It was on impulse to begin with. A desire that he unconsciously submitted to during those quiet moments.
He doesn't really remember well how it all started, or when. But he did remember why he did it.
"Mukuro? What's wrong?" he asked one day to the man who wears a mask. A mask that had somehow slipped from his face on that very fateful day.
The man had snarked and threw in some innuendos at him like he usually did but he saw the look the man was wearing behind the already crumbling mask.
It was a look he never wanted to see again.
Two sleepless nights later, he found himself standing in front of a building. It looks normal enough to not attract any attention but what's hidden underneath that innocent exterior was the culprit that gave the scar his prideful mist was wearing.
Unforgivable.
Two days later, the news kept showing hundreds of footage of building being engulfed in a blazing fire or already burned to the ground. They said no one had survived the fire. Not even the children in the so-called orphanage.
He didn't miss seeing the relief from his Mist, no matter how brief it was. And if a favorite cake of his mysteriously appeared in his office? Well, it would be rude to say no.
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Erase (KHR FANFIC)
Fanfiction"If you can't be a good pencil to write one's happiness, then be a good eraser to erase one's sadness."-Unknown Slightly Dark!Tsuna. KHR IS NOT MINE.
