The Mastermind is a Middle School Student (KHR FF)

The Reason Why (1)

(15: The reason why he —)

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"Yukimura-san."

An ingratiating smile.

"Dear Yukimura."

It's disgusting.

"You..." As if savoring the way the word rolls in his mouth, he pauses, "Are somewhat angry?"

Yukimura sneers, and violently retracts his face. From the shadows, his face came up again with a gentle smile, the previous disgust completely gone; "Ah, this... It's just been tiring at school. That's all."

His eyes curved naturally, "How about you? I thought you'd be in Namimori High School, but I've asked around and haven't seen you."

"Yukimura," the person calls out, "I've got an offer somewhere else. Of course I took it."

Tuna silently retracts his head like a scared duck, and complained in his heart. These two great gods really have no reservation starting a fight in someone else's house.

The smell of gunpowder and tea raises as the air thins unnaturally, and the two men are in the center.

It's really weird to watch, Tsuna thought.

Because they're so similar.

No— they're quite a literally mirrors of each other.

Tsuna retracts his gaze to look at the surprisingly silent Reborn and... Dino? Was it Dino?

His senior, self proclaimed brother, sits leisurely at the luxurious chair that appeared suddenly in his room. And from the corner of his eyes, Reborn sat at the edge of his bed and watching the show with big curious eyes.

Seeing the two so unbothered, and almost expectant of the confrontation, Tsuna briefly recalled what just happened.

He had returned from school when he was suddenly informed of his apparent senior, the mafia, and — Yukimura-senpai?

No, not Yukimura.

... Probably?

When he finished quarreling with Reborn, he was horrified to find that he had unconsciously ignored a whole other human being in his peripheral vision.

The man had sat at the floor politely, and even offered him a smile when he noticed him. What struck him immediately was the smell of... Rust?

And red.

Bright deep red.

The man had a low ponytail, black hair gently framing his face. He wore a school uniform, a short sleeved one, odd for winter. And most importantly, he had striking red eyes.

Immediately, Tsuna felt deep distrust. It took him a while to understand why, and even longer to process it.

This person just looks too similar to Yukimura-senpai.

In fact, if the red eyes are ignored, they really are carbon copies of each other.

It's almost, uncanny. In the way horror stories about doppelgangers are.

On the other hand, the smell of rust gets stronger the more he noticed the man. It scares him, wondering if it's really rust, or the smell of blood.

He tried to comfort himself, thinking that the smell of blood shouldn't be this heavy unless the person directly bathed in a pool of it— and immediately wished he didn't think that because it's even harder to ignore the apathy in those eyes.

Tsuna directly thought up a thousand murder plots and simply wanted to sell this brain of his.

Dino had called the man as his 'confidant', and didn't explain anymore. It seems that this self proclaimed senior of his didn't care enought about the man— or didn't dare to care enough.