Disclaimer: All of the characters, except Alex, aren't mine. Sadly.
Also, hope you enjoy this chapter. This is when things start getting long O.O. This chappie came to 5000 words, and I was almost tempted to cut it in half but I thought 'nah, no point'.
Anyway, let's begin.
Something feels off. Eerily off.
Alex sat down on a chair in the dining room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, a scarlet towel tightly clenched in his hands as he rubbed it into his damp, dripping hair – attempting to dry it without making too much of a mess.
Nana flitted around the kitchen, getting started on cooking breakfast for herself, Alex and Tsuna - who was still not up yet.
It was almost painful how predictable the youth was.
Alex stood up, and with a light pat of his hair he deemed his hair to be dry enough. His bare feet slapped lightly on the tiles as he entered the kitchen, eyes scanning the table-tops for his prey. Innocuous, a pair of neatly wrapped bentos was left on the counter, one green, and the other yellow. With a cautious hand, he picked them up gently so that the carefully done knots didn't unravel; he slipped them into his bag for safekeeping.
He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
That something had gone horribly, horribly wrong in the world.
Frown engraved on his face, he snagged a slice of toast from one of the plates that Nana had set up extravagantly, tearing into it gracelessly. Nana was staring, exasperation evident in her eyes, as Alex tried to balance both his bag and the slice of toast, before eventually taking pity and taking the slice away from him, so that he could finally sling his bag around his shoulder.
"Thank," Alex was cut off by Nana unceremoniously jamming the slice back into his mouth, mischievous smile on her face, having waited until he'd opened his mouth to speak.
Leaving the boy choking in disbelief around the piece of dried bread.
Cute, Nana, real cute.
Tearing it out, he glared at the giggling woman, not even deigning to respond to her actions. Back to her, he made sure to sniff in annoyance on his way out; he didn't even look back as her slightly hysterical laughter increased in pitch and volume.
If you asked him, it sounded like a bizarre mixture of a hyena and a gremlin.
The teen slipped into a pair of shoes, well aware that Tsuna was still asleep; escaping the house before he suffered any further at Nana's cruel, cruel hands and set out for Ryohei's house.
Every morning, when they go to school, they would meet up and go together. They had made it a thing. Well, he says that, but as it turned out Ryohei demanded it, and when left in a tired stupor after training it was better to just accept whatever the boxer threw at you.
He had tried to get Tsuna involved to, seeing it as a way to get Tsuna some more friends, but the poor boy didn't want anything to do with physical exercise, spouting something about Chihuahuas and attraction that didn't really make sense. Unfortunately, try as he might, Alex couldn't get him to join them, and no amount of wheedling was able to change his mind.
To be honest, Alex wouldn't really want to go either. The only reason why he was able to function so damn early in the morning was because his body clock was still messed up, and leaving an hour early would have destroyed him if he was back in the U.K.
That, and Tsuna's room is a battlefield that I do not want to go near. The horror of what on Earth is under that mess…it would probably eat me up.
Shivering at the unknown horror, he thought that it was better left to the professionals to get through that mess.
…If, by professionals, you mean Nana Sawada, then it is better left to her - she's a veteran with this sort of thing. Plus, it also acts as revenge for that prank she pulled only minutes before, so the least she could do was wake her son up somewhat early.
With a mirthful smile on his face, he increased his pace – speeding past the small figure that was on the way to the Sawada household.
Not even batting an eye at the speeding boy, the fedora-wearing baby just continued on his way.
After all, it had nothing to do with his mission.
Arriving at the front door, Alex knocked on the door, brushing his dishevelled and slightly damp hair so that it doesn't dry in a mess. Patiently waiting for the door to be opened, he just brushed it flat. There was nothing he could really do to it, regrettably, so he just put the brush away.
Hearing the heavy footsteps approaching the door, he stood back, straightening his uniform a bit to give of an illusion of order. It wouldn't do for Ryohei's parents to answer and see him look like the human equivalent of Tsuna's room.
The door opened, revealing a young girl around Tsuna's age, who answered with a slightly bewildered expression on her face, as if trying to place him. Smiling, he introduced himself to the girl, before asking if he could come in.
"Oh, pardon me, but do I know you," Alex replied with a no, but that he was here for Ryohei, "You're here for Ryohei?" It seemed as if she was slightly stunned, as if unused to the question.
"Yup, normally he's up and about at this time. Is it alright if I come in to wait for him, I don't really want to wait out here in the cold if he isn't even up yet." Alex wasn't going to wait outside for anybody.
"Umm, sorry about that, but it's nice to see that he is friends with girls. Onii-san doesn't really seem to have many friends, so I was somewhat shocked to see a pretty girl like you waiting for him. Are you his girlfriend? Why didn't he tell me? Oh yeah! Why are you not in the girl's school uniform?" The unnamed girl continued on, cheery and happy, as if completely oblivious to the fact that she had just brutally crushed the red-head's manhood.
Ignoring his shocked face and indignant splutters, she head to the staircase, shouting for Ryohei, telling him that someone was at the door waiting for him, in a deceptively sweet voice. Hearing him move around upstairs, she shouted once more.
"Ryohei-nii, there is a cute girl here to see you! Please can you come downstairs now?" She called, saccharine poison dripping from her every word. The brunette turned, before smiling a smile that almost matched Tsuna's in its naïveté at the absolutely mortified red-head.
Said mortified male ginger was absolutely speechless grasping at straws as he tried to come up with something to say, something that would actually make sense.
Finally managing to come up with something smart, he was a little too late as Ryohei barrelled down the stairs, dressed in the Namimori Middle uniform. When his eyes caught the image of his smiling sister near to the pale Alex, his mind instantly connected the dots.
And he literally erupted into loud, raucous laughter, bordering on hysterical.
Glowing a brilliant red, Alex managed to calm down enough to inform Kyoko that he was not wearing the female uniform as 'A': he wasn't a girl and 'B': that skirt was far too small, on a windy day you're going to be unlucky to say the least.
Making Ryohei degenerate into even more hysterics.
Why am I friends with him again?
"Oh…" She muttered, trailing off into silence, before bursting into giggles alongside Ryohei. All Alex could do was bemoan his current existence, pondering over how to murder them and make it look like an accident, and wait for the Sasagawa siblings to calm down enough to get in a word edge-wise.
After a few more moments of unrestrained laughter and innocent giggles, Alex had enough, storming up to the pair; he flicked Kyoko on the forehead whilst bashing Ryohei on the back of the head with his brush. Waiting patiently for Ryohei to stop moaning, he turned to the pouting Kyoko, with a satisfied smile written in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have your name yet, and it just doesn't feel right going around and calling you Ryohei's sister." Alex asked; curiosity obvious in his voice. She replied with her name, before walking out of the house declaring that 'she needed to leave extra-early to do something'.
That was…abrupt. She's up to something. Staring questioningly at her retreating back, he shrugged it off, turning to Ryohei.
"Have you even eaten anything yet?" Seeing him shake his head in negative, he sighed, then asking for the whereabouts of the kitchen. Once known, he walked purposefully into it, setting to work on making the buffoon something substantial to eat.
Ryohei just stood in the doorway hovering, looking decidedly awkward. Alex didn't know why, it wasn't as if he was snarling at him to get out of his kitchen or anything.
Alex served the dish up, giving it to Ryohei to eat. Whilst he's getting that out of the way, Alex decided to spend his time doing some maths homework that he didn't bother doing the night before.
Pythagoras, trigonometry, graphs: if you could name it, it was on there. And Alex hated it. Despised it. Maths was by far his weakest subject, but if there was one thing he could do it was Pythagoras, and with relative ease he blitzed through the questions.
Whoever said Maths was logical needed to be shot.
"Ryohei, I don't suppose you know what the answer to question F is? My calculator just keeps on getting Syntax errors," the boxer just grunted, as if it was the answer to all life's problems.
He probably doesn't even know we have homework.
Just deciding to screw it, he jotted down a little note for some extra supervision in that area, before placing the paper back in his bag.
By this point, Ryohei was nearly done, scraping the plate clean. Without a word he packed the utensils up – it wouldn't do for Ryohei's parents to see him leave a mess; he wanted to make a damn good first impression.
Though in saying that, in the weeks he's been around, he hadn't seen the parents around at all. It was odd, almost as if they didn't exist.
Alex took the plate of the boxer in question, and put it in the sink, absently noting the exuberant 'thank you' from the full child, he laughed, telling him not to mention it. A quick glimpse of the time told him that they had been there for an hour and holy they were gonna be late if they didn't get a move on. With a muttered curse, Alex dragged a confused Ryohei (by the hand) outside the house.
The sun had risen by the time they got out, where it had been dusk when he left, signalling just how much time he spent at the Sasagawa residence.
"Umm, Alex, where we going?" Ryohei asked, somehow managing to look confused and certain at the same time, as he was dragged in the direction of the school. All Alex could do was simultaneously sigh at his bad memory and raise an eyebrow at the flailing boy.
"Ryohei… We have to go to school today. And, you know, get there on time. I can't exactly just use the same excuse twice." He said, focusing more on what's in front of him then the white-haired boxer.
Which proved to be his undoing.
A moment later their positions were reversed, and suddenly Alex felt as if he was flying through the air at supersonic speeds.
"STOP! RYOHEI! We have enough time to walk there if we are quick!" Alex managed to force out through the buffeting winds. Somehow, someway, he managed to get through to him, as Ryohei slowed, allowing him to place his feet back on land. On his knees panting, he tried to get his breathe back, one hand on his chest trying to soothe the ache and the other in a bloody death grip.
"Ryohei…" he started, trailing off in uncertainty, as he stared at their conjoined hands, hoping and praying that he'd be able to use the hand again.
Ryohei, keeping true to his oblivious self, didn't notice anything.
"What, Alex, speak up. You're making me EXTREMELY worried here…" Ryohei muttered, keeping his voice uncharacteristically quiet – or well, as quiet as Ryohei could manage.
"We seem to be, y'know, umm… how do I say this? Still… y'know… holding hands," somehow, he managed to spit out, voice reaching an impressive soprano, blushing colourfully in anger as he did so.
Ryohei let go with an inaudible 'oh', before quickly recovering, leaving only a faint blush as the only sign that he had been affected. Taking deep breaths to calm down, Alex trailed behind Ryohei like a sheep stumbling after a shepherd, as Ryohei himself was shadow boxing an invisible foe. The punches seem to flow a lot more now, certainly better than they were previously when they fought off them thugs.
After that incident, Ryohei seemed to train even harder than before, dragging the Brit along for the ride. Punches, kicks, he even trained head-butts of all things. It was a strange few weeks, that's for sure, but at least Alex could dodge a lot better now.
"ALEX! My punches seem especially extreme today! Box with me," Ryohei all but demanded to the red-head, eager as always to show-off his skill for boxing.
"It's not as if I have an option, do I?" Though his words sounded tired, Alex's tone said otherwise, and whilst smiling, he chucked a couple of weak punches to placate the taller male.
Seemingly deeming that to be satisfactory, Ryohei continued on his way, jabbing the air in front of him with a fire burning in his eyes. Alex stopped the light punches when he saw that he no longer held his peer's attention, focusing more on brushing his finally dry hair into perfection.
Just as he was putting the finishing touches to it, he was distracted by a fast approaching blur, who seemed to be clad in only boxers?
Wait, what?
On closer inspection to the dust cloud, he could make out a very familiar person steamrolling down the path.
I am twelve and why is Tsuna nearly naked?
Tsuna seemed to be focused on only one thing, if the repeated calls of 'Kyoko-chan' were anything to go by. It shocked Ryohei enough to stop him boxing, an impressive feat in and of itself, but Alex was still trying to link superhuman abilities with being half-naked.
"…Extreme," Ryohei was almost salivating at the mouth, in awe of this mystery being, "but is he about to run into that truck?" Somehow that made him even more desirable to the sterling haired male.
"I don't know… but..." Alex continued for the stunned boxer, before noticing the exact same truck.
"WATCH OUT" They shouted in unison, attempting to warn the young brunette not to run into its path. Unfortunately, they were a little too late, and with a surreal 'boing', the truck hit its victim, killing him instantly.
Or not.
Watching with ample disbelief, they saw the supposed to be wounded boy careen through the air, before rebounding of a nearby building's rails. Flipping magnificently, all they could do was watch with wide eyes as he launched towards the unsuspecting Mochida. Tsuna crash landed right in front of him, tossing Mochida over the school gates – not even caring about his safety – and turning around to face the stunned Kyoko.
"Please will you go out with me" He screamed to the world, stunning the surrounding crowd and the vigilante duo, into silence. A rather awkward settled heavily, with Tsuna's outstretched hand being ignored as Kyoko stared pointedly at his lack of clothes.
Or more specifically his blue boxers, which were all that remained when he went into 'Dying Will' mode.
What a pervert…
"What's the big deal? Tsuna just asked her on a date. It's not as if she will run off screaming or something?" Alex asked Ryohei, but was ignored in favour of the 'What the Fuck' moment that just happened in front of half the school.
The bewildered boy was long gone, stuck in a state between awe and brotherly overprotectiveness; Alex rolled his eyes as the boxer's brain pretty much melted inside his head. Dragging his partner in crime with him, he made his way through the crowd, aiming in Tsuna's general direction.
"Ryohei, could you do me a favour? I just want to check something out, so could you go up to lesson and tell them I'll be there in a moment? Ok, thanks." Alex asked, not even waiting for a reply before pushing him towards the school gates and into the school.
It seemed that whilst he was doing that, the black haired boy had punched Tsuna in the face, dragging Kyoko into the school.
"What a freak," rushing to help Tsuna up, he made a rude gesture at the tall boy's back, and took in the site of a half-naked Tsuna.
"You okay? Actually, don't answer that, it's a stupid question. You don't look as if you are. So… what exactly was that just now? And why did it make you border-line naked and set your hair on fire? Why were..." The more questions he asked, the more that came to mind, leaving Tsuna to deal with a hurricane of questions.
Tsuna was saved when a harsh blow made the curious boy face-plant into the ground.
Who the fuck just did that?
Pushing himself up off the ground, he looked around, scanning with furious eyes for the individual who attacked him. Seeing no one, he looked down, annoyance blazing like wild-fire in his eyes at not being able to find the culprit.
Ironically enough, it led him straight to the perpetrator. Furious orbs gazed into the beetle-black eyes of his assailant, who only smirked up in sadistic glee.
What a… Demonic Baby. I never would usually have thought of this but, I really, really want to get Ryohei to punch this gremlin in the face. His ire only grew stronger, as the baby gave him a shark-like smile.
It's not as if he could read minds, or anything, right?
Right?
"Baka-Alex, I can. Your thoughts are certainly amusing, if not violent. But being flat-chested must do that to a girl. My name's Reborn, and before you ask what I am, I'm Tsuna's home tutor." Devilish smile in place, he made his way away from Alex, and in Tsuna's general direction.
Alex couldn't help but think that this whole thing was his fault, as if he had brought this goblin to Namimori, but for the life of him he couldn't remember why.
The goblin in question just handed Tsuna his clothes and bag, leaving the fuming boy to simmer as he explained the mechanics of the 'Dying Will' bullet.
"The 'dying will' bullet does exactly as it says on the tin. It unlocks your dying will." Reborn lectured, pulling out a teachers crest and placing it on his fedora.
"So what does it actually do?" Tsuna asked, confused at the unfamiliar phrase, whilst he was getting dressed.
Prompting Reborn to dropkick him for interrupting.
"I was getting too that, Dame-Tsuna. The 'Dying Will' bullet unlocks all inhibitors in the body, making you fit the moniker of super-human perfectly. That means you can do almost anything, survive anything, and overcome any obstacle in your way!" Reborn continued on, becoming more and more passionate the further he talked.
"The flame that burns upon your forehead is your 'Dying Will' flame. It's different for each person, utterly dependant on your personality and family." Reborn finished off, looking around at the awed faces, and smirking at the slight victory over Alex, who schooled his face to a cold one, glaring piercingly at the Arcobaleno.
"Hah, well that's nice and all, but what's the down-side to it" Alex said, shooting down Reborn's winning streak before it could continue. The brat didn't need to inflate his own ego more than it already has been. Reborn turned, staring at him whilst thinking of an appropriate answer, but was interrupted by the appearance of a newcomer.
Blazer carried over his shoulder; he looked the very picture of 'tall, dark and handsome'. It was obvious that he had a fan-club if his looks said anything about him. Steely-blue eyes bore holes into the trio, daring them to say anything about him. Clad in the school uniform, and standing taller than any of the others, he walked towards them, a bright orange armband shining proudly on his arm, shouting out to the world that he was the head prefect of the 'Disciplinary Committee'.
Alex felt that he wasn't going to like him, at all.
He looks a bit like a triangle with eyes.
Staring apprehensively at his imposing figure, he tensed, feeling that this was someone that he had to skirt around or else he'll be torn to shreds. Meeting his eyes, he refused to show any sort of fear, and find out just who this person is. Stepping closer, ignoring the quivering Tsuna and curious Reborn, he manoeuvred his way to the front.
"Who are you? And why on Earth are you coming near us?" He all but snarled, feeling unnerved by the oppressing aura the Skylark emitted. It seemed that he wasn't expecting that response, or for someone to take the initiative when talking to him. That short flicker of surprise soon turned to steely hate, as the atmosphere started to build up with tension.
A confrontation was going to start soon, and if Alex knew that the outcome wouldn't be pretty.
"He's Hibari-san, leader of the disciplinary committee." Tsuna, in an attempt to dissipate the tension, answered his question before Hibari could respond. However, this backfired, as the tension just seemed to sky-rocket at that point. If glares could kill, Hibari would be six-feet under by now, and Alex himself even more so. An oppressive silence lay over the area, before Hibari's baritone tore through it like a predator.
"Classes are starting. Get to class before I bite you to death," he ordered, tone nowhere near friendly.
"So he is the leader of that so called Disciplinary Committee then, huh?" Alex commented, eyebrow raised, showing he was feeling less than impressed with the committee leader. Feeling Tsuna's fear, he sighed, allowing himself to be dragged away as he was forced into the school. Before waiting for a reply, and before he was out of hearing range, he made one last remark, shocking Tsuna momentarily and making Hibari's anger skyrocket.
"You should control your thugs better, if you are what you say you are, and stop disturbing the peace your committee is apparently trying oh so desperately to maintain. Power corrupts, and your little committee is nothing but a power-crazy gang rife with corruption. Get your head screwed on before you undo yourselves, you arrogant, self-centered, egotistical hypocrite." Alex called out as he was dragged along, away from the both shocked and angry prefect.
Leaving Reborn to deal with the angry Skylark in his place.
Feeling proud of his rant at Hibari, he stepped away from Tsuna when they reached the point where they had to split up, cooling himself down by taking deep breathes. Climbing the stairs, he didn't bother worrying about the repercussions of his actions, and what the Skylark might do in response to his angry words.
One thing was for certain though; it was war between Alex Ivy and Hibari Kyouya, and Alex didn't intend to lose to the wrathful teenager.
Even if he was drop-dead gorgeous.
With his head held high, he made his way through the doorway and into his classroom. The teacher only nodded in response – Ryohei must have given a decent excuse if he was allowed to just waltz into the classroom without a care in the world. Sitting down next to Ryohei, who was fast asleep, he tuned into the conveniently gossiping girls right behind him.
It seemed they were talking about a fight that would be going on at lunch - ignoring his yet to be taken out journal (for now) in favour of listening in to the conversation taking place right behind him.
"Oh my days, did you hear?" Gossiping girl 'A'…well, gossiped to the girl next to her.
"What?" She replied, curiosity dripping from her voice.
"Mochida-kun has challenged Dame-Tsuna to a kendo match during lunch"
"No way."
"Yea way."
"Do you think he'll run?"
"Obviously." That was all he could hear from the two gossiping girls before the entire conversation degenerated into giggles and perverted mumbles.
He didn't care though – he got what he wanted from the two, so they can continue their conversation away from his eavesdropping ears. Alex turned towards the slumbering Ryohei nudging him until he was awake, eager to tell him the news. Blearily opening his eyes, Ryohei let out a loud yawn, before turning to Alex confused.
"Why did you wake me up?" He questioned, confused by the random awakening. Not skipping a beat, Alex informed the energetic boxer about the kendo match that would take place in the main sports hall. At the mention of a fight, Ryohei became absolutely ecstatic, eager as always to see some organised violence.
"EXTREME! We are going to see it, right? But what about the Boxing Club?" Ryohei asked, double-checking with Alex on what they were doing.
"The Boxing Club will most likely be empty whilst people watch the match, but we can go do that later, after we watch it ourselves," Alex replied, already figuring out what to do to placate the anxious boxer, "Plus, your brand new man crush Tsuna will be there."
And that was that.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as the duo anxiously waited for the lunch bell to ring, signalling the beginning of one of the most talked about events in Namimori Middle at the moment.
Having an idea on what to do, he managed to slow down Ryohei enough to tell him it, and to take him to the school's field trip cupboard. Once arriving there, he set to work rummaging through the unused equipment, before settling on an unused, crimson picnic blanket. Taking the wrapped bundle, he left the room, following behind the running Ryohei, almost as eager to see the fight as he was.
He may be Tsuna's friend and not want him to fight, but he needed someone there to support him.
After all, with his reputation, it doesn't seem like anyone believes in him.
Tsuna deserves someone cheering him on.
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Hurry up Tsuna… You're going to lose if you don't arrive here sometime soon… Can't you see he wants you to run away from this?
Alex anxiously stared at the doorway to the large sports hall, silently pleading to whatever deity out there that he arrives, and fast.
Mochida had just announced that if he doesn't arrive soon, Tsuna will automatically forfeit the match, letting Mochida win by default. Ryohei could only stare at the anxious teen, before deciding to try and calm him down. He tried poking him to get his attention, but it failed when he just shrugged it off.
Thinking fast, he needed to find a way of getting his mind away from the wayward Tsuna, before his mood dissolves into despair. So he did the one thing that would be sure to grab his attention.
He hugged him. Tightly.
"Don't worry about it! I'm sure he'll turn up. It wouldn't be extreme to leave a 'pretty lady' like you waiting, hmm, and Tsuna is a very extreme person?" He grinned, as the feminine boy erupted into a hissing ball of anger, ready to gut him where he stands. Or sits, considering the fact that they were sitting on that red blanket eating the two bentos he prepared earlier.
Just as he was about to absolutely eviscerate the traitor, he leaned his head on top of his, making the boy in his arms still.
"After all, I know I would"
Leaving the Brit a vibrant red and Ryohei himself guffawing at him.
It seemed that Ryohei didn't realise how what he did could be interpreted, so Alex decide to ignore it in favour of his bento. Snapping the chopsticks, he all but groaned when Ryohei just steamrolled through it.
He decided that he hated chop-sticks, as his abysmal skill gave Ryohei even more ammo to use in teasing him with. Sighing, he picked up a hastily erected sign to cheer him on, standing up at the very front of the crowd with Ryohei, fully prepared to cheer Tsuna on when he get there.
Just as he was about to give up hope on Tsuna actually turning up, the double doors slammed open, signalling his appearance. Beaming in absolute relief, he started to cheer on Tsuna as the others jeered at him. Tsuna himself seemed to shrink at the abuse thrown at him, which aggravated Alex to the extreme.
Quickly noticing his rising temper, Ryohei took a step away in an effort to not be made a target of his ire. Sadly, before he could erupt, the match began, with only a minority supporting Tsuna. This, whilst sad, was not surprising - considering the fact that he was running away from the aggressive Mochida instead of attacking.
All hope seemed lost when Mochida knocked out his legs, causing him to fall to the floor in fear. Biting his lip, worried that he was going to get pummelled, he turned to Ryohei for assurance. But this was for naught, as not even Ryohei had a smile on his face at the beating Tsuna was getting.
Unable to take it anymore, he closed his eyes, unwilling to see him get beaten. He was prepared to hear Tsuna's cries, not him to suddenly shout 'Reborn' and turn into his Dying Will form.
His eyes shot open, before both Ryohei's and his smiles went supernova. It seemed that he was fully prepared to turn the tide of battle and crush the arrogance out of the pompous jerk. The brunette charged forward, shattering the wooden bamboo of the opponent's weapon into tiny slivers – the splinters raining down like confetti. Crashing into him, he straddled the sword-wielder and roughly clenched his hair.
"How about HYAKU-PON" He roared, yanking bundles of hair rapidly, throwing it away rapidly before reaching for more. Throughout this spectacle the referee could only watch in shock as Mochida's hair rapidly dwindled into non-existence.
When noticing the fact that Mochida had nothing left, the arm holding Tsuna's flag shot up, declaring him as the winner.
As the hall erupted into absolute chaos, Alex turned to Ryohei, meeting his own mega-watt smile with his own happy one.
Guess like Tsuna didn't need anyone worrying about his well-being after all, huh?
Chapter 4, End.
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