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Yuno interrupted. "Nana, I have a house, I not living with you. And please stop calling me Tsuna."

"Don’t say that!" Nana cried, tears falling for her eyes. "But your name is Tsunayoshi, you are my cute little Tsu-chan."

Yuno sighed. "No, Sawada, I am not. I was adopted. You are not my mother. I have a family already. You are not part of it."

The brown-haired woman cried further. "But we are family, when your are back home where you belong, you should stay with me!"

"My home is with my parents who raised me my whole life. Not with a strange woman who birthed me." He replies, tired of this delusional clingy woman.

Nana pursed her lips. She wanted her baby back so Iemitsu will come home. Why her Tsu-chan didn’t wanted to stay with her? She was his mother! He belong with her!

"You are not my mother." Yuno cuts in. "And I will not stay with you. I can visit once or twice. Maybe."

Nana tried to grab his arm, Yuno grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her back into the couch. "But this is your home, Tsu-chan! You can't leave me!"

"Yes, I can and I will." Yuno said. "You will never see me again. I want nothing from a terrible mother like you. I have a much better mother and no desire to replace. Do yourself a favor, Sawada and leave me alone. I have a life and good parents already. You are just a crazy woman witha absent terrible husband. You marriage is broken, your family is broken. I wnat nothing with you."

"W-we are not!" Nana said feebly. "You father..."

"Is not Sawada Iemitsu." Yuno finished. "I was adopted. Remember?"

Nana sobbed. "No! Iemitsu is your father. We are family and will spend time together!"

"He's not." Yuno repeated. "And we will never spend time because I will never live with you."

"Your father is a great man! He just has to work!" Nana said frustated, her brown eyes had a crazed look. "He will come home and we will be a family again! You can't leave me!"

She lunged at him, desperate. Yuno easily grabbed her shoulders and threw her back in the couch without harming her. "Do NOT touch me, your crazy bitch!"

Nana busted into tears, hysterical. "N-no! My Tsu-chan! I want my baby back! I am not insane!" She scramed, sobbing and crying. Throw herself in the floor like child throwing a trantum. The housewife raised her eyes to him, as if expecting to confort her and be her son.

Yuno abruptly rose from the chair and left, he has no time for Sawada Nana's crazyness. Let her face her own choices. "Do me a favor and jump off a cliff and die, Sawada Nana."

He left the hysterical sick woman behind without guilt, her dreams of a perfect family shattered. She was mad, but he feel no remorse whatever in abandoning her.

Nana was sad and depressed and wanted to sacrifice Yuno for Iemitsu to get her happy family back. He feels no pity for the delusional clingly woman.

..........

She is just a liability to control him at this point. Given Yuno is not a 'Dame' like Tsuna (therefore a failure of begin Iemitsu 2.0, Nana would probally demand Yuno to take the role of husband, emotional incest as its finest)

Before Harry could give it any measure of thought, he was already stumbling over his pooled blankets and turned-over trunk contents lying strewn on the floor, fumbling with his glasses to sit on his face. He didn't even bother with his wand. It didn’t matter. 

He made it down to the darkened common room, then out into the corridor outside, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the towering arcade windows.

McGonagall’s office was up the moving stairs on his right. The dungeons were down, on his left. Beyond all logical reasoning, his feet turned left.

SFW. Suicide and child abuse. Tarnished Aeka's origin. Word count — ~769

Demon Slayer Mugen train’s “Akeboshi” opening on big screen

Ahahahahaha

“We have a runner,” Ridoc mutters.

Who tf is the rider of Solas?

Who is Aaric?

Sloane 😭

LET ME PUT MY LIPS TO SOMETHING

LET ME WRAP MY TEETH AROUND THE WORLD

START CARVING, DARLING

I WANNA SMELL THE DINNER COOKING

I WANNA FEEL THE EDGES START TO BURN

“We’re not gonna’ get caught,” are Max’s convincing words and Lando has a completely dogshit feeling about this. 

“Dude,” he scuffs his sneakers against the payment. “If we do, I’m fucked.”

Button’s gonna kill him. Well, only if he gets to him before Ricciardo or Alonso do.

“Well, you won’t get fucked,” Max shoves his hands into his hoodie - no doubt where his screwdriver and pocket knife are - accent sharp - emphasis on the ‘t’s. “Because we will not get caught.”

Max’s view on things is so black and white. Lando swims in grey. Speaking of grey, that’ll be the only colour he sees on all four walls if he ends up in the can.

Really, the likelihood of getting done is infinitesimally small. How many times have he and Max been out on the town? Hundreds since they got into this industry at sixteen - two teens tryna’ make a living. Max has never been caught once.

And as for himself… well, he doesn’t really like to think about it.

Especially not now - seeing as they’re side by side scouring the streets in the dead of night. 

Carjacking is something he’s good at. Nimble fingers, precise movements, the knowledge of cars and engines and everything he and Max studied together as children in the back of Nana’s daycare wishing they would be Formula One drivers.

Fate didn’t take them there in the end - no matter how much their small minds dream. Instead, it has taken them to a McLaren.

“You good?” Max’s voice is gruff.

“Yeah,” Lando bites his lip - seals his fate. “Let’s just make this quick.”