AN: I'm back with a new chapter, I set a new record for myself with its word count lol. I know the plot is slow-going, but I want to settle things in place properly and show how Vongola sees Gojo yet again. Also, I'm no psychologist, so apologies if anything is amiss in how Tsumiki acts. Thank you for your patience and enjoy the chapter.
Warning for the mentions of child neglect.
Neither of them has the time to do or say anything before the front door slams open, and Takeshi and Hayato stumble out. Gojo tenses for a second then relaxes when he sees it's the inseparable duo.
"Jyuudaime!" the Storm Guardian exclaims in relief as he marched to the four. "Are you alright? Gojo didn't do anything, did he?"
"Your faith in me astounds me, Hayato, truly," Satoru drawls lazily, hand on the chest for dramatic effect, but those present who have interacted with him for the last few months know he isn't offended. On the contrary, the little shit is having fun. "Me, hurting our source of common sense and sunshine?" he gasps theatrically. "Cease the blasphemy at once, you fiend!"
"You…!" Hayato fumes, red-faced.
"Gokudera," Takeshi tries to appease his fellow Guardian, to no avail. "Calm down, Gojo's just teasing."
"Attention," Tsuna cuts in before this absurdity can continue any further. "Said voice of reason would like you to stop before you use language and the like as we have children here. Nothing happened, I'm fine, Satoru was just over the top as usual," she says with a roll of her eyes at the smug sorcerer.
The two Guardians have the decency to appear embarrassed, mumbling apologies. Tsumiki covers her mouth with a hand.
"They're so silly!" she giggles from beside Tsuna, nervousness forgotten. It's good she and Megumi didn't get apprehensive, finding this amusing if a bit silly, both Tsuna and Satoru note to themselves.
It's a good start.
"We can be silly, yeah," Takeshi agrees. He crouches down, approaching the siblings first. "I'm Yamamoto Takeshi. You're Tsumiki and Megumi, right?"
"We are!" Tsumiki says brightly. "It's nice to meet you, Yamamoto-san, Gokudera-san!"
Gokudera grumbles his own greeting while Megumi simply nods.
"Well, if the crisis is averted, I'll go help Maman set the table," Bianchi says, effectively excusing herself and breaking the tension.
It also serves as a cue because Takeshi stands up from his position as Bianchi disappears inside the house. "I think we should go too. C'mon, Gokudera, no need to overwhelm them on their first night."
"Don't tell me what to do," Hayato snaps halfheartedly at best, but follows after their Rain. "Good night, Tenth. Have a good evening."
"You too, Hayato."
"See you tomorrow, Gojo, Tsuna! You too, Megumi, Tsumiki!"
"Sure!"
With that exchange of goodbyes, Gokudera and Yamamoto leave.
"See," Satoru turns to Tsuna once their two friends disappear in the distance, and it's just them and the Fushiguro siblings, smiling smugly. "No retribution like you warned me about, hah!
"Only because of sheer luck and the presence of the kids."
"About sheer luck, is that a Harry Potter reference? Because I read Philosofer's Stone and the others that came out. Come to think of it, I think Hermione would suit you."
"You're Draco Malfoy, then?"
"Puh-lease," Satoru scoffs, rolling his eyes. "While we share some similarities, I don't run away screaming "My mother will hear about this!" he parodied, causing the girls to laugh. Megumi for his part, looks at Tsuna, asking:
"Are you always like this? You, Gojo, and the others, Sawada-san?"
"Most of the time," she replies with a smile. "But they are good people, so don't hesitate to ask." At Megumi's nod, she continues, "But enough of that, you two are probably hungry. Coming, Satoru?" she directs the last part at the Strongest, a question a habit by now.
"Yep!" it isn't the first time he attends dinner, but every time he does, a funny feeling blooms in his chest. Not a bad one, quite the opposite. It's similar to the feeling he got when he was with Shoko and… Suguru before things fell apart. He knows the word, but for some reason, it slips his mind to his frustration. He masks it with a smile and a request. "Setsuna-chan, wait a second, please."
Furrowing her brows in confusion, Setsuna sends the kids ahead nonetheless, so they can speak freely. "What is it?"
"Tomorrow I'll take kids to the doctor." At the news, Tsuna's expression eases from confusion to understanding.
"That's logical. Jujutsu or ordinary one?"
"Jujutsu. My classmate is studying to be one, so she can find something my Six Eyes missed. Also, what about school?"
"Hm," Tsuna tilts her head to the side, thinking the question over. "First, let's wait for a few days to get them adjusted. We can prepare the documents for transfer once your classmate gives the green light. Then, we ask if they are ready."
"Sounds like a plan," Satoru approves with a grin, and then the two teenagers follow after the siblings.
As soon as she and Megumi step inside the house, Tsumiki's senses are assaulted by the interior of a simple, but lovely hallway and the amazing smell of a homecooked meal that made her both hungry and nostalgic — when was the last time she came home to the food that wasn't cooked by herself? Tsumiki doesn't remember, and she doubts Megumi remembers either.
"My siblings are promised to be on the best behavior, but they can get quite rowdy in their excitement, so fair warning," Sawada-san says quietly, entering with Gojo-san right after them as they all take off their shoes, then says louder. "We are back!"
Sawada-san's announcement becomes some sort of signal because everyone goes out into the corridor to greet them. Bianchi-san, whom they already knew, a tall elegant man with a hat, a woman with an apron and dark short hair, and three kids, all older than her and Megumi.
This is Sawada-san's family. Tsumiki hopes they will like them.
"Welcome back, Tsu-chan, Gojo-kun! How was your day?" A woman in an apron says with a bright smile. She looks a lot like Sawada-san does — must be her mother. Sawada-san's next words confirm it.
"Hi, Mom, it was good. Sorry if this is all sudden," Sawada-san says apologetically. "Satoru took me to meet Fushiguro-kun and Fushiguro-chan today unexpectedly, and we had to take them quickly because their apartment was… less than ideal."
Technically it's true, but suddenly, fear grips her insides in its cold grasp. What if Sawada-san's mother thinks they are nasty and tells them her home is no place for them? Tsumiki subtly brushes away any wrinkles on her old well-worn dress with nervous, jerky gestures. Beside her, Megumi tenses, picking up on her fear and silently awaiting judgment.
But it doesn't come. Instead, Sawada-san's mother says, "It's fine, Reborn warned me as soon as you called! And you know everyone is welcome at any time," and turns to address them. "Hello! Megumi and Tsumiki, right? I'm Sawada Nana, Tsu-chan's mother. You can call me Nana-san if you want. I hope you'll feel welcome here."
Fear leaves, relief taking its place like a tidal wave. Megumi also relaxes slightly. She's so warm and accepting like Sawada-san that Tsumiki almost wants to cry. But she holds it in, not wishing to appear ungrateful or something. "Thank you so much. Um," she hesitates. "Where can we place our things?"
"Upstairs. I prepared rooms for you."
Rooms? She and Megumi have shared for a long time now, and she doesn't want to be far away from him. Especially, in a new unknown place.
Apparently, sharing her thoughts, Megumi voices an objection, "Tsumiki and I will share."
Nana-san frowns, unsure of the idea, but before she can say anything else, Gojo-san comes to their aid.
"Let them share, Nana-san. It's their first night here, it'll be more comfortable for them."
"I suppose you're right, Gojo-kun," Nana-san agrees to Tsumiki's relief. "They can share. Oh!" the woman exclaims suddenly. "You're surely hungry, and I keep you here. How rude of me! Go on, wash up."
"Then Satoru and I will use the second-floor bathroom and place Fushiguro-kun and Fushiguro-chan's things in one of the rooms you've prepared," Sawada-san says as she and Gojo-san take her and Megumi's bags. "Fuuta, can you show them the way?"
"Of course, Tsuna-nee!" the oldest of the three, the sandy-colored pre-teen says, then smiles at Tsumiki and Megumi while others went their own ways, another boy with curly hair complaining that he wanted to introduce himself with the girl with a braid shushing him. "Follow me, Megumi-kun, Tsumiki-chan."
They do. Fuuta-kun leads them to the bathroom. It's simple, but clean, with no dirt, cracks, or mold that had been in their old apartment, and impossible to get rid of.
"Feel free to wash up," Fuuta-kun says. "Then we'll have dinner, everyone is excited to meet you."
"Thank you, Fuuta-kun! We'll be quick!" Tsumiki promises. With a nod, Fuuta-kun leaves, closing the door. "You first, Megumi."
"I think there's no need to take turns," her little brother says, passing her the soap. "Everything seems in working order, unlike back home."
She turns on the faucet. Instead of dirty, smelly water, clean, warm one runs nonstop, not sputtering like back home. Tsumiki beams.
"You're right!"
They clean up as best as they can with the only use of soap. Once Tsumiki deems the result satisfactory, they dry themselves and go to the dining room. When they get there, the food's aroma increases tenfold, and everyone is already seated down, chatter and clatter filling the air. Nana-san is the first to notice them.
"Oh, Tsumiki-chan, Megumi-kun, you're just in time!" she says. "Sit down."
Tsumiki looks at the seats, lost where to sit. The girl with the braid she had seen earlier points to the seat beside her. Tsumiki nods thankfully and sits down, Megumi next to her. Second later, she gapes in amazement.
On the table, there seem to be thousands of dishes: curry, chicken, and other dishes of Japanese cuisine. There are those she doesn't know or only seen in movies. There is even cake!
"I wasn't sure what you and Mwgumi-kun like, so there's a little bit of everything," Nana-san says. Tsumiki and Megumi stare at her, flabbergasted.
"It's all for us?" Tsumiki asks, not daring to believe this. Why do so much for strangers? She can't understand. "We can eat as much as we want?"
"You'll have to take it easy for now since we don't know how you've gone without meals," Bianchi-san warns kindly. "But yes, this is all for you and Megumi-kun."
For them. For them. Megumi won't have to go to sleep hungry. Ever again, if they are lucky.
If this is a dream I don't want to wake up she thinks when the realization that they are safe truly hits. Overwhelmed, she feels tears fall.
"Tsumiki!" Megumi exclaims in worry, taking her arm. Others at the table exchange a look of alarm, exploding in a flurry of activity:
"What's wrong?!"
"Are you hurt, Tsumiki-chan?!"
"I'll bring the first aid kit!"
"No, no!" Tsumiki assures everyone through the sniffs. "I'm not hurt, just too much and I'm happy that we are safe. I'm grateful!"
Everybody relaxes, sitting down with a relieved smiles on their faces. Megumi huffs.
"Stupid sister," he grumbles, equal parts relieved and disgruntled. "Crying over something like that."
Tsumiki just laughs, not at all offended as the braided girl passes her the handkerchief. She knows she worried her brother with this display, and that's why he huffs like a hedgehog. This was her little brother.
"A little bit of crying sometimes helps, Megumi-kun," Bianchi-san says.
"Still, I'm sorry for worrying you all," she apologizes as she brushes away her tears and returns to the older girl. Sawada-san smiles.
"No apologies needed. Happens to everyone."
"Plus," Gojo-san adds cheerily. "You're part of the family once and for all if you visit even once. That's the Sawada Family rule! You're stuck with us!"
"Joy," Megumi drones, but she can tell he's happy not to be sent back to where they lived with Mom and Toji-san. She's happy too, even if there's a silver of guilt that they didn't wait for them.
But they won't be angry about that if they come back, right?
"Okay!" Nana-san claps her hands to draw their attention. "Enough of the heavy topics. The food is getting cold, dig in."
"Do you have anything with ginger, Nana-san?"
Nana-san perks up. "You like ginger, Megumi-kun?"
Her brother nods shyly in confirmation. Nana-san passes him the dish with a smile.
"Of course, we have. Here!"
The rest of the dinner passes with laughter and jokes. Tsumiki and Megumi get introduced to Reborn-san (the elegant man in a hat) who's Sawada-san's tutor (when Megumi asks what he tutors her in, the answer is life in deep a smooth voice that Tsumiki only heard in Mom's TV shows). He's sharp around the edges, rough like Toji-san, but she senses a caring nature deep down.
They get introduced to the kids as well. Fuuta, kind and gentle, welcomes them once again. Lambo, a boy with curly hair and a cow theme in clothes, is rambunctious and a bit bratty, which annoys Megumi a little, but he sneaks Tsumiki a few grape candies to cheer her up when no one is watching. I-Pin, the girl who gave her the handkerchief tells her about the shenanigans Lambo got into as they prepared for Tsumiki and Megumi's arrival.
For the first time since Mom and Toji-san left, she feels like she can be free.
Her and Megumi both.
When Tsumiki tries to volunteer to wash dishes after dinner, Reborn shoos her away. He needs details from his student, and that's something the kids shouldn't hear.
"But…" the girl begins, only to be gently interrupted by his student.
"While the gesture is nice, you're a guest, Fushiguro-chan," Tsuna says, placing the leftovers in the fridge. With the amount they have, they won't have to cook for at least a week. "I appreciate it, but you should go play or rest with the others."
The girl's brother seems to read the mood correctly — smart kid — and tugs on his sister's hand.
"C'mon, Tsumiki, we still have homework to finish. Gojo is waiting".
"Oh, right, your competition!" she recalls and the siblings go to the living room where Gojo brat gathered everyone for some homework competition. Reborn raises an eyebrow with a questioning glance at his student.
"Fushiguro-kun activated Satoru's competitive streak," Tsuna informs him sheepishly. "They have continued it from where they left off in the apartment, and others decided to join."
Reborn hums in understanding as the two of them begin to work in tandem on the dishes. The noise in the living room is a nice accompaniment.
And, more importantly, prevents eavesdropping.
"So, what do you think about them?" Tsuna asks eventually, referring to the siblings as she struggles with a particularly stubborn stain on a bowl.
Reborn considers what he observed at the dinner today: how Tsumiki kept feeding her brother while the boy hid the snacks in his pockets for later. Not to mention, their state of clothes; how Tsumiki is slightly thinner than Megumi and not just due to the height difference. And, at last, her reaction to the glorious dinner Nana made in honor of their welcome.
Toji was more like Iemitsu than he thought.
"They were neglected, weren't they," he speaks the conclusion aloud. Tsuna nods grimly.
"Yes. Their apartment was a shithole," she scowls as she passes him another plate to dry off. "I thought Dad was a deadbeat one, but this was a new record. Satoru and I couldn't leave them like this."
"You don't have to justify yourself to me," he says. She made the right call, given the state of things. "They remind me of you four years ago actually," he adds thoughtfully.
"How so?" Tsuna asks with a frown, brushing the loose strand from her bun behind her ear.
"Like Tsumiki, you hide your pain behind a smile for the sake of others," he says with a touch of nostalgia. "Like she's the world for her brother, you're the world for others. Like Megumi, you lacked a good father figure and due to years of bullying, was hesitant to trust anyone. Only, he's a porcupine and you were a scaredy cat."
Tsuna rolls her eyes at the comparison even if it was somewhat accurate. "You make it sound like fate or something."
"Fate or not, do you understand that these kids are traumatized?" he asks the reasonable question. "I know you dealt with Lambo and Fuuta, but this is gonna be whole another beast."
"I know, but what kind of friend would I be if I let Satoru deal with it on his own?" she throws her own question back at him. "Especially, when I can do something about it."
Her — by now – casual use of the brat's given name makes him recall the day the brat barged into their lives and refused to leave.
The knock on the front door interrupts Reborn's lesson on Romano Famiglia's history. The two share a wary glance.
"Are we waiting for someone?" he asks. Tsuna shakes her head.
"No. Kaa-san and Bianchi went shopping with the kids. Hayato is working with his weapons, Takeshi and his father are busy with the restaurant, Ryohei is spending time with Hana, and Mukuro and Chrome are on a training trip with Fran. Same with Kyoya and Dino," Tsuna says. "Maybe it's Kyoko and Haru? I haven't heard about any special plans from them."
"Possibly," Reborn agrees. Tsuna goes to open the door, and he stays where he was. He hears the door unlock and a cheery greeting. Only that's not Kyoko and Haru.
"Hiya, Setsuna-chan!"
"Gojo-san!? What are you doing here?"
Gojo?! What a pinnacle of Jujutsu Society is doing here of all places, and near his student for God's sake?
Going out in a hallway, Reborn indeed sees Gojo Satoru in the flesh on their porch. He looks just like they say: tall height, snow white hair, those ridiculous glasses hiding trademark Gojo eyes, and that uniform of Jujutsu College. Tokyo one, most likely.
The question is, where they could have met? Those Sorcerers keep to themselves, and Tsuna doesn't know about them yet!
The brat, meanwhile, keeps talking: "To answer your question of why I'm here, Setsuna-chan, I got bored. Our meeting was short but interesting, so I decided to pay a visit."
"How did you find my address?" Tsuna asks the brat, suspicious. Reborn would like an answer too.
Gojo smirks. "It was quite easy. A simple search and voila!"
"You do realize it could be called stalking or even breach of personal information?" Tsuna informs the brat dryly.
Gojo has the audacity to shrug. "So? It isn't against the law to visit a pretty girl."
Tsuna's brow twitches. Reborn decides it's time to put the brat in his place.
"Do you need me to kick him out?" he speaks up from the doorway. Screw what Gojo Clan will think, nobody gets away with harassing his student.
Least of all so-called "God among mortals" of Jujutsu Society.
"Excuse us for a second," Tsuna says to the brat tersely before coming over to him and whispering, "I don't think kicking him out will work."
"I can be pretty convincing."
In response to that, Tsuna gives him the most deadpan look ever. "That's true, but when did kicking out actually work? They just keep coming back," she glances back to the brat, a contemplative look in her eye. "He's gonna be the same. Besides… something tells me it's the right thing to do. To let him in, that is."
"Your Intuition?"
"Mhm," Tsuna nods with a hum. "I can tell he's annoying beyond belief, but… I don't know why, but if Intuition tells me something, I wanna try."
"Fine," Reborn says begrudgingly. After all, Tsuna's Intuition never led them astray before. If she wants to become friends with Gojo, who's he to stop her? "But any funny business, and he's flying off the highest cliff I can find."
"I don't doubt it," she says to him with a grateful smile before addressing Gojo again. "You can come in, Gojo-san. What kind of tea and sweets do you like?"
"Any will do," Gojo brat enters with a triumphant grin, a god among mortals just as they say. "But I have a request."
"What kind?" Tsuna wonders, confused.
"Call me Satoru."
And the rest, as they say, was history. Gojo kept coming and coming whenever he felt "bored". He easily charmed Nana and the kids, girls too. Tsuna eventually gave in to the request, he drove Gokudera up the wall with his teasing, and he and Yamamoto seemed to get along well enough. Even Reborn eventually came to accept the annoying pest and saw that Tsuna's Intuition was right as usual. The lonely, strong, winter child, that came to them in search of warmth, fit right in with the Vongola.
And then, he came different one day. More otherworldly than before, more god-like. Like he went through death and rebirth into a higher being. His visits grew less and less frequent until he went off the radar completely. None of them understood the rapid change. Not even Reborn who only had a hearsay of Jujutsu Society, and not anything concrete to his annoyance.
And then…
The brat resurfaced back with two children months later, that needed help and warmth, and the fact of defeating the Sorcerer Killer. And he, himself, was starting to crack under the weight of his divinity. It was clear the brat was in denial about it, but how long could he deny the obvious? Did he even understand why he decided subconsciously to come to them?
Reborn knows the answer is no due to the denial and "I'm the Strongest" mentality. He's gonna change it. No ally and member of Vongola is going to delude themselves on his watch.
The absence of noise from the living room draws his attention from his musings. Tsuna stops her task too, listening in.
"Did they fall asleep or something?" she wonders.
As if to answer her question, Gojo walks in, Fushiguro siblings in his arms, asleep.
"They wore themselves out," he says quietly, so as not to wake up the kids. "No wonder. Too many emotions for one day."
"True," Tsuna agrees, just as softly. "It's late. Stay the night?"
Gojo shakes his head. "I'll put the kids to bed and go home. Maybe some other time."
This is another thing with Gojo — he never stays the night. Reborn suspects it's the nightmares. About what happened. And Sorcerer work in general. Gojo doesn't want to ruin the image of the Strongest with them. Or anybody else, for that matter.
Too bad for him though that Reborn and the rest of Tenth Generation see through that bullshit, just don't say anything. Still, that's a good opportunity for Reborn to speak to the brat alone.
"Okay then," Tsuna accepts easily with a shrug, respecting Gojo's boundaries even if the guy in question pushes them more often than not. "See you tomorrow. Good night, Satoru."
"You too," Gojo says back. "No need to see me out."
"I'll do that regardless, because I need to say something to you," Reborn says, voice brooking no argument.
Both teens — almost adults with the positions they have and the world they live in — look at him in confusion, but then Gojo shrugs, mindful of the children.
"Whatever, Reborn-san. Give me five minutes, tops."
And he disappears in the hallway. Tsuna's face radiates suspicion.
"Should I be worried about the conversation?" she asks him with a narrow look.
"Just want to ask the question," he replies. It's the half-truth, anyway.
"Your "just questions" cause an identity crisis on a good day," his student tells him with a roll of her eyes. She resumes washing the dishes. "But go ahead; it's not like I can stop you."
Reborn only smirks in amusement with the corner of his lips in reply, and in that moment, Gojo comes back. Reborn follows after him outside as Nana and the rest of the family exchange goodbyes with the sorcerer, and Nana gives him food in the Tupperware — as she does ever since meeting the brat because Nana is just like that — on their way out.
"So?" Gojo asks, voice deep with seriousness as soon as they are outside. "What is it that you needed to say?"
Straight to the point this time. Reborn can appreciate it. "First things first: when was the last time you slowed down to catch your breath?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Gojo asks with a raised brow in return, casting a wary glance at Reborn over his glasses. His posture is tense.
That's a no then. Just as Reborn suspected. Ever since he came to them with the news, he was either wreaking havoc on the Guardians' nerves or making sure everything was in order for the Fushiguros' arrival, and anything else in between. No break whatsoever. Or even if there was one, it was short and fleeting, not enough to cure the fatigue that is starting to sink into him. Sooner rather than later, it's gonna win, and Gojo will crash and burn.
Good thing he has Reborn and others to knock sense into him then.
"Everything," the ex-Arcobaleno tells the Strongest Sorcerer of their lifetime. "If you don't rest, your fatigue will bite you in the ass."
"I'm fine," the brat denies stubbornly. "No need to act so concerned, Reborn-san. You're no Setsuna-chan, that's not cute on you."
Another thing about Gojo — despite the banter and actions that border on romantic, his interest in Tsuna doesn't bear the signs of romance. Whatever happened with Toji and the mysterious classmate, caused Gojo to feel lost, afloat. Tsuna isn't a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but she proved to be someone who could keep up with this God in human flesh and see beyond the power and titles. Others too. Gojo needs exactly that — someone to keep up with him, but he's afraid to reach out himself. Too deep in denial and in his mentality to admit it.
Which is why Reborn is here — to give him the necessary push, to set him on this road to recovery, and to set him free from his self-imposed chains. And he'll do it, one way or the other.
"True, I'm no Tsuna," Reborn agrees. He twirls his sideburns. "Nor am I a Jujutsu Soecerer, so I can't fully understand your struggles. However, you're part of the family as far as everyone is concerned, so it makes it my concern. I'm also part of the Strongest Seven, so allow me to give advice as the Strongest to the Strongest."
Gojo snorts, but indulges him nonetheless. "Sure, whatever. What is this advice, oh, wise one?"
"Allow yourself to slow down before you crash," Reborn tells him, ignoring the jab. "You're only human. You won't be able to help others if you don't help yourself first. And think on why you came to us."
"I came because—"
"That's a surface reason," Reborn interrupts, halting the excuse. "Or at least, not the only one. Let me tell you this: sometimes a person manages feats he does because he has a team. You have a team in your corner. We're not Jujutsu Sorcerers, but we can help in other ways. You just need to call. Think on it, will you?"
Gojo doesn't answer. With a contemplative look on his face and lips pulled into a tight line, he silently teleports away. Reborn hums thoughtfully. It seems he has struck a cord. Now it's up to Gojo to act on it or not.
With that, Reborn goes back inside.
"You said what?!" Tsuna yells, voice a near shriek and eyes wide, some time later in her room. He has just told the content of his conversation with Gojo per her request, and now she stares at him like he committed a crime.
He doesn't see the problem. It was a necessary step.
Reborn rolls his eyes, as he sits on her chair, one leg thrown over the other. "You heard me, don't make me repeat myself. It seems Gojo rubbed off of you, you're being dramatic."
"I'm not being dramatic," Tsuna retorts with a huff as she brushes her hair. "I just think you rushed things."
"Your tactic was to out stubborn him, right? He's not used to being patient. I admit it's a good tactic, but he needed a push, regardless," Reborn tells his student, flippant. "I just sped things up."
"Yeah, akin to a car crash," Tsuna grumbles, well aware of how Reborn can be sometimes. "Hello, have you forgotten what happened at the shrine with his Infinity? What if he hurts himself?"
"If he does, then he has us. He spent too much time bottling it up, he will have to let it out, and perhaps, will be one step closer to realizing that he has a home."
Tsuna sighs heavily, realizing what they're arguing over a moot point. "What's done is done. Can you do something for me?"
"You know you don't have to ask that," Reborn says. They've gotten past it a long time ago. "What do you need?"
"Can you find any of Tojj's contacts?"
Reborn quirks an eyebrow at her. "Whatever for?"
She tells him of the decision she and Gojo came to about Toji's death and kids. Reborn agrees.
"It's logical. This way, Zenin won't use it against us," he says. "Fortunately, I know one such person. Kong Shiu."
"Kong Shiu?" Tsuna repeats. "His name doesn't sound exactly Japanese."
"He's Korean," Ex-Arcobaleno clarifies. "But that's beside the point. He handles the jobs for Curse Users and was said to be the closest thing to a friend Toji had."
"Handles the jobs for Curse Users," Tsuna furrows her brows at the information. "Do you think he knows about the cult, then? Or even them in person?"
"It's a very real possibility," Reborn agrees, one of his sideburns between his fingers. "Nothing goes past Kong when it comes to Jujutsu Society. But he'll be the only one to know where the grave is."
"So it means we have to take the risk," Tsuna concludes, solemn. "For Megumi and Tsumiki. Find Kong Shiu, and set the meeting as soon as you can. And make sure that cult isn't around."
Reborn smirks. It will be an interesting assignment. He can feel it.
"As the boss commands," he proclaims proudly, tilting his fedora.
AN: Hope you like two new perspectives, and the unintentional reference to HP (I'm no Dramione shipper, not my cup of tea, but while writing this chapter I spent time in Marauder Era, so it was bound to give fruit lol), and the first proper Gojo and Reborn's interaction. The next chapter is Gojo-centric. Until then, tell me what you think in the comments! Love and take care!