A baby in a black suit and fedora walked through the streets of Italy. His attire, curly sideburns, and the green chameleon was more than enough for everyone around him to shrink away in fear of who he was.He stepped into a bar, the two patrons taking notice of him immediately "It's Reborn... looks like you were called by the old man again." One of the men said in Italian "Must be tough being popular. Going to Roma next? Venezia?" "Giappone." Reborn's answer made them turn to look at him in astonishment.
"What?!"
"The old man must've finally made up his mind."
Reborn smirked at their reactions as he mused "Looks like it's going to be a long journey."
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"Namimori. We are now arriving at: Namimori Station. All passengers who desire to get off at: Namimori Station, please head toward the exits on the left of the train. Next stop: Kokuyo Station." (E/c) eyes glanced up from her phone as the announcement blared through the local subway train about her destination. Grabbing her suitcase from the overhead shelf with the help of one of the adults on the train, the twelve year old made her way to stand at the train's exit.
Upon leaving the train, the (h/c)ette made her way out of the subway station and walked through streets of Namimori until she reached a certain two-story house with an orange roof and the nameplate 'Sawada'.
"Is this the place?" (Y/n) mumbled, looking down at her phone as her other hand held her luggage. She'd sent things here before, but never visited in person. After double-checking the location and the nameplate, (Y/n) decided to ring the doorbell.
She stood there for a few minutes, confused as to why no one was answering the door. 'Are Nana-San and Iemitsu-San not home?' She thought, triple-checking the address on her phone.
"U-Um... excuse me? Do you need something?" A meek voice draws her attention away from her phone. She looked to her right to see a familiar boy with gravity-defying brown hair and soft brown eyes wearing a school uniform. Despite the two not seeing each other for years, (Y/n) still recognized him. He was her dearest childhood friend, after all.
She stared at him, a blank look on her face "You're Sawada Tsunayoshi, right?" "Uh- yes?" Tsuna responded, staring in confusion at the girl in front of him. He felt a sense of familiarity from her, though he didn't know from where. But he had to admit, she was strangely stunning.
Her eyes softened "It's nice to see you again, Tsu-Chan." Tsuna looked at her, bewildered by her words. 'Tsu-Chan? And again? What does she mean by again?' "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
(Y/n) felt something shatter in her at his question, but she couldn't blame him. It has been years since they last met. Specifically, they last met in person when they were both merely 5 years old.
"Midoriya (Y/n). We used to play with each other back when you lived in Musutafu." (Y/n) introduced herself, giving him a small nod. Tsuna's eyes widened, almost not believing her words until he thought back to his childhood friend, the perfect mini version of the girl who stood in front of him now. Albeit, more expressive.
"(N/n)-Chan?" He breathed out. (Y/n) nodded in confirmation, prompting the boy to tackle her into a hug "I missed you! How've you been?" Tsuna exclaimed, pulling away from the hug "I've been... okay. Mom decided to send me here to study at Namimori Middle. I'll be staying with you." (Y/n) answered.
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