A Bit Of Help

Evidence 1: Before Want

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Note: I made a one-shot book with pairings of only Tsuna, so, if you want to request something... It's been up for a while.

 You probably noticed I took some stuff off, that's because this is like the 6th page and I'm expecting you must've learned the in and outs of things.

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In the middle of the afternoon where the kids were still attending their mandatory grade school, a fluffy haired middle schooler was clothed in Namimori's uniform but in a style that would not be allowed. The tie was knotted around his neck in an asymmetrical bow, jacket was loose on his dainty frame and twice as big compared to his regular uniform set; Apparently Tsuna got his hands on someone else's set. Everything else he wore matched the school dress code, he still had some respects.

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'And... Now!'

Tsuna's fingers hastily locked around the handle of the sharpened kitchen knife, stabbing with a twist at the nearly, blurring body of Yamamoto Tsuyoshi. This wasn't a sign of hatred or disrespect, though, this was how Tsuna is trying to get his point across so that the sushi chef may understand what he's trying to achieve. Yet, he had been doing this for several minutes since the Voice told him no one was inside of TakeSushi; What? This was his chance to redeem himself.-- Anyways, it wasn't doing anything.

"Tsunayoshi-kun," The brunet immediately flinched at the use of his first name, this gave Tsuyoshi enough time to drag Tsuna's weight into a chair near him, "It was written on your backpack's tag, don't worry"

Continuing with his work, dull caramel transitioned into a milk coffee color of brown during the time he was staring at Tsuyoshi's knife work. Perhaps he was a little anxious when he did so. Tsuna had produced a switchblade from his pocket, flinging it towards the target with clear hesitation hugging the brunet's entirety, Tsuyoshi countered it with his own knife.

'Damn his awareness!'

"School is still going on, Tsunayoshi-kun," The brunet nodded as if it was the most apparent thing ever (Which it was, mind you), "...Isn't your mother bothered by the fact that you aren't in school?"

The comfortable silence that would ordinarily take place whenever the two had this sort of 'conversation' was a little unusual from before, and Tsuyoshi knew that by how there were figurative waves of discomfort rolling off of the small, middle schooler's form. The older man had hit a nerve, and on the one subject he least expected the other to dislike.

The raven placed his cooking utensils down with a sigh of shame directed towards himself, he had done the same for Takeshi at the sight of his wife (Takeshi's mother) breathing out her last breath on the bed of death.

Nevermind that memory,-- Tsuyoshi did not touch Tsuna in any sort of gesture with the intention of kindness and similarity, he simply stood there until the feeling of deprivation of the type of love parents are to provide-- disappeared. Instead, it was replaced with the brunet's usual neutralness. However, that did not mean he moved move, for the older man had felt as though if he left the boy's side without saying something reassuring, the owner to a wonderful (yet lost) soul would close up again.

"My wife... Takeshi's mother in better terms... Died a couple years back," Tsuyoshi smiled sorrowfully at Tsuna who snapped his head in morbid interest and guilt, "No no, this isn't some trick to shame you, just let an old man reminisce will you?"

The younger of the two nodded with the barest line of understanding reflecting underneath those thick bangs, and onto the promising, dull orbs he possessed. Tsuyoshi's smile became more alive, he's come to grow aware of the small body gestures Tsuna would give, in place of words when he asked questions during his consistent visits.