Moments Between

Tenya Iida

Uraraka and Tenya are in Izuku's office, sitting around just giving him company because they have no better things to do. Uraraka occassionaly took papers from the stack at the corner of his desk, helping him out as she did with Hayato's reports (she tended to simplify them after finding out she had the knack for writting them in a way Tsuna would easily understand without stretching his already tired brain or asking Hyper Intuition) when Mama Nana offered her to live with them. Tenya looked on as the two silently worked in tandem and in sync.

It was a peaceful afternoon, the flipping of pages and the scratch of a pen the only noise, when Reborn suddenly and casually just strolled into the office.

"Congratulations, Izuku," Reborn said as a greeting, as if he didn't just barge into the room without so much as a knock, knock.
Izuku sighed through his nose and raised a brow. "What did I do?"
"Nothing this time, actually."
"Okay… what did you do?"
"Nothing you should know about. Also, that's Dame-Tsuna's line." He took a seat from the couch beside Uraraka, looking over her shoulder to see what she was doing and hummed in approval. The teen-looking noiret turned hus attention back at Izuku, sparing a passing glance and a nod in Tenya's direction. "As of today, the price for your head is officially high enough that no one can pay it, so you've been removed from the international hit list."

Tenya spluttered over his own saliva, thanking whatever that he wasn't drinking anything.
Izuku seemed disinterested over the fact that he had a bounty over his head. What is this, One Piece?! Also, what on earth is this international hit list thing?! "I had no idea there was an international hit list. But basically, that means… no more assassins?"
"That means no more hired assassins. No one who does their job for the money will be coming after you."
"And that's… a good thing?" Tenya had to wipe his glasses to make sure he was seeing things clearly. How can they be so nonplussed on this kind of topics? Even Uraraka isn't being bothered! How can this be?!
"Of course it is. It means that now that you're done with the wussies, you can start dealing with the nasty folks. You know, the ones who do hits for the thrill of it. The enthusiasts and the psychopaths. The ones who have chaos flowing in their veins and who wear mayhem proudly on their sleeves."
Tenya shuddered. "R-Reborn-san?"
Reborn smiled.

Izuku returned the smile twofold. "Let them come."

Uraraka sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

The door banged open once again - srsly, do these people not they were suppossed to knock first? - and in stolled a teen seemingly the same age as them with silver, almost a pale lavender hair, light amethyst eyes, and an upside down crown under his left eye. His name is Byakuran.

"Zuu-chan~!" He hollered out as he walked in, arms out in a hug me manner.

"When are you going to fix that loose screw in your head, Byakuran?"

"Eh~?" Byakuran mewled. "Where're the fun in that?"

"You're having your fun at my sanity's expense - no, scratch that. At Vongola's expense."

He put his hands together in a loud clap. "Exactly! You're the second most interesting person I've ever known! It's fun to watch you."

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll take that as a compliment, no matter how absurd it sounds."

He smiled sweetly, his eyes disappearing. "You're welcome."

"Now shoo. Go disturb Tsuna."

"Eh~ He's too busy stopping Kyou-chan and Mukuro-chan."

"Hibari's gonna bite you to death if he hears you call him that." Uraraka snickered.

"Go disturb All For One. I'm pretty sure you can enter Tartaros with your moth of a guardian."