#broncodino

                                 they’re fifteen when he first poses the question,  huffy-faced and frazzled after his silver-haired opposite knocks him to the floor in what was meant to be a friendly sparring session.  even without his dominant hand,  squalo superbia is a force to be reckoned with,  and dino cavallone,  in the gratingly sympathetic manner that only he could muster,  had decided before they’d even taken first steps that he’d go easy on his friend –  for his injury’s sake.  for his pride.  his mistake.  he’s on his back within seconds,  and squalo stands above him,  proud,  grinning victoriously,  practice blade still gripped tight in his right hand.  dino protests,  and squalo rolls his shoulder,  indifferent.  dino huffs,  and squalo snickers in response.  eventually,  dino’s reaching up from his loser’s perch on the training ground,  to drag squalo down with him –  if one of them went down,  then so did the other  – and squalo dodges with the ease of a trained expert.  “ why are you so unkind to me? “,  the blond demands,  hoisting himself up,  dusting himself off.  the would-be swordsman snickers again,  and simply replies like so:   “ it’s not my fault you’re so sensitive. “

                                 twenty-two.  the battle of the rain guardians.  squalo is skilled,  but his opponent is quick to learn.  in a final flurry of an unfamiliar,  newfound technique,  the varia’s second is defeated  and  ( quite literally )  left to drown.  he remembers the sound of water rushing in his ears and the sensation of choking quite well.  what he doesn’t remember is how he ended up leaving the dilapidated building,  the aquatic remains of his battleground,  and finding his way into a hospital ward,  into a bed,  being taken care of.  but he does end up there,  and from the moment he wakes to the moment he rests,  dino is there,  making sure his health doesn’t deteriorate in his stay –  as a result of his critical condition,  yes,  but also as what could be a result of some spurred rush of erratic behavior on the swordsman’s part.  but he doesn’t fight.  he doesn’t even speak.  day in,  day out;  squalo superbia stares at the ceiling of the hospital room,  ignores his guest despite his attempts to converse – no,  reason with him.  it’s tolerable for the first few days,  but even a man as patient as dino has his breaking point,  and by the end of the first week of squalo’s stay,  it comes to light in a flurry of angry yet concerned remarks.  “ you’re selfish,  squalo.  why are you so selfish?  why are you so unkind? “

                                “  because you’re too goddamn soft. “  it’s the first words he’s spoken in a week.  they’re razor-sharp.   he hates him for it.

                                thirty-two.  it’s an arduous process to recovery,  and he gripes about it every step of the way,  but squalo manages all the same,  and follows the doctor’s orders.  the transplant was a success,  and it would remain as such so long as the second-in-command kept himself relaxed,  and out of any immediate trouble.  no missions until he was fully recovered.  no fighting.  just paperwork and,  if he willed it,  occasional trips into the city,  but solely as a civilian.  truth be told,  it drives him crazy –  and truth be told,  dino picks up on it immediately.  he decides it best to get squalo out of the work atmosphere for a day,  so he does;  with a nudge and a careful word or two,  he snatches the swordsman up and out of the varia mansion,  and takes him out into the city instead.  food,  the occasional shop,  idle talk.  it’s not good enough for squalo.  he hems,  he huffs,  he complains every chance he gets.  dino insists it’s good for him;  squalo disagrees.  dino says he should loosen up;  squalo disagrees.  dino punches his shoulder playfully,  tells him to stop living up to his namesake so well –  he’d scare off all the children on the streets,  if he wasn’t careful!  squalo,  in turn,  biffs the blond over the head  ( with his left hand,  note ),  not-so playfully. 

                               dino rubs the affected area,  already tender from the hit,  and shoots the other a steely glare that he seems to save for squalo only  ( ‘course,  squalo’s the only one that antagonizes him so ).  “ why are you so unkind to me!? “  it reminds him of easier days,  all of it;  school days,  campus grounds,  the warm breeze that only the sicilian summer could stir up.  two kids,  playing at mafiosi.  despite himself,  and quite to dino’s surprise,  he laughs.

                                “  – ’s not my fault you’re so damn soft. “   but thinking on it now,  he’s come to the conclusion that he’d not have it any other way.

❝ Eh ? ❞

Oh right , drenched from the neck up , dripping toilet water all over the school’s marble tiled halls – He must’ve looked a mess , laughable even , he certainly felt it . That guy actually went a lot easier on him than their last ( embarrassingly one-sided ) skirmish . A swift knee jerk into his abdomen and a NASTY left hook across one cheek before being dragged off into the nearest bathroom cubicle and dunked head first into the bowl .

And that was the least of Dino’s concerns , knowing the mockery which awaited him back home if a certain tutor caught wind of the event . In spite of this , he greets his worried (?) friend with a sheepish grin , hand ascending to sorely rub at a mottled blue and purple cheek . That’ll surely sprout into a gnarly bruise, come morning .

❝ Just some ass hole, don’t worry about it ! ❞

❝ Hey , how about that pizza today ? You can’t be busy seven times in a row , right Squalo ! ❞ Maybe his shitty afternoon could yet be salvaged , though he’s not counting on it .

                         dino’s always been the sort to get himself into trouble purely by mistake --  at least,  so far as squalo has known him.  the blond had a penchant for landing himself in disastrous,  almost-funny situations,  both in the physical and metaphorical senses.  he tripped.  a lot.  the ill-tempered of the duo had learned this early on,  and while he hadn’t quite made his peace with it  ( because frankly,  the fact that he had to deal with the after-effects pissed him off ),  he had come to expect that sort of thing of him.  dino walked into a pole,  or tripped over his own foot,  or fell face-first into a pile of iced-over snow;  hilarity ensued at his expense.  this did not have that same feel to it.

                         he’s drenched from the neck-up,  and the side of his face has already begun to swell in brilliant shades of blue and purple.  he says it’s practically nothing,  but he should know better than to think this particular friend of his would fall for the act so quickly.  squalo’s unimpressed,  and if the way his arms cross over his chest don’t show that,  then the look on his face certainly would:  annoyed that dino can’t just be straightforward with him,  and bitter towards whatever idiot decided to get his kicks this way.

✄          /  ONE OF SQUALO’S FAVORITE MOVIES.

                     sharknado 3.  nO FUCK I’M JUST KIDDING I SWEAR TO GOD UH!!!!  i feel like he’d be the kind of person to have been into sweeney todd,  but not so much the singing as he was all the other bloody violent stuff.  you know.  squalo’s the one in the theater going “ okay but can you guys stop fucking singing and start stabbing people again this is getting old “.  fjkslfhsdg.  I CAN’T REALLY THINK OF ANY SPECIFIC MOVIES OUTSIDE OF THAT ONE, JOKE-Y EXAMPLE,  but i can tell you he’d be more into the horror  /  psychological horror movies for sure.  not cheesy ghost movies either though because he laughs at them.

♬          /  ONE HEADCANON ABOUT SQUALO’S CHILDHOOD.

                    prior to enrolling in / attending boarding school,  i don’t think squalo had very many friends if any at all;  he was surprisingly supercilious growing up,  particularly because his father was a man of fairly high status and power,  and it caused him to look down on others.  of course,  this is still a trait he carried into school,  and still carries with him today --  but as a child,  it’s that sort of thing especially that isolates one from the rest of their age group.  i think for this reason his mother had tried to break him out of it,  but it ..  didn’t really do a whole lot of good?  he just didn’t see why he had to, yknow, associate with people who were on a lower level than himself --  and being young,  he didn’t really say it in those words,  but the sentiment was the same.  squalo wasn’t a bully by any means,  just sort of isolated from the rest of the age group in his home town.  other kids shied away from him because he pushed them away.  c:  i feel like,  for this reason,  when he was to attend a school for the kids of mafiosi,  he was enthusiastic --  because he’d felt as though he’d be around kids that were actually on his level.  and he was,  and that affected him clearly,  because he did end up bonding with dino and ( eventually ) xanxus.  but the years before that were probably a lot more lonely.

♡          /  ONE HEADCANON ABOUT SQUALO & FRIENDSHIP.

⊗.  —  headcanon re: a phobia

      Majima doesn’t particularly seem the type to harbor many specific phobias  –  at least not in the sense of fear so overwhelming as to be insurmountable. He has demons. He has fears about the future and memories of a haunting past.  He experiences uncertainty and anxiety, the same as any man.  But he doesn’t pay them enough heed anymore to categorize them, and he certainly doesn’t seem the type to let himself be overwhelmed.  Living now to embrace the risks set in his path and choose his own reckless course, he spits in the face of his misgivings.  You might find him dicking around about something  –  playing up an obviously false and exaggerated mortal fear of mice, for example, just to get a kick out of it or get under someone’s skin in the moment  –  but besides that, it’s slim pickings.  Perhaps his worst personal fear is returning to Anagura, the Tojo Clan underground prison in which he was detained and tortured in his 20′s, and the idea of imprisonment  –  of rotting away somewhere, alone with his thoughts and without an outlet for his manias –  is certainly daunting.  Likewise, he’s quite concerned with preserving the lives of those important to him, and perhaps his greatest fear of all would pertain to the loss of a loved one  –  Saejima, his sworn brother; Kiryu, his greatest friend and rival; or perhaps even Daigo, the young chairman on whom the Tojo Clan depends  –  though goodness knows, he’s lost loved ones before. 

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are you in citta too? x3

“Ah, Dino-san!” 

It’s always nice to see their friends and allies. Having come to Italy, Takeshi made sure to stop by and say hello. There is of course business to attend to, but it’s nothing so time sensitive they can’t enjoy a greeting first. Though he hopes that his enthusiastic greeting doesn’t make Dino fall, as he is wont to do.