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Tsuna could have probably noticed the swathes of color on his arms ages ago, but in his defense, things happened all at once and left him with very little time to process.

Still, he has to take the time to admit something’s changed when he sits with Gokudera and Yamamoto to do homework, and the colors on his arm seem to warm and glow with the proximity. (As subtly as he can manage, he tries to spot similar colors on his friends, but maybe they’re just better at hiding it than him. That’s fine.)

When Chrome and Kyoko and Haru visit for breakfast, the bands of warmth travel up his forearm to his upper arm, and he feels like he’s being hugged. He’s caught Chrome’s eye once or twice, and she always flushes red and looks away, but she favors her right side those times, and he wonders if it’d be rude to ask if that’s where the orange sky flames would be. (He assumes it would be, since Reborn gave him a look when he asked.)

Lambo’s is the most obvious, because his little brother’s about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. He’s still a little crybaby, rushing into Tsuna’s room, onto Tsuna’s bed, shrieking about aliens with a curl of orange flames wrapped around his chest. Tsuna feels the prickle of green lightning on his leg, and sighs, and lets Lambo lie in his bed for a while and hopes that, when Lambo gets older, he realizes what this means. He can’t help but feel warm though, that even despite the uncertainty of having Lambo be his guardian, it seems it was the right choice.

Ryohei’s the only one that comes out and asks him what’s going on point-blank, pointing to the band of orange flames wrapped around both of his wrists. Tsuna can’t help but shrug a little helplessly, pointing vaguely to his lower back, where he can feel the warm sun flames easing the knot of tension in his spine. They assure each other that it’s probably a good thing, and they don’t bring it up again.

He knows things have shifted when Hibari and Mukuro both begin avoiding him like the plague, though more than once Tsuna has caught Hibari glaring in his direction before stalking off. The strands of indigo and violet don’t lie, though, twisting around his middle like two creatures fighting for possession.

Reborn thinks it’s the funniest thing that’s happened to them, his smug little smirk speaking volumes. 

“You could at least tell me what it means, Reborn,” Tsuna complains, and lets his shoulders sag when Reborn hops on.

It’s surprising, feeling a burst of sun flames that aren’t concentrated in his back, and he casts a sidelong glance at Reborn in askance.

Reborn shrugs, tilting his hat to cover his eyes, just an inch. “You know what it means.”

One-Shots

talks: Tsuna and Lambo have a talk.

Catgroove:  Gokudera and Uri bonding (or attempting to bond) | AO3

Last Goodbye:  Angst~ Yamamoto's dad's funeral | AO3

Sick Day:  GOKUDERA HAVING TO BE BOSS WHILE TSUNA IS SICK THO? | AO3

Inheritance:  Nono's funeral tho and Tsuna officially becoming Decimo | AO3

Animal Instinct:  Maybe Lambo and I-Pin being left to be bab sat/protected by the precious box animals?? | AO3 

for the future:  Smol Vongola babes being adults and mafioso and just a day in the life of Tsuna, Vongola Decimo | AO3 

candy:  Fic or treat!! Poor Gokudera taking Lambo trick or treating and thinking the adults are UMAs

what if this bullet is my legacy?:  R27 or the dgm OT4 angst please | AO3

quietus: He is 18 years old, and there is blood on his hands. | AO3

connect:  Yamamoto Takeshi didn’t dress up often.

Tsuna’s class schedule was not made by him.

He knows this, because he would never willingly choose 8 AM classes, ever. Even if he didn’t have his job to deal with, he still wouldn’t have chosen to take any sort of math so early in the morning.

“Remind me why I need calculus?” He asks to no one in particular, squinting at his schedule as if it would magically rearrange itself if he thought hard enough. It didn’t, but the small flame on his forehead lit up, for all the good that did.

Gokudera glances up from the kitchen table spread out with papers, presumably the others’ schedules. “You need it to balance out your schedule, boss.”

“I’m in the mafia.” Tsuna frowns at his schedule, then up at Gokudera. “We’re in the mafia. Why does the mafia need calculus? Don’t answer that,” he added when Gokudera opened his mouth. 

Gokudera sighs, collecting the papers off the table. “At least you won’t be alone, boss. We’ll all be with you.”

A small comfort, yes, but Tsuna couldn’t help but feel....off about that statement. “All?” He asks, squinting suspiciously. “Who exactly is ‘All’?”

“All of us,” Gokudera shrugs. “Well, except for HIbari. And the cow.” 

“And me.” If Tsuna hadn’t been expecting it, he would have jumped at Reborn’s sudden entrance. He still can’t contain the strained sound that gets stuck at the back of his throat.

Reborn stares him down, somehow blank and smug at the same time, and begins helping himself to breakfast. “Ciaossu.”

“You’ll be sitting in on the lessons then?” Tsuna asks, resigning himself to the questions from his professor and fellow classmates.

Reborn smirks, sipping his coffee with relish. “If you want to call teaching ‘sitting in on lessons.’”

Yamamoto Takeshi didn’t dress up often.

“I’m only doing this for Decimo, brat.” Gokudera snapped,following the tiny boy through the crowded streets.

Lambo ignored him, skipping ahead of the bomber, candy bagtrailing behind. The kid was already well on his way to a candy high, andGokudera shuddered at the high-pitched cackle the boy let out as he marched upto the next door.

“Give Lambo candy!” The boy shouted, strident over theshouts of ‘trick or treat’. Gokudera scowled, watching the kids clamoring forcandy. He didn’t understand this stupid holiday. Clearly it was a conspiracytheory of some sorts, set out to brainwash the youngest generation intobecoming addicts to high fructose corn syrup.

Actually…

Gokudera frowned, watching the adults cheerfully distributecandy. No normal person would be happy with that, right? And who in their rightmind would wear a costume like that? And why were they giving out candy?

“U.M.As,” he whispered in realization. No rational adult could possibly enjoy thisholiday. It was obviously a trick by U.M.As to control young children to dotheir bidding.

Lambo trotted back to Gokudera, happily unwrapping a purplesucker. “Lambo wants more, Stupidera!”

for the future

Characters: Tsunayoshi Sawada

For all that Reborn stressed training and fighting in hisyouth, Tsuna saw very little action as Vongola Decimo.

No, what Tsuna saw on the daily was paperwork. Paperworkthat was quite honestly going to be the death of him before any rival familyknocked him off.

Invoices, damage reports, expense reports, treaties,business proposals, all making a slow circuit across Tsuna’s desk. While notfighting was generally a good thing, the sheer ennui the paperwork produced wasenough to make him want to go a fewrounds with someone.

He wondered if he would have accepted the mantle of VongolaDecimo if he had known the sheer amount of work he would have; he sometimeshoped his younger self would reconsider, if only to spare them the agony.

If he had a day of reprieve from the eternal torment ofpaperwork, it was usually for meetings (in which he would inevitably get morepaperwork) or a crisis that needed his presence. It was a nice change fromusual, but it usually ended in damages that would come out of the Vongolacoffers.

(He was very much not made of money, despite the revenuecoming in. He couldn’t afford to keep footing repair bills for his guardians, no matter what you sa, Hibari, he’s not anATM Lambo, please Mukuro stop causing unnecessary damage what the hell?)

So, more often than not, his guardians could find him at hisdesk, fielding calls and signing off on reports. Returning the Vongola to itsoriginal roots was a long and arduous process, the road paved with invoices andexpenses. Tsuna hoped Giotto approved.

While he complained about the work, Tsuna knew it meantsomething. He was helping things change for the better, one sloppy signature ata time.

A check to an orphanage in Vongola territory, suppliesdonated to area schools that were struggling to make ends meet, donations toclean charities, to businesses willing to improve working conditions. All of itlegal, all of it needing proper approval from the boss.

Then there was the bigger stuff, the things his guardiansand allies handled personally, like the time Gokudera and Ryohei dismantled achild trafficking ring, or Hibari’s personal mission to take out a sizablegroup of drug smugglers operating in his domain. These instances required adelicate touch, a lot of money to grease the wheels, and Tsuna’s blessing. Wasit illegal? Absolutely. But if they could make a difference, it didn’t reallymatter.

Sometimes it got them in trouble. They made their fair shareof enemies, and more than once, Tsuna’s life had literally been in thecrosshairs. But Tsuna kept tabs on every situation, helping financially ifneeded, interfering physically if it came to it.