Another day of Everyday

Just Another Day

"Done with your tantrum, Tsuna?"

A bemused voice broke the silence as its owner sauntered into the room.

Tsuna di Vongola, once known as Sawada Tsuna, rolled his eyes as he adjusted his suit, irritation simmering beneath the surface. "You sent them here. Don't you dare call it my tantrum, asshole," the Don growled, glaring at his mentor, who only smirked in return.

Reborn, the infamous hitman, stepped nonchalantly over the lifeless bodies strewn across the floor, his polished shoes crunching on the broken glass. He shrugged, utterly unfazed by the carnage. "You've been holed up in here for god knows how long. Kyoko mentioned she missed you, so I decided to be generous and pay you a visit."

"By letting assassins into my private quarters?" Tsuna's voice was dangerously low.

"Details, details," Reborn responded with a casual wave, ignoring the venom in Tsuna's tone. "Besides, it's not much of a mess compared to what your guardians usually leave behind. So, good job, kiddo."

Tsuna groaned, frustrated by the backhanded compliment from the sun arcobaleno. "I've had enough headaches as it is. Can't you help me for once instead of—" He was cut off as Reborn thrust a file in front of his face.

"What's this?" Tsuna asked, flipping open the file. His brow arched as he skimmed the report before letting out a surprised, "Huh."

The file detailed Reborn's recent operation, outlining in neat, precise language how the hitman had eradicated a mafia famiglia that had been a thorn in Tsuna's side for the past week.

"Caught them up to no good. Thought you might appreciate the gift," Reborn said, flashing a shark-like grin. As much as Tsuna hated to admit it, Reborn was right. The move had lightened a significant burden off his shoulders.

Noting there were three targets listed, Tsuna deduced that Reborn had executed a deep cleanse, an uproot that should have set off a storm of butterfly effects. But knowing Reborn, the hitman prided himself on never leaving loose ends. It was that thought that finally allowed Tsuna to crack a small, relieved smile after days of tension.

"Thanks. I know I can count on you," Tsuna said, his voice carrying the weight of genuine gratitude.

"No need to mention it," Reborn replied with a casual flair, brushing off the thanks as if it were nothing. "There'll be a few complaints about the building damage, but that's inevitable. You can ignore the small fry."

The defeated didn't have the right to complain, after all. The idea of them trying to sue was absurd.

Tsuna simply nodded, stashing the file away in one of the more important piles on his desk. He then dialed a familiar number. "I'll have Hayato come to help clean up this mess. I'm really not in the mood to deal with it. Shall we step outside instead?"

Reborn hummed in agreement, accepting the offer as they began to walk out. As they moved through the corridors, Tsuna, now more relaxed, spoke up again. "So, what else have you been up to this past month? Dealing with a bunch of low-ranking thugs couldn't have taken you that long."

Reborn smirked, enjoying how Tsuna still looked up to him with such high regard. Of course, there was a clear reason for that sentiment—his reputation wasn't just for show.

"I haven't done much other than that. It's been an easy month for me, you know, just exploring the world," Reborn replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"—and leaving a trail of chaos wherever you go?" Tsuna added, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Why, you wound me, Tsuna," Reborn said, though his smirk only widened. "I have to leave my mark somehow, don't I?"

Tsuna shook his head, bemused. What else did he expect from the embodiment of catastrophe itself?

"As long as it doesn't get traced back to this place, I'll be content. I've had enough unruly guardians to babysit." Tsuna sighed, thinking particularly of Lambo, who, despite being 20 years old now, still acted like the spoiled brat he was. Tsuna blamed himself for being too soft on him and the other younger members of the family. But then again, how could he not be? He loved his family, chaos and all.

"Anyway, where have you been visiting, if you don't mind telling me?" Tsuna asked, shifting the conversation.

Reborn hummed, considering the question for a moment before deciding it was fine to share. He trusted Tsuna implicitly. "I was visiting my parents' graves."

The unexpected response made Tsuna halt in his tracks for a moment before he quickly caught up with the hitman. "In Sicily?" he asked, knowing that Reborn hailed from there. But Reborn shook his head.

"Castelluccio, Umbria. A small town in Italy. My parents always adored mountain ranges. They descended from one before moving to Sicily."

Tsuna made a sound of understanding. "It must be a beautiful place."

A rare fond smile crossed Reborn's face. "Indeed. A very beautiful place. It's backed by snow-capped mountains on one side, and on the other, verdant plains that blossom with red poppies, violets, and rapeseed in the spring."

After a pause, he added, "Perhaps one day, I'll take you there with Dino."

'Whoa, damn,' Tsuna thought, surprised by the personal nature of the offer. It wasn't every day that Reborn opened up like this. Tsuna couldn't help but smile.

"That would be an honor. I'll make sure to bring the best flowers," he said, feeling privileged to be included in something so close to Reborn's heart. Their relationship had clearly deepened over the years.

"You might need to bring Dino's share too," Reborn added with a smirk. "I don't trust that horsebuck not to mess up. And I'd rather not add another grave next to theirs before my own."

Tsuna chuckled, despite the dark humor. He could almost see it happening. "No worries, I'll make sure nothing goes wrong."

With that, the two continued their conversation, the atmosphere lighter now as they walked together until it was time to part ways once more.