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How cute. Tsuna surely doesn’t change much, now, does he? Still ever the same, clumsy boy he made a name of himself. What was it? Dame Tsuna? Byakuran wasn’t there during his early Middle School days, and that was such a shame, really. Giggling quietly, Byakuran hummed as he leaned in closer, practically invading what little personal space he had left.

❝        Ne, I suppose you’re right! So, finally moved out of Namimori? Who would have thought!      ❞ Speaking as if it was some kind of award - winning feat, Byakuran almost considered sharing some of his sweets with the boy. But then eyes finally took note of his sticky hand and whatever was left of his soda. Giving a click of his tongue, the achromatic allowed a pout to sit on his features.

Pulling out a cloth from his pockets, he took the boy’s hand in his own. ❝        What a mess!     ❞ And what a waste, too. ❝    Here, let me clean you up!      ❞ Wiping his hand clean, he hummed as he worked away the sticky residue. Frowning a bit when the cloth did not work, he almost debated on wetting the cloth with his spit for a moment.

“W-well, this whole project seemed kind of.. interesting.. I guess..” is the muttered response to the loud, almost theatrical comment Byakuran made. There wasn’t much else Tsuna could offer to his reasoning for leaving Namimori.. other than Koi had served as a nice place for him to actually kind of relax without worrying about all the damage that both the kids and his guardians could do.

Tsuna almost shrieks again when Byakuran takes his hand, the click of the others tongue making him all the more anxious. This was. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t need it right now.

That was a little accusative. “You surprised me,” he defends, it’s still not his fault that he’s literally the easiest person on this planet to scare the shit out of without really trying. 

Moving to Koi was more of a rash decision, mainly because things were quickly growing rather boring in Namimori after that whole fiasco. The move itself was okay, his empty apartment disappointing, and his new room mate–well, she was a girl for one thing. But she was rather feisty, so he couldn’t bring himself to complain.

The last thing he had expected, however, was to see a familiar face. Especially one he was rather close to–though the word close can be used rather loosely. As far as Byakuran was concerned, they were friends. ( Though, it wasn’t very certain if he even knew the meaning of the word friend. )

Tsuna can feel himself stiffen a little as Byakuran literally prowls towards him and stands maybe closer than really necessary. Dear god, if you’re there, please send help.

He jumps a little at Byakuran’s comment, wide brown eyes blinking a few times as he processes it for a second before shrugging. “W-well, y’know.. always expect the unexpected, I guess..?” An incredibly lame comeback, and he was sure the taller male would think the same, but what else is he supposed to say?

It wasn’t fine but they both knew better than to point out the obvious. It was never fine, but could that ever change it?

“So… Been here long? I-I think we’re close to my apartment if you want to come hang out there… If you want, that is.” It’s not like there was a lot to do in his place anyways, maybe some Netflix, or he could attempt to cook something…

The question makes Tsuna blink a few times in thought, “K-kinda.. I mean, it’s not really bad here. It’s actually pretty nice, compared to what I’m used to,” which is almost an understatement. The bullying here has been significantly less than it was in Namimori. It was kind of like heaven.

And he could feel a few little butterflies of happiness in the pit of his stomach-- “I feel the same, seriously,” and he did, it was like this big weight was lifted off his shoulders.

     He opens his mouth to say something more about the love ordeal, though instead received suffocation as another pillow came crashing down on him. His shocked outburst was muffled by the fabric covering his face and it.. may have been on par with Tsuna’s own over-the-top reactions.

     Arms waved violently until they found either end of the pillow, lifting it off his face with a ‘peh.’ Breath at last. “Well, it’s fine. I know you love me, so you don’t have to say it right now. Another time.”

     He hugged the pillow to his chest as if to call a truce, peering up at the younger teen again to properly continue their conversation.

At least he hadn’t decided to complain about it. But the words that followed Aoi’s freedom from the pillow weren’t much better. Tsuna could feel his nose wrinkle and he chose not to even dignify the words with any kind of verbal response. This cguy could think these conceited thoughts all he wanted.

It didn’t make them true.

Well, not yet at least.

The question changes his train of thought for the better and Tsuna shrugs his shoulders once before they sag just the smallest bit. “I dunno. I was never good at learning from demonstration anyway, so I just never followed along I guess..” he replies, a hand lifting to scratch at the back of his head. The parents bit was a little awkward, Tsuna really wasn’t about to get into that topic-- the one concerning his dad, at least.

Then, just like a cat could balance perfectly fine on a car door, the thief swung around and flattened his back against the tram again, yawning.

… Come to think of it, Tsuna looked freaked out. Sometimes he forgot other people weren’t used to life threatening situations like falling into unwavering traffic.

(Not that hanging onto the back of a tram was that big of a deal.)

“Sure you didn’t–” Kaito expanded on his earlier comment of this being an involuntary trepidation. His voice held an air of indifference, as though he didn’t really care if the other seen it as a pain in the ass. “But at least you’re not going to be late for whatever you were heading for, and you’ve got a new page in your diary.” 

And the insinuation that Tsuna even owns anything close to a diary is vaguely insulting. He doesn’t really care in the long run, but this guy could probably do well to be a little less of an ass.

“I don’t think being late would’ve killed me or anything,” not like the possibility of death included from jumping onto a moving vehicle; how many times could he get this point across? Who knows. A lot more probably. But he had a feeling the tone in his words said plenty anyways.

Even how much he’d say so, there’s no going back. He’s gotten so far, there can’t be any possible way he can back out now. 

“None of my business? Are you sure? Then why the hell am I still sticking around with a bitchy little brat like you even til now?” Boy, he’s getting on his nerves again. He was itching to pull out his gun again but he decided to keep his composure.

For now. 

“It’s my job to train you to be Neo Vongola Primo. I don’t care whether you’re staying or not, I’ll be bringing your training here then.” Reborn shot him a toothy smile, straightening his jacket. 

Though the little future incident said otherwise, he wasn’t about to give up.

Tsuna can feel his own nerves tick a little and he leans away from Reborn, arms crossing over his chest in obvious defiance. This always happened. At least it was another good hint that this was actually Reborn.. as if he hadn’t already figured it out.

Off he goes, yet again, before the word ‘training’ meets Tsuna’s ears and he can feel himself physically go pale.. well, paler than he already as since Reborn showed up. He couldn’t be serious-- a dumb thought, because Reborn was serious about literally everything that came out of his mouth, in some way or another.

“You say that like I haven’t b-been on my guard since I got here,” Tsuna mutters indignantly; mostly because haha, what guard?

     But it seemed, currently, that Tsuna wasn’t earning any points. His face immediately fell into one of disbelief at his answer.

     “You’re really slow about this kinda stuff, aren’t you?” Guess that’s why his nickname is what it is, but still… He sighed, loudly. “Fine, I’ll put it in baby terms. You know how to kiss back, right? Lean into it. Move a little. Don’t just lie there like a dead duck.” He blew out a small gust of air then, tossing the younger’s hair about his face.

The question makes him blink once, slowly, if only to accentuate the answer without really answering in the first place. Read as: yes, he’s probably slower than most people his age with this kinda stuff. It’s still beyond him, all of this, especially the fact Aoi was doing this because he wanted to.

Tsuna processes the words and feels his nose wrinkle a bit at the comparison. “I.. w-well.. use a less gross comparison,” he mutters, an eye closing at the exaggerated exhale. Oh please, stop being so dramatic.

At least he left room with the ‘might actually enjoy it’ for Tsuna to fall back on. He’ll deny it to hell and back after this, the brunet was sure. He wouldn’t hear the end of it, either. His thought process comes to a sudden, well-timed stop when Aoi’s lips press against his own again, too.

Brown eyes squeeze shut in his obvious, messy attempt to do as he was (sort of) told. Tsuna struggles for a second or two to relax back against the bed and arm wrapped around him, arms finally putting some effort into moving-- just to set his hands sort of awkwardly against Aoi’s shoulders. That should.. be fine, he figures as well because that’s where they’re staying. 

                                                                                                          but my hands still                                                                                                          ｓ   ｈ   ａ   ｋ   ｅ

“First of all, I woke up and you were gone. You were off Namimori radar and I was concerned that you ran off to escape your Neo Vongola Primo duties. It didn’t take me long before I found out you were here. The next thing I knew…” 

It was a haze how he got himself here. It was concerning, yes. What’s even more so is the amount of power that’s powerful than the Curse put upon him that made him revert back to his adult form. This place is mysterious at best. 

Such a waste to be used for a flimsy project such as ‘the Love Project’ or some shit like that.

“…I was like this. After that, I signed up for that ‘project’ thing to keep an eye on you. You’d rather do this than your own duties as the next Vongola boss.”

‘Like this’ he says. You aren’t just suddenly not a baby! That isn’t how it worked, Tsuna was pretty sure-- but then again, he didn’t know much about the Arcobalenos in general.

But there he goes again, off on a tangent about becoming boss. Tsuna wasn’t sure what part of ‘no’ wasn’t getting through Reborn’s thick head. Probably all of it.