Even If The World Turns Against You

Only The Dead Knows Rest

Tsuna never found relief in life.

He was always on the move. Always having that urge to do everything that he could before it was too late to change and regret what he should have done.

He struggled with his studies even as he suffered from dyslexia, a type of mental difficulty wherein you have troubles understanding what you're reading.

When asked of why he won't participate with the class, he'd only smile and say, "I'm sorry. It's just that the letters are dancing and would reshuffle in front of me. It gives me a nasty headache."

Nobody dug deeper on his childish reasoning. Nobody tried to learn the truth. Actually, everyone thought that he's just lying because he's too dumb to read and be on their level.

That event earned him the nickname of dame-Tsuna when he was in 2nd grade.

Of course, Tsuna could have cleared his name, but he didn't. Instead, he let it be because he himself doesn't know how to explain it.

It actually took two more years before Tsuna found out what was causing his difficulty.

He was diagnosed with dyslexia at the age of 10 after an interning school doctor noticed that he can't read well despite having perfect eyesight.

It took two years before his own mother understood what was making her child too slow to learn what the others are learning.

From there, Tsuna learned by hearing his mother talk. He tried his best in learning what he had missed, but his best wasn't enough.

Tsuna was two years too late to catch up with the others at school. He was too far behind to know what the teachers are talking about since they kept brushing him off as an idiot, not even bothering to check his medical file or calling his mother.

It must be because they'd reason with themselves that at least with that excuse, they don't have to waste extra energy on tutoring who they thought was a lost cause.

So Tsuna tried and worked himself sick. But it just didn't match up. He just couldn't catch up. "It's fine. T-That's fine. I'll j-just have to try harder," Tsuna choked back a sob as he look at the red marks of failure on his test papers.

Since that event, Tsuna never found another moment to simply sit back and relax.

You could always see him carrying his notes and working on a pile of homework. He was always trying his best, not willing to give up, and thus worked himself to the bone.

That continued for another three years since he learned that he was dyslexic.

Being in middle school is different than elementary classes. He was always isolated because of his reputation. Even the transferees were easily warned off to stay away from him.

It ate away at his confidence.

He convinced himself that it was fine. That he would be fine. Instead of worrying on such trivial matters, he swamped himself with schoolwork.

The burdening mentality that he's not doing enough became fuel to fire that he sometimes forgot to eat so he could do much better.

"Just leave it there, kaa-san. I'll eat when I finish here," Tsuna said with a smile at his fussing mother, his hand never pausing on trying to make his essay.

"But Tsu-kun," the worried woman bit her bottom lip, stopping herself from adding more to her child's anxiousness. She sighed with reluctance before offering a agreement. "Alright, but finish all of that or you won't get to touch your school books tomorrow."