He had been unsure if Hibari would even like the gift when he gave it to him. But now, seeing it there on his wrist, worn day after day, Dino couldn’t help but feel a sense of quiet pride.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks: He was falling for Dino’s lover.

They spoke in rapid Italian, and while Hibari was fluent in many things, Italian wasn’t one of them.

He hadn’t meant to show up unannounced, especially in this weather, but after a particularly long day, Dino found himself craving Hibari’s company.

And with that, they left the store, their snacks in hand, but Dino's mind still trying to process the whole shocking encounter.

Just another thing that made Hibari, Hibari.

Hibari’s curiosity always had a way of catching Dino off guard.

Suddenly, without warning, Hibari turned to him and planted a soft kiss on Dino's lips.

“Haneuma, do you like it rough? You seem to enjoy it that way."

By the time they got home, Dino was exhausted. It had been a day full of too many unexpected moments, and he just wanted to relax.

Dino watched Hibari push food around his plate at dinner, only taking a few small bites before claiming he was full. At first, he chalked it up to jet lag or Hibari’s naturally small appetite, but three days of barely eating? That was unusual, even for him.

For all their arguments, Dino thought, there was no one else in the world like Hibari Kyoya.

“I didn’t ask for cake.” “I know,” Dino said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But I wanted to get it for you.”

"Kyoya… do you… feel the same?"

[ONGOING] He liked him. Hibari Kyoya—sharp-tongued, unshakable, utterly aloof Hibari Kyoya—was someone Dino liked. Really liked.

Dino was pleasantly surprised when Hibari, after their usual sparring session on the rooftop, shyly asked him, "Are you free tonight?"

Academy reunions weren’t exactly Hibari’s scene, but Dino had dragged him along anyway—what could go wrong?

“Dino, that’s… quite an age difference. Are you sure about this?”

By the time Dino woke the next morning, the sun streaming through the curtains, he felt something warm and firm against his arm. Blinking groggily, his gaze dropped, and there Hibari was, draped over him, fast asleep.

It was rare to see Hibari Kyoya show any signs of discomfort, but tonight, the biting winter wind seemed determined to test even his patience.

“You’re handsome.” The words hung in the air for a moment, so casual yet so unexpected that Dino almost thought he’d imagined them. “I—what?” Dino stammered, his brain short-circuiting. Hibari tilted his head slightly, as if confused by Dino’s reaction. “I thought you knew.”

Moments like these—quiet, simple, and human—were what made all the chaos worth it.

Just Dino notices how thin his student actually is after their sparring session.

Dino had always been drawn to him-his sharp gaze, his quiet intensity, the way he carried himself with such undeniable grace and power. It had been there from the first moment they'd met, but Dino never allowed himself to act on it. He couldn't. Not when Hibari was so distant, so closed off. Not when he seemed so untouchable.

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft light across the living room as Dino and Hibari relaxed on the couch together. Dino, ever curious, couldn’t help but wonder how much Hibari had actually paid attention to him over time.