to the once again sleeping Sawada that sits in the plush leather seat beside his own. Across from them, Sawada's herbivore father gives off an alternating aura of doom and gloom, or blinding fury. Usually whenever he looks between Hibari and Sawada.
There's an armrest between them now, and one of the elder Sawada's lackeys had gone off and fetched the two of them some adequate clothes.
The suit, every last piece of it, is all of quality make, even if it's not quite as fitted as what Hibari would have preferred. Sawada's wearing a matching set, skirt instead of trousers, though Hibari's relatively sure that it's only because the elder Sawada couldn't stand to see the girl in Hibari's -stolen- shirt.
Hibari doesn't particularly care, as long as the omnivore remains within his line of sight for a while.
Flipping open the laptop one of the herbivores had given him, Hibari boots up the system, fingers drumming impatiently upon the surface of the technology.
The familiar weight of tonfas are back on his forearms, though they aren't his original pair. He doesn't even know where they've ended up. He has Fon to thank for arming him again; the martial artists had thought ahead enough to know that Hibari would be wholly uncomfortable without his favoured weapon.
If the Sawada herbivore had given him a considering look when he'd gone about attaching the new bracers to his arms, well, Hibari didn't care. He was rather looking forwards to sparring with Sawada when they got back, when she figured out how to coax those beautiful flames back out.
A rather savage smirk crossed Hibari's face for a moment, before he returned his focus to the laptop in front of him.
Fingers whizzing across the keys, Hibari ran through several programs before finding the correct one to suit his purposes, tapping away until the screen dissolved into a flat black.
It took a few seconds, but not a moment later, Kusakabe appeared on screen, looking rumpled and quite startled at the sight that greeted him.
"Hibari-sama! Are you okay? I found your tonfas lying abandoned in the school."
Ah, well that answered the question about his favourite weapons. Still, this was not the time for chit-chat.
"I am fine, the situation is resolved. How are the herbivores."
It's not a question, it's a signal for Kusakabe to start his report on everything that Hibari has missed. His second in command understands this too, for he gives a brave nod and then snaps out a roll of paper. A long piece of paper.
"In total there have been seventy three offenders whom have taken advantage of your absence, Hibari-sama. Top offenders include Mochida, who has monopolized the gym for kendo club, disregarding the approved schedule, Yamamoto has broke a window with an impressive home-run and Sasagawa has turned his attentions upon others in your absence."
Hibari feels the rage build inside of him at the report, even as a part of his questions why the herbivores cannot respect, just for once, the order he tries beating into them.
"We've also got reports that a Sawada Tsunayoshi is missi-"
"She's with me."
Hibari reaches for the laptop, tipping it to a side so Kusakabe can get a good look at the sleeping omnivore.
His second in command is silent for a moment, jotting down this information, and Hibari already knows the other male will line up the worst offenders for him upon his return. He's eager just thinking about it.
"Sawada, is with you?"
Kusakabe states in a slow tone, as if trying to fit his world view into the latest mould he's just been presented with.
"Yes."
Humming, Kusakabe scribbles something else down, while Hibari covers his mouth as another yawn tears through it. These cat naps are doing him no good; perhaps Sawada's onto something, hunkered down in that seat with a blanket wrapped around her. Yes, sleep sounds quite good.
"The cover story?" Ah, reliable Kusakabe.
"Training."
"And Sawada?"
"She was with me… She's interesting."
The Sawada herbivore twitches at this, even though he's busy at work on his own laptop. Kusakabe himself stops writing, raising a brow at that blatant declaration, chewing on the straw that sits in his mouth.
"Should I open a position for her on the DC?"
Hibari considers it for a moment, before shaking his head.
No, having the omnivore complete work on the Disciplinary Committee would cut seriously into her time to train those fascinating flames, and to ignore those was unacceptable.
"Work sparring with Sawada into the schedule."
The schedule being when each club was allocated a time slot for gym usage. Still, no one would argue with Hibari if he wished to use the gym for his own personal reasons. Well, they could try to argue, but they wouldn't get anyway. The last person who did is still in a cast.
"Consider it done, Hibari-sama. What should I tell the school?"
"My return is imminent."
He hangs up, kicking at the armrest between himself and Sawada until it relents and sinks into the floor. Evidentially these Mafia planes were used to some more risqué activities, but Hibari paid no further attention to that thought.
Instead, he pulls Sawada closer to him -Sawada who he has been protecting these past few days, not her useless herbivore father- and buries his nose in her hair. It still smells of the hotel's mass produced shampoo, but her scent lingers beneath that, familiar and warm.
He can sense the elder Sawada swell with irritating, and Fon jumps across to distract him. No doubt something about some form of Stockholm Syndrome, his uncle explains. Though Hibari can tell from the sly smile on the man's face he knows that isn't the case at all.
That Hibari has in fact, claimed Sawada as his to protect.
As long as the other carnivore understands that, then Hibari's quite happy to remain here, he thinks as Sawada curls deeper into him.
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Hibari has barely stepped out of security at the airport when his mother descends upon him.
He has the briefest moment to wonder if this is what it feels like to the herbivores he bites, before he's engulfed within his mother's strong grip. As an afterthought, she grabs Fon from his shoulder and squashes him into the hug too.
Hibari feels just a little bit vindictive over the action.
"Mother, you're crowding," Hibari grumbles, but still wraps the one arm his mother hasn't trapped around her thin shoulders.
She's a tiny thing his mother, almost as short as Sawada, given that she is a perfectly rounded five foot nothing.
"Ah, Tsu-chan! You should warn Mama before you go off to visit Papa!"
Hibari has just the shortest pause to register the words, and noting the guilty look upon Herbivore Sawada's face, he knows exactly why Sawada's mother believes such a thing. From the tight smile on the omnivore's face, she knows it too, even taking a moment to step away from her father and towards the brunette rushing her.
Sawada doesn't so much as catch her mother as get almost barrelled over by her, and Hibari is comforted by the fact that as absentminded as Sawada's female parent is, she genuinely loves her daughter.
"Is this the girl Tetsuya-kun told me about?"
His mother whispers slyly in his ear, and Hibari straightens a bit at the tone. His nerves are already on edge from the blatant crowding, he doesn't need his mother's plots thrown into the mix.
"I want to go home," Hibari states sternly.
Though she can tell exactly what he's doing, his mother relents, with only a teasing smile in Sawada's direction. Hibari follows her gaze, hesitating for a second in the most un-carnivorous way.
It doesn't seem right to just walk off and leave Sawada without acknowledging where they stand now.
Untangling himself from his mother's grasp, Hibari strides over to Sawada, thankful that the wife was now attached to her herbivorous husband.
"Sawada."
"Ah, Hibari-kun?" She sounds tired, but in a pleasant, satisfied way. Like everything is now right in her world, even if she's just found out that her father has been lying for her whole life.
"..Tsuna," Hibari says, testing the name out on his lips and watching as Tsuna's eyes widen in surprise.
They stay there for a moment, weighing each other up, and Hibari takes a moment to wrap a strand of brown hair around his finger.
"Start wearing the female uniform, omnivore."
That startles a laugh out of her, though it certainly wasn't what Hibari was going for. He doesn't even understand why she's laughing, he's dead serious about this.
"Okay," Tsuna agrees, smile still softening her lips as she stares up at him, "will do."
Quicker than he's seen her move before, without the flames that was, Tsuna peppered a kiss to his cheek, blushing furiously as she retreated.
"Thank you for looking after me."
Herbivore Sawada looks horrified.
He doesn't say how Tsuna managed to look after herself quite well out there, that he'd probably have taken a bit more time to get himself free without her.
But he does nod, a movement filled with as much acknowledgement as he could offer her, and the little omnivore practically glows.
Spinning on heel, Hibari heads back to his mother, who's wearing that teasing smile that never fails to embarrass him, though she doesn't say anything.
He does hear Tsuna's mother's announcement though.
"Oh, my Tsu-chan has attracted the attention of such a cute boy!"
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Tsuna
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It all seems quite surreal to Tsuna, even though she's now back home. Almost like it never happened.
Yet, she still has Hibari's stolen shirt in her bag, Mexican dirt in her favourite bra.
Guilt still gnaws in her stomach over every last theft they committed, even as she reasons with herself that they'd never have made it back without doing so. And Hibari-kun...
A blush blooms across her face, and Tsuna presses her warm cheeks into her cold hands.
Before, she'd only known him as Hibari-sempai, leader of the Disciplinary Committee, and all around feared prefect. Having to escape Mexico along side him, travelling across an ocean with someone; Tsuna has a much better understanding of her fellow student.
Hibari dislikes being held captive, he dislikes having to rely on anyone else. He hates anyone who upsets the order of his precious food chains.
He seems completely incapable of sleeping in a shirt.
But, he never abandoned her. He considered the two of them a team throughout their whole ordeal. He looked after her while she was unconscious and didn't mind sharing the same space as her if it meant they were well rested.
Hibari had let her slip right in through his guard.
And now here she stands, looking down at the bento she has spent almost half the morning preparing.
If there's one thing that this past week has resulted in, it's that Tsuna's going to get out there and grab life by the horns.
If she could survive four days outside of Japan, if she could form an alliance with the Hibari, then clearly she could handle whatever Namimori Middle threw at her.
Letting out a shaky breath, Tsuna wraps the bento up in a crisp purple cloth, stacking it atop her own.
For all Sawada Nana's airheaded behaviour, she had certainly taught her daughter how to cook.
"I'm going to school, Mama!"
Tsuna cries, nervously brushing down her skirt.
It is her first time in the female uniform, and while the school technically doesn't force the girls to opt for that instead of the mens, Hibari's delinquent gang highly advised that one wears the correct clothes.
Tsuna knows that Hibari probably won't speak to her again; their situation is over, the alliance no doubt dead.
But, she won't invite his wrath upon her by ignoring a direct order. Not when she had seen that wrath so up close.
Tsuna flounces through the hallway, ignoring the snores that roar out from behind one door. Her heart still hurts to know her father has been lying for so long, and she's pretty certain those flames are to do with Iemitsu's shady job.
She'd managed to summon them up again last night, though it had only been for mere seconds.
But she had done it.
Tsuna was not useless, she had aided The Hibari Kyōya, Demon Prefect of Namimori Middle, in a mad dash across countries.
She could handle middle school just fine.
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Of course, it only takes thirty seconds for the bullies to realise she's back.
Tsuna can feel their eyes on her almost as soon as she walks through the gate, and while most look quite stunned at her sudden change in appearance, that doesn't stop them from approaching. The burning determination inside her stomach doesn't die out, but wilt, most certainly.
She can see the sneer on bully #3's face; with one fist clenched, Tsuna tilts her head back ready and meets the bully's eyes.
He falters ever so slightly, but it's there, and it stokes her confidence.
"Omnivore."
The family term of address is as welcomed as it is unexpected.
Everyone freezes at the sound of Hibari's voice, though Tsuna summons up the will to twist around and get a good luck at her, maybe friend?
He's immaculately dressed as always, and were she not there herself, Tsuna wouldn't believe he'd been kidnapped and spent several days running from their would-be captors.
More importantly though, Hibari seems to still see her, stalking over as the whole herd of students part instinctively.
"H-Hibari-kun?"
She feels like blushing as she stumbles over his name again, even as those around her recoil in fear at the familiar term of address.
The next thing Tsuna knows, is that Hibari is depositing a box of baked goods -of the homemade kind- in her free hand.
"Lunch," he states quietly, though Tsuna is certain that everybody has heard, "on the rooftop."
Hard steel eyes stare down at her, as if daring her to say no, so all Tsuna can really do is nod.
"Tsuna," he whispers, pressing his lips to her forehead.
Then he turns his attention to the masses.
"Crowding is prohibited after eight thirty," the warning is all that comes before he's stalking off in a flare of black gakuran.
There's absolute silence in the courtyard in that moment, Tsuna stood awkwardly in the centre with what appears to be baked goods cooked by Hibari's mother -if the little note pinned to the front is any indication- and a tingling sensation on her forehead.
It's almost like a collective decision when they all take a collective step back.
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No one dares approach her for the rest of the day.
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Hibari walks her home.
Tsuna doesn't know why, and she doesn't mind in the slightest when he breaks off to go and deal with the 'idiotic herbivores'. She even stops to wait for him.
Because Hibari had invited her to have lunch with him, and he'd liked the bento she'd made him, and Tsuna thinks, this is what it's like to have a friend.
Only, friends don't kiss each other's cheeks like she did to Hibari, and Hibari kissed her forehead and he even rested his head in her lap so he could catch a small nap before classes picked up for the afternoon.
Tsuna hesitates to think it, but maybe this is more than a friendship. As she considers Hibari, with all his violent aloofness, his protective tendancies, she thinks that maybe she'd quite like it.
Something more with this boy who, until five days ago, scared her witless.
"Omnivore."
They've stopped outside of her house now, and Tsuna looks up at Hibari, at his pale pretty face -how had she never noticed how pretty that face was?- and intense grey eyes.
Hibari smirks then, leaning forwards and Tsuna's heartbeat must increase tenfold.
His lips are dry against her own, and it's a soft, gentle touch she'd never expected from Hibari.
When he runs his tongue against her lip and nips with his teeth, Tsuna feels like her expectations have been met.
The older boy draws away, licking his lips and Tsuna flushes at the action, even more so when he voices a low "Wao."
"Are we having lunch again tomorrow, Hibari-kun?"
The boy nods, twisting to look down the street and Tsuna knows he wants to get back to patrolling.
Greater powers than she would be unable to stop him, so instead, she just nods her head and asks him to be safe. The look she gets tells her she shouldn't be worried in the slightest, and really, Tsuna's not.
Hibari's the most capable person she knows after all.
A breathy exhale escapes her lips when he's gone, and Tsuna presses her fingertips to her mouth, smiling.
Her first kiss.
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She spends exactly three seconds in a daze, before a high voice catches her attention.
"Ciaossu! Is this the Sawada residence?"
The rumours that run around school that day are numerous, though the general assumption is that Hibari figured out Sawada was really a girl, and impressed by her deception, took her on as his apprentice, to rule the Disciplinary Committee when he graduates to High School.
Some POV changes in this chapter, but I felt it rounded everything up nicely, especially the last part with Tsuna at the end.
Well, this is it, all done. Thoughts? Opinions?
I think I'm gonna give a Mukuro/FemTsuna a go too; I've got an idea, so we'll see how that goes.
Tsume
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