Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, just Alex and some of the things that'll crop up in the future.
This chapter is a bit meh in my opinion, but I'll release it xD. It's essentially Character interaction, a bit of plot, Tsuna saving Yamamoto (that all happened offscreen because food/not everyone saw it happen) and build up for next chapter.
I don't like this chapter though. Feels a bit too much like filler. But I'll make up for it next time with plot, flame reveal, ninjas and Mukuro. Alla 'dat will be in the next chapter xD
Anyway, hope you enjoy, and I'm glad that people are enjoying the fic~
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In the grand scheme of things, did anyone ever really matter?
Are they ever important, cherished or most importantly needed. Convenience is all that was ever birthed from these so-called important discoveries, and the world today wouldn't be able to last without them. So, in the end, what defines true importance – a selfless sacrifice? A hero or a villain? Life isn't some tragic performance, no matter how many people hope it to be so and there won't be some crazy, nonsensical ending that is your reward for standing through it. Life is hard, painful, and lonely – it would be wrong to call it a performance. All that you can try to do is to be important.
But…how do you become 'important'?
Is it through hard work and determination, by chance or by luck or by just being somewhere at the right time?
Just what is importance?
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Mrs Heartoak is one crazy woman.
His movements punctuated by a sigh, the crimson haired teen lay down his pen, lightly picking up his word with a surprising degree of care. The lamp nearby shone, a neat cone of intense light burning holes into the desk, his only source of light at this time of night.
Alex couldn't believe that he was up at this time.
Why on Earth did I think this was a good idea? I'm going to be absolutely wrecked in the morning.
He had stayed up late, putting some finishing touches to his work. Mrs Heartoak had set up some homework for them to complete for their next lesson.
Unlike all the other pieces of work that he had handed in so far, this one had to be special. This one had to be absolutely immaculate, to knock the ball right out of the park and leave the teacher in awe. Alex had to not just convince her that he means business, but to show her that he was perfect for the spot.
The project itself was, as you could tell from the subject matter, was about existentialism, and he had decided to focus on the idea of importance.
What a time to be having an existential crisis?
His diary-journal-thing was nearby, propped up along the spine of the lamp, the crimson hardback reflecting errant rays of light like a makeshift mirror. It had yet to reach the point of disrepair, but that did not mean that it hadn't been used, or that it was as good as the day that he had removed it from the cellophane.
It must be good to have a purpose.
Objects had it easy. They were made, crafted, for a purpose – each and every one on the Earth for a reason. Tools to be used, to be manufactured and coveted; they had it easy.
"What sad individual I am," rueful, Alex's smirk held a sliver of self-deprecating humour.
He, Alex Ivy, was having an introspective moment at two in the morning.
What would Claire think?
His sister, Claire, was an incredibly strong woman – she had made a name for herself. Successful, rich, and with a family of her own, she was the oldest of the quartet and as a result the most responsible of the lot, even if her personality suggested otherwise. She was his role model, and out of all of his siblings it would be she that he would most want to be alike – someone who was happy and fun-loving, but when times are tough able to become serious and fight her way out.
Claire was the only girl out of the four, the rest of his siblings being his older brothers.
His brothers were polar opposites of each other: one was an avid follower of the MMA scene, taking part in fights whenever he could – he was the reason why he could even keep up with Ryohei in the first place – and the other was a doctor.
To be honest, on some primal level, they utterly terrified him.
Alex was an anomaly. He was inadequate, an anomaly.
They were as different as night and day, him and his brothers. Where they were successful, he clearly wasn't, where they were masculine he was feminine, where they were useful he was useless.
People have said that he should have been born a girl, and maybe they were right.
"Genetics, eh, who needs them?" Alex mirthlessly chuckled, standing from the table.
He had better things to do with himself than to feel sorry for himself. There really wasn't any point in acting all pitiful now, and he has lived for fourteen years living as he had done. It's not as if his appearance changed anything.
Just in time too, for the screen on his phone lit up, the picture of his family lighting up the darkness of his bedroom. A small picture of an alarm blared out, the beginning of Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' playing before being silenced by Alex smashing the snooze button.
A quick look told him that it had just broken three.
No point going to bed now.
Alex stood from his seat, the wood creaking as he got up, and with a loud yawn he stretched himself out. For some bizarre reason, Ryohei wanted him to crawl his way round to his after school – and considering this was one of the first times that he was cordially asked he just had to find out why.
It must be serious, if he was asking him instead of dragging him over kicking and screaming like he generally tends to do.
Creeping down the stairs as sneakily as possible (which, if Alex had to guess, was very, very sneaky – he was a ninja master after all) he made his way to the shower, stealing a towel off of a nearby rack outside of the bathroom.
The transfer student stepped into the bathroom, adjusting the settings on the shower as he stripped off, stepping into the cubicle when he checked to make sure they were as he usually had it.
Leaning over, he lifted the stainless-steel lever, getting ready for the oncoming stream of water.
And rain down it.
A scalding jet of water burst down from above, dousing his body, burning it intensely before he managed to scramble out of the shower, dripping wet from the burning deluge.
His scream of pain was so loud that it had the potential to awaken all of Namimori, so it was no surprise that he heard heavy footfalls clambering down the stairs.
Somehow this was all Reborn's fault.
For all he knew, it wasn't Reborn's fault, but ever since the demon baby had turned up everything had gone to Hell in a hand basket. If something could go wrong, it would go wrong, and chances are it was all in a bid to train Tsuna to take over the role of the Vongola.
Why a mafia family would call themselves 'Clam' would forever remain a mystery.
He could hear the footfalls reach the bathroom door. Frantic, Alex yanked the closest towel that he could get his hands on around his waist, in an attempt to at least be left with some modicum of dignity after what will most likely be am extremely embarrassing chain of events.
The door-knob twisted before crashing forward, pushed open by the sheer force thrown by whoever opened it. Tsuna and Reborn stood in the doorway, with Tsuna panting at the mad dash and Reborn lying leisurely on top of Tsuna's brunet mop of hair, poised with a gun in hand as if expecting assassins
Only seeing Alex stood in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet and clad only in a skimpy towel, Reborn just stared before turning to Tsuna.
Tsuna was arguably less composed than Reborn was, and was trying to divert his eyes away from the Brit's skin.
An awkward silence pervaded the room, with only the staccato pitter-patter of the shower in the background for noise.
Reborn's predatory expression sent alarm bells through Tsuna's mind, his hyper intuition telling him to get out as soon as possible, whilst simultaneously raising Alex's hackles.
With cat-like grace, Reborn waltzed over to the sopping wet boy, stopping only to stare at his angry face before jumping up.
Grabbing onto the towel that was protecting the redhead's modesty.
Moments before the fall, Alex was left with the knowledge that there was very little that he could do to stop the brat.
"Well, you certainly aren't a girl," Reborn said, eying the now mortified boy who was on his knees, trying to protect his modesty whilst his face went supernova.
Alex may not have been able to see it, but Reborn was surprised.
The pint-sized hitman had honestly thought that he was just a flat-chested girl.
The baby's beetle-black eyes shared nothing, and without even an apology he made his way out of the door, dragging a comatose Tsuna behind him.
Alex prayed to all that was holy that Tsuna hadn't seen anything, and only until he was sure that they had left did he struggle to his feet.
I swear, if Tsuna even hints at what has just happened I'll stab Reborn with his own damn chameleon.
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Today needs to go die in a fire. A large one. A fire so large it makes the damn sun jealous.
Quite frankly, Alex was annoyed. Very, very annoyed. So annoyed that not even Naruto can believe it.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong today, went wrong, and somehow it all was down to Reborn's presence. He was up for a nice, relaxing day at school - a day where he just hands in his work, learns some new things from his teachers - hey, maybe even go to the Boxing Club afterwards if he was being particularly charitable. The red-head would have been overjoyed if that had happened.
But, guess what, it hadn't. In fact, it had gone nuclear.
The only thing that had gone well today was the work. She had a quick glance over it, done the eyebrow thing teacher's do when they're impressed by something, before putting it at the top of the pile - as if to mark it first. So that's at least one good thing.
The rest went not so well. Tsuna couldn't look him in the eye without blushing, though at the very least he had assumed it was a nightmare (to be honest, Alex didn't know whether to thank the heavens or to be insulted) and hadn't thought it actually had happened, but Reborn just stared him down with his soulless gaze and that damnable smirk slapped all over his Cabbage Patch face.
Because that's what Reborn is - a sentient Cabbage Patch doll. Or a possessed Cabbage Patch doll, either one of them works.
Somehow, due to Reborn's impressive command over the teaching council - something Alex had yet to figure out how it was possible - he had managed to orchestrate a plot that had, somehow, lead to only him being exempt from lessons, and he doesn't even know what it was. All Alex knew was that he had done something that had led to Alex's name being dropped.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand.
Assumedly, he was being punished (or he was being bizarrely treated to a get out of lesson free card) for something completely and utterly mysterious, and this punishment was to cook.
So cook he shall.
"The question is, what will I be cooking?" Alex muttered to himself, casting an emerald gaze around the room.
The room that he had been given (or, rather, forced into, but who cares about semantics) was actually quite large for what it was. Rows upon rows upon rows of ovens littered the room, and sinks hugged the vanilla wallpaper - he was in a cooking classroom. Alex walked away from the small desk he was set at, feet treading along the grey, dull floor as he made his way through the labyrinth of cookery equipment.
A small fridge unit was propped up against the wall, plugged into the wall by a short cord.
"Now, what's in hear?" The student gripped the handle tightly, before yanking it opening with a small grunt.
Well that isn't helpful.
All that sat in their was a bunch of boring old ingredients, ingredients that he couldn't really use for much more than a stir fry. With a sigh of disappointment, he was just going to accept the fact that he would have to cook a stir fry, until he noticed a small, silver tube of tomato puree.
"Well isn't this convenient," he smirked. "I could do with a pizza at the moment."
He felt a bit like a vegetable thieving hobgoblin by the time he raided the fridge of it's goods, and with a quick rifle through the cupboards nearby he managed to scrounge up everything that he would need to create a home-made pizza, Alex style.
If there was one thing Alex prided himself on, it was being able to cook. He might not be the greatest athlete in the world, or the best mathematician, but he could damn well cook. Something that even he was surprised at being able to do, considering that his mother couldn't even make toast without making it charcoal.
Time to make the best damn pizza in the world!
Slipping into an old apron, he washed his hands, as you're supposed to do before handling food. He grabbed a few bowls, and using a cup he scooped up a few cups of bread-flour, pouring three of them into the mixing bowl. With another bowl filled with hot water, Alex chucked some yeast in, setting the timer on his phone for five minutes.
It may have been against the rules to have a phone on school property, but he frankly didn't care for anything that hypocrite Hibari had to say.
"Alex, what'ya doing?"
Where for the love of everything holy did he come from?
"For crying out loud Ryohei, at least warn me that your gonna pop up out of nowhere." Immediately dismissing him, he returned to what he was doing.
"I extremely appeared a while ago, but you were laughing to yourself like 'O-ho-ho'," he even did the little laugh.
I don't laugh like that do I?
"Shut up and tell me why you're here." Alex ignored the freaky laughter in favour of asking him the serious questions.
"Aren't you cooking for me?" Ryohei actually looked aghast, as if it was something that Alex should have known all along and it was some deep crime that he had no clue about it.
"Cute." Alex prayed the sarcasm wasn't lost on Ryohei. "Now, who told you that so I can slap them across the face with a table."
"You mean you aren't cooking for me...?" Ryohei trailed off, clueless, looking like a wounded puppy.
"...Yes, Ryohei, I'm cooking for you." Alex cringed, knowing that this would eventually bite him in the ass.
"Extreme," Ryohei started, only to be cut off by a diabolical apron thrown by Alex crashing into his noggin.
The cook pointedly ignored the sterling boxer's fight against the apron, distracted by his phone's alarm going off. Heavy-handed, he turned the timer off, whilst somehow simultaneously chucking the contents of both bowls into a separate one, along with salt, sugar and a dash of olive oil.
The squabble behind him was getting even louder, Ryohei arguing with a non-existent entity whilst Alex worked on mixing the starchy mess into something that at least resembled a sphere.
"VICTORY TO THE EXTREMEEE," the victorious boy cried, finally managing to slip on the apron.
"That's nice Ryohei, now get over here." Alex ordered, voice tinged with both amusement and exasperation.
"How do I do..." Ryohei was, for the second time today, interrupted by his ginger friend, who clamped onto his hands with a vice-like grip.
"That's how you knead it," hands clasped over the other's, Alex guided his hands through the motions until Ryohei could do it himself.
Ryohei was off in his own little world after that, a running commentary on the kneading interspersed with cries of 'EXTREME KNEADING', whilst Alex went off on an adventure to find some more flour to add to the mixture.
"Umm, Ryohei?" Alex asked when he returned, adding the extra flour necessary to the bowl.
"Hmm?" Ryohei was to busy focusing on the flour to respond.
"Aren't you supposed to be in lesson now?" Unlike Alex, Ryohei wasn't exactly exempt from staying out of lesson as a result of some crazy event.
It seemed like the same thought had occurred to Ryohei, as he was distracted from the dough ball.
"This small teacher came up to me in the hallway, and started talking about food and stuff," Ryohei scratched his chin, leaving a bit of flour stuck there, "Rebo-something, I forget."
Alex was stopped from asking by a knock on the door, and a fluffy head in the doorway.
"Tsuna, what's wrong?" Tsuna looked lost and confused, making Alex worried. "Ryohei, just continue kneading, I'll be back in a minute."
Determined, Ryohei let out a grunt of understanding before zealously returning to the task. Alex left Ryohei in charge, even if it could end in disaster, so that the two could have some semblance of privacy. They were on the first floor of the building, near to both the receptionist's office (the woman still got on Alex's nerves) and the emergency staircase that lead directly up to the roof.
"I came to find you cause I was worried," this was the first time that Alex had seen Tsuna so lost before, and it made his heart ache.
"Worried about?" Alex prodded, urging him on.
"Something happened yesterday," Tsuna started, grounding himself to keep his emotions in check, "yesterday, I was approached by Yamamoto-san."
"The sports one?"
"The sports one." Tsuna confirmed. "He came to me, asking for advice on what to do. I don't know why, but I feel like I've given him the worst advice I could have possibly done."
"I'm certain that it wasn't that bad." Alex tried to console him.
"No, I'm certain that it was bad advice." Tsuna barked out, angry at himself.
"Well, have you tried to find him then?" Seeing Tsuna's nod, Alex just gestured for him to continue.
"That's why I'm not in lesson. He wasn't in lesson, and he wasn't in the infirmary either." He seemed certain that he was in the school, and not at home recovering from an illness or an injury.
"Are you sure he's not at home?"
"Absolutely certain."
The resolution in his eyes was almost frightening.
Alex mulled it over in his head, the two of them trying to figure out where Yamamoto could be. The only place that he could be was on the roof, but Alex hadn't even seen hide-nor-hair of the sport's prodigy.
"The only place he could be is the roof then, but..." Whatever Alex was about to say was forgotten, as after he said the word 'roof' Tsuna brightened up, as if hit with a bolt of inspiration, and he went charging for the staircase nearby, not even throwing a thank you his way.
Alex blinked once, twice, before turning back round and returning to his cooking.
Something told him that where Tsuna was going he couldn't follow, or else something terrible would happen, so Alex just wished Tsuna all the best.
"Am I done yet?" Ryohei whined, his impatience getting the better of him when he saw Alex's return.
One look told him that the dough was very much done.
"Yeah, for now," Alex saved the dough ball from Ryohei's death grip with one hand whilst using his free hand to cover another bowl with olive oil. Dropping the ball in unceremoniously, he used his free hand to turn the oven up high. Covering the surface of the bowl with a plastic wrap, he hastily put the dough in the oven. "And that's that."
"When will it be done?" Ryohei's smoky eyes sparkled at the thought of food.
"We've got an hour until we have to check on the dough." Alex roughly estimated, as both cooks removed the aprons. "What d'you wanna do?"
Alex didn't even know why he bothered asking, as by the time he got the question out Ryohei had picked him up and hauled him out the room, his mind dead-set on the boxing room.
He's not half predictable.
Alex was just glad he wasn't being dragged around, it was murder on his arms. Not that it wasn't much better being lugged around like a sack of potatoes.
The boxing room, despite popular belief, wasn't a disastrous mess like people thought it would be. It was actually clean and orderly. Feet now clearly on the ground, Alex stretched, removing a thin, silver necklace from around his neck. It was one of those ones that was just a plain chain, but he got it because he wanted to put something on it. Just what that would be is a mystery, as he didn't really know what that would be just yet.
And then he was dodging, rolling out the way of an 'extreme' haymaker.
All Alex had to do was survive for an hour against a pent-up Ryohei.
Well, it's certainly easier said than done.
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Next time we're watching TV, not endurance training. Fuck endurance training.
Alex crashed through the door, dragging himself other to the sink nearby, guzzling water from the tap like a man does to an oasis in a desert. Ryohei sauntered in behind him, sweaty but not in anywhere near the same condition.
The Brit could feel his muscles screaming out in agony, but he endured it for the sake of gorgeous food.
Panting even now, Alex weakly pulled the dough out of the oven, separating it into two even balls with some difficulty. Brandishing a rolling pin like a murder weapon; he went to town on the rebellious ball of dough, flattening it in record time. With the dough now flattened, he rolled it back up with his hands, before grabbing a knife and severing it in two. With two separate balls, he rolled them both out; uncapping the tomato puree after they were both flat and he had curled out the edges, doubling it in on itself.
He's had a lot of practice making pizza.
Spreading the tomato puree around the duo of pizzas, starting inwards and moving outwards, finishing it off with a second run of it. Taking the cheese(s), he spread out the many different types over the top of the pizza, deciding on making it a simple mozzarella and not something special – after all he didn't really have much to work with, as this was all coincidental, unless butter is now a suitable topping for pizza. With the easy part done, he stuck the two identical pizzas into the surprisingly spacious oven, and tried to tidy up the mess.
Actually, no, Ryohei can do it. I feel like bloody melting into the floor.
"I'll extremely do it!" It was as if he could read Alex's mind, as he set about cleaning the room.
"Thanks." Alex groaned out, the pain in his muscles almost unbearable. How people do this sort of stuff often was a mystery to him, if they felt this pain every single time they tried.
"I remember something from my first teacher," Ryohei commented, his voice rough yet mellow. "If it hurts it's a good thing."
"Huh?" Alex laugh was a rough bark. "My first teacher told me to tell an adult if something hurt."
"He said that, if it hurts, it'll make you strong." The boxer was lost in memories, so Alex chose not to interrupt. "It was an old saying from an Italian boxer from years ago. He was the most extreme boxer out there, according to my awesome teacher, so much so that he was extremely named Knuckle."
"So he's extreme then?" the pizzas were nearly done, if his eyesight wasn't failing him, as Alex looked through the glass screen.
"Very."
If it hurts, it'll make you strong, eh?
"Ryohei?"
"Huh?"
"Just make sure you don't get hurt to much, alright? That'll be a pain." Alex was blushing as he said it, not even facing his partner, instead he checked on the pizzas.
They were covered in a lovely golden glaze, and that the cheese looked as if a professional had made it and then photo-shopped it to make it look even better, he patted himself on the back for a job well done.
Calling over Ryohei, they plated the better of the two, whilst Alex covered the other in tin foil for Tsuna and Nana to enjoy.
"Go on, you get first slice - I did cook for you after all." Separated into eight, Ryohei naturally took the largest slice, the cheesy goodness tearing away beautifully.
Marks and Spencer's be jelly of my food porn. But still, I'm confused as to why I've spent the entire day cooking instead of learning - the only thing I have done is hand in work and get implicated in some grievous crime.
Ryohei took a bite.
And erupted into a massive grin, demolishing the rest of it in seconds. Reaching for a second slice and doing the same to it as he had done to its brethren.
Alex went for a slice of his own, still preoccupied with his own thoughts, he couldn't help but to comment on his eating habits.
"EXTREME…TASTES! You're going to be cooking this for me more. Well you are just going to be cooking more for me in general." Ryohei demanded shoveling more pizza in his mouth.
"Well, that's one thing sorted." The smile had yet to leave his face. "So what is it that you wanted me to come round for anyway?"
"I wanted you to come round?"
He's completely forgotten about it.
"Never mind Ryohei, never mind."
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I can't believe that I missed Tsuna at the end of the day.
Knocking on the front door, Alex desperately quell the urge to brutally murder the yapping chihuahua next door, one hand holding the covered up pizza and the other tapping the door.
He didn't have to wait long, as Nana opened the door whilst trying to tie an apron that she had put on. If Alex had to guess what was going on, it would be that she had just put dinner on but was rushing about for something. Voicing his question out loud as they made their way back inside and into the kitchen, he took a seat, waiting for her to answer it. She seemed conflicted about whether or not she should say it to him, but relented when she saw that he wouldn't really judge her if it was something bad.
"I… don't have enough food to cook for everybody. I only have enough food stocked for tomorrow morning's breakfast, and Tsuna has his two handsome friends round." Nana said this, acting as if it was the end of the world as we know it, as Alex tried, and failed, to figure out why this was such a huge problem.
Seeing as she was starting to go into hysterics about it, he sighed, sacrificing his hard-made pizza. She denied it, and only when he promised to take the rest upstairs and give it to the teens, did she take a slice.
"What does it need?" Alex asked, curious to see what the other culinary genius had to say.
Nodding, she took one, before tasting the slice of mozzarella. Chewing slowly, she swallowed it, before focusing her attention on to Alex once more as he waited for her expert critique.
"Needs a little bit more salt, but otherwise perfect, though this was the first time I've eaten pizza in a while. You need to teach me to make it so I can cook it for them myself." Listening to the advice like the culinary gospel it was, he promised to teach her if she relaxed and let him cook sometimes, or at least taught him how to cook food like hers.
Calling out the promise after his retreating back, she smiled happily; even if she didn't want to bother him with the whole thing. Alex stormed up the stairs, politely knocking on the door - waiting patiently to be let in.
He tossed a baleful glare at Reborn, still remembering the trouble he had caused today, he smiled curtly at the two other people in the room. Whilst Gokudera was too busy glaring at Yamamoto to notice, Yamamoto smiled happily back, one hand scratching the back of his head as the other rested in a sling.
"I've brought pizza. Eat it or Nana-san murders you in your sleep." Alex was still wary, eyes on Reborn, as if afraid that he'll cause the end of the world if he escapes from view.
"Maa maa, pizza-chan, who are you?" The dark haired one - Takeshi, his mind supplied - asked.
"I'm Alex Ivy. Or Ivy Alex if you want me to not be confusing. I'm from the United Kingdom, so I'm a little bit sketchy on traditions, which was why I asked to transfer schools to Japan for a bit," the response was a bit lengthy, but he wanted to give the two at least some explanation as to who he was.
"I'm Yamamoto Takeshi, but if you want me to make it easier on you, you can call me Takeshi if you want, Alex-chan." Yamamoto shrugged, easy-going smile all over his face as he introduced himself. Turning to Gokudera, who was fuming in the corner, Tsuna all but ordered him to introduce himself to the new-comer. Snarling at him, he looked the other way, tearing into the pizza he brought.
"Gokudera Hayato. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. I don't like you. The sooner we get this out the sooner you can leave my life, fangirl!" Gokudera snarled, unaware that he just set off a literal time bomb. Tsuna, using a juvenile form of Hyper Intuition, made himself as small as possible, fearing for his life as Alex's smile turned positively frigid.
Eying the scowling boy, he didn't see what was so special about what was in front of him.
"Pardon me, but fangirl? I'm sorry, but why would I ever be a fan of you. So please, save your breath and save us all from the garbage that's about to spew out your mouth - you need it to blow up your girlfriend." Alex was apoplectic - it's not as if he had antagonized him or anything.
"Shut your mouth, ginge!"
"I'm sorry, but was that supposed to be insulting?"
"You just need to shut up, carrot-top, are you on your period?"
"You look like you raided an aquarium and stuck one of the octopuses on your head. Like, seriously, I'm pretty sure I can see a tentacle moving in that mess you call hair."
On and on it went, neither side giving up. The argument lasted for as long as Gokudera stayed, both two stubborn to relent, and only ended because Yamamoto had to go home - prompting Tsuna to kick Gokudera out with him.
Tired, Alex said goodnight to Tsuna and Nana, and crawled into his bed shattered.
Wait, do they think I'm a girl?
Suddenly, he wasn't so tired anymore.
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Chapter 6, Fin~
Thanks everyone for the continued support, and I'm sorry for the rather lack-luster chapter. Next one will be super interesting, I promise, with quite a bit of action.
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So until next time~
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