#5927

And the more they think about it, the more they hate themselves for not realizing something was wrong. He tried to make his bed (it’s wrinkled but done), he asked for seconds on breakfast (they thought he was just hungry), he called his mom (risky)

He told them he loved them.

To have it confirmed for them that their boss and friend willingly walked into the jaws of death, that he told none of them sans Hibari before donning that funeral shroud, that not even Reborn…

The worst part for Gokudera is that Tsuna just. Looks at him. Indulgent. Relieved. Mapping the contours of his face with his eyes, lingering on the grit of his teeth, the way his lips are pulled back.

Tsuna always pays close attention to his mouth. He supposes that’s where his tells lie.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever seriously told me off.”

It takes all that he has to not turn over the coffee table between them. Tsuna poised with one leg crossed, hands folded glibly in his lap. “Don’t just SMILE at me; I should put you back in that coffin myself!!” He feels like he’s being strangled. How could you… To him, to all of them—

“You’re crying.”

“O… of course I am. You’re seriously the worst… Who does this?!” Take him seriously. Look at what you’ve done. He doesn’t want an apology, he wants…