I do Adore

✦Admission✦

The rest of the week after that talk with Shamal, I noticed the changes in myself. I couldn't resist the temptation to pick up every little things that he does... 

Like how those slender fingers would subconsciously fiddle around when he's nervous, or the way his face lit up in excitement every time I brought in some sweets, or the fact that he would bite his inner cheek slightly when he's sleepy, or the way his eyes squinted when he's facing numbers on his papers, or the tiny tug on his lips every time his guardians passed by no matter they gets to greet him or not, or the way scrunched his nose a little when the dinner contains ingredients with strong scent, and of course, I wouldn't miss the way his tempo changed— noticed that one as soon I returned from Japan. So in all honesty I wasn't sure whether it was him or me who has the change of pace.

It wasn't that much of a new story when I said that—

We're as different as can be.

From our background— he was raised civilian while I grow up in a wicked path, a pureblood mafioso— till our present. Our difference is remarkably Sun compared to Moon. Him, who radiant of compassion versus me, the mass-killer. Saint and Sinner. Chrissy Teigen and John Legend.

Regardless, by definition we are antonym of each other.

I've noticed you're remarkably relaxed and I'm overly uptight

I couldn't tell just where did that idiot-Shamal even get the idea of us dating—

"Opposite attraction. Yes, Reborn, that's a thing. You're not dumb" My bullet grazed his cheek for that.

"Be grateful that I'm currently sugar high from all of those candy, Shamal~" I had told him that time in a sing song tune. One that I know that he knew how to handle. How else? by running away of course.

Maman, too... She's even more obvious than the don in question. Then again, I have no doubt that she did it on purpose. Maman was teasing him. The gesture wasn't aimed at me. I didn't know what kind of chat they have to be at this point, but the way Tsuna looked away the moment our eyes met.

Gosh, he's such a dork.

My party just finished not so long ago, it's a matter of minute before it was his birthday.

'Speaking of him—'

I checked the book he gave me. 'So, Dame-Tsuna's got the gut to give me a Romance Novel,  huh?' Chuckling to myself, He is not as smooth as he thought he is. Far from that actually.

He was a nerve wreck tonight. It wasn't that hard to notice with him flat out avoiding me after giving his gift. And his blush. Dear Lord. 

I know that he resembles a baby bunny, but for hell sake, how could I be so blind on how deadly cute he is?

Like. Damn.

And the way he tried to pull the seduce card on me? the tutor who taught him the move. Quite bold he has become, Usagi's growing fangs. I couldn't help but smirk.

There's a growing pit of regret creeping in, knowing that he would likely to pull that card to get what he wants by any mean to others. I need a bit of self awareness to calm down from this non based jealousy. 

Yeah, I'm not ignorant enough to dismissed this ball of ugliness as something else than jealousy.

Reading the book he gave me, I noticed one more thing. The couple... They're practically us. The sweet and shy heroine that paired up with the badass, hot blooded protagonist. 

'Very creative, Dame-Tsuna' I find myself sarcastically commenting with a light chuckle.

What intrigued me the most was how in this book—

We balance out each other nicely

It was nice to read without needing to use my brain to think logically. For him to be this thoughtful. Really, just much this I miss? Why didn't I see the signs sooner? Now that I think back, everything is clear. Obvious. Too obvious. 

My actions.

His reactions.

I wear my pride on reading my enemies' mind as the number one hitman in the world like a mantle on my shoulders, yet this so called greatest couldn't see the elephant in the room?

Hmm?

That idiota... he even mentioned our tiny habits, like when—

You wear sandals in the snow.

while...

In mid-July, I still feel cold

And the funniest part is the fact that I grin like a fucking dork reading this cliché Love story. 

Tsuna did a great job on moving my, his only audience's, feelings. The plot and story-line actually flows naturally. Now I'm genuinely curious on how did he manage to hide this or the fact that he wrote this at all.

I swear, this book better not one of the reason why he collapsed that time...

Shit.

The memories returned... 

His flushed cheeks on his pale face, the bags under his eyes, how skinny he looked without his suit, his dying scene...

—Slapping my face hard. I found myself blinking while staring at the side mirror. 

Gosh. What have I become?

What has he done to me....?

We're opposites in every way

There's no way we are compatible with each other... 

Yes, I admit that we're excellent at our jobs, but that's that. We shouldn't have crossed the line. We couldn't. The boundary is far too blatant, a gap that's farther than grand canyon.

I was his tutor. He was my student

I'm his advisor. He is the boss.

I don't hesitate to kill. He holds dear to his morale.

I'm by any means tainted in every way. He is, the exact description of innocence regardless his tittle.

I couldn't settle down. He needs an heir.

I just couldn't find a reason for us to be together. It just doesn't make any sense. Pure Fantasy. Straight out of a fiction. I wouldn't be that surprised if this story is written by a crazy fan of ours.

But I can't—

I just simple Can't

—resist it when you say...