“Sorry, Kyoya… I’m not feeling well today.”

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“Kyoya,” Dino started, his voice light, “do you prefer winter or summer?”

It wasn’t the first time Dino had noticed Hibari Kyoya’s peculiar punctuality. No matter how relaxed their outings were, there was always a moment when Hibari would glance at his watch, declare his departure, and leave—swift, precise, and uncompromising.

Hibari smirked, closing his book with a soft thud. “What are you thinking? I was thinking of making all five of you my slaves.”

After all, whether Hibari came from a wealthy family or not didn’t matter to Dino. He’d happily spoil his Kyoya either way.

The trip to Italy was supposed to be an exciting adventure. Dino had been thrilled to bring Hibari to his homeland. However, from the moment they arrived, Hibari had been noticeably grumpier than usual.

It started out innocently enough, or so Dino thought.

Dino had always prided himself on knowing everything about Hibari Kyoya. Or at least, as much as Hibari would let him know.

“Have you ever thought about what our kids would look like?” That caught Hibari’s attention. “What kind of question is that?”

Hibari smirked, leaning in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “People say if you kiss someone with a fever, the fever can be passed on. I wonder if it’s true.”

It was becoming too much, even for someone as easygoing as Dino.

“You, Kyoya Hibari, use social media? What do you even do on there?”

Hey Kyoya, have you… hit puberty yet?

Hibari sat frozen, the Pepero stick he was holding still suspended in the air. His brain raced to process what had just happened, and the realization hit him all at once.

"Let's arm wrestle," Dino said, his voice light and teasing. Hibari blinked, looking up at him with mild confusion. "No,"

[ONGOING] Hibari's sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the sight — Dino, his Dino, kissing a woman he barely knew in front of a room full of people.

[ONGOING] "I like you, Hibari." "I'm not interested." Dino exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Hibari had turned the guy down. Nicely, even. It should’ve been a relief, but instead, Dino’s chest tightened further. Why the hell am I so angry?

Hibari wondered if this was death. But it didn’t feel like death—it felt like something worse.

"He is always, always looking up." Lambo-centric. Focuses on the Vongola Famiglia through Lambo's eyes throughout the years. Drabble-but-not-really.

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.