Adventure Time with Hibari Kira!

3 Idiots

Did I say there was no more drama? My mistake. There was a lot of drama. I can't say I couldn't relate, but I couldn't completely emphasize with Yamamoto either. He broke his arm and felt that he had nothing left so now he was standing at the edge of our roof. The text I got from Kyoya after asking for his advice didn't yield anything.

Now, I stood far behind the crowd on the roof. Is he really going to jump? This has to be a joke... They say looks can be deceiving, and I didn't pay much attention to anyone to notice the subtle changes that led to... this.

Yamamoto was always smiling. Always carefree and warm. He was friends with everyone and even spoke to me when no one else would, to Sawada as well so wh–

"S-sorry, Hibari-san!" A flurry of brown hair flew past my line of sight.

Speak of the devil. For some reason, as soon as Sawada appeared I felt like things were going to be alright. I may not know what the hell was propelling him to do all these things lately, but I'm not complaining. Even as they fell, I didn't feel panicked. My gut told me that someway, somehow, things were going to be okay.

Bzzt.

From: Kyo-nii
They're fine.

I smiled at the message. Even if he didn't care for their well-being, he knew I did so he kept an eye out for me.

***

From: Kira
Thanks! You're the best c:

Kyoya was leaning against the window, his phone in his left hand. If anyone were in the room with him, they'd be shook as they had only seen him smile when he was about to send someone to the hospital. They couldn't differentiate between his smiles.

Classes start in 7 minutes.

The grip on his phone tightened. He couldn't shake this feeling in his gut; it wasn't a premonition for disaster, but he felt he needed to keep an eye on Kira even more than usual.

Glancing at the message again, Kyoya could see Kira's face in that smiley, making him smile again. He had unshakable faith in his ability to protect his baby brother from whatever was coming.

***

Our substitute science teacher was a breath of fresh air. Kyoya spent a good chunk of time over the weekend finding someone reputable for fill in for Nezu since he didn't want a repeat of that embarrassment. Honestly, I think the damage to the school's reputation irked Kyoya more than the property damage (magically repaired like promised, somehow) since it was so much harder to fix a reputation.

Just to be on the safe side, Kyoya was only allowing new teachers in on a probationary status until he was sure he could trust them. I felt a bit like a spy, which is pretty cool, even though I was just taking notes of her performance.

For the next few weeks there was only good news to report and she was offered a full-time position. Our class rejoiced pretty loudly and I clapped politely alongside them.

So why did it have to end with this kid busting into our room crying for Sawada? His Japanese was fine, albeit a bit accented like Gokudera's–ah. He must also be from Italy. He, as in Lambo, as we all just learned as he introduced himself mid-cry. I quickly texted Kyoya.

To: Kyo-nii
Is it bring your sibling to school day?

From: Kyo-nii
No.

I blinked at the text. No as in 'No we don't have a bring your sibling to class day'? Or 'No, it's not today'?

Sawada then promptly dashed out the door holding the kid as far away from his body as possible. If I heard correctly, Lambo peed himself.

I didn't really catch anything said over the chatter that broke out, my mind fixating on my rapidly increasing thoughts. Was I like that as a child? No way, I don't remember–but I wouldn't remember a lot of it depending on the age. Oh god what if I was and Kyoya remembers. He never forgets anything.