The Mastermind is a Middle School Student (KHR FF)

The Reason Why (2)

(16: idk man, this kinda sucks)

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"You brought your own tea?"

"Well, I doubt you have proper tea here," She said gently, smiling into the rims of her ridiculously expensive China.

"Is that an attack on me or Japan?" Eitou couldn't help but ask, raising an eyebrow.

"How's school?"

"Do not change the subject."

Hearing this, she places the cup back on the table with furrowed brows, appearing concerned, "To me, it seems like you're trying to change the subject. You brought up the tea matters first."

"You didn't speak at all."

"You know full well what I wish to speak about."

"... Annoying."

"Is that how you address your grandmother?"

"Grandmother???"

Eitou and the woman both looked towards the source of the voice, and Tsuna flusters into the customized bush costume (that Reborn pulled out of nowhere) as if he really is a bush.

"My," She smiles behind her hands, "Is this the child you hang around with?"

"No, you're mistaking him with Hibari," Eitou snorted. Leaning back into his own couch arrogantly. He looked more like the guest than the host— even eating the desserts the guest brought without preparing anything.

"Huh." She blinked, "But I didn't mention that this is the one you befriended first, no?"

Then, she gasped in mock surprise, withdrew her hand to her mouth like a sly fox catching whiff of an easy prey, "Or is it, possibly, for an ungodly reason, you still only hang out with the Hibari's child?"

No one likes being called friendless, not even Eitou's thick asocial face, and he couldn't help but chew into his back teeth a little because of this old woman, "Wow, so observant. Want me to clap?"

"You flatter me."

Eitou's hand mysteriously clenched.

"How you feeling the reception? A little cold? Sorry, I forgot you're old." Eitou tactlessly said, mentioning the unnaturally cold atmosphere of the house but making no move to the heater.

Her eyes twitched mysteriously.

"Hoho, it's fine. Your mother loved the cold."

The China in Eitou's mysterious cracked.

"Ah, is your hand harmed?" Burden's unwelcomed voice floated from behind.

Thud!

Burden's unwelcomed voice mysteriously stopped.

Not even caring that he karate chopped Burden into a coma, Eitou withdrew his hand without awkwardness and placed the cup on the table.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Deep breath in.

Deep breat—

Fuck! Why do people keep mentioning the dead recently?

By this rate, they might as well rise from the dead from how often their names are being mentioned.

Selectively forgetting that he used to sigh day in and day out about said dead people, Eitou gathered himself again and returned the smile at his biological grandmother, "Indeed. That's why I don't use heaters here. But I forgot, you never could tolerate mother's preferences."