As Long As You're Alive

Tsuna glanced over at the clock again, taking in the soft ticking. He sat up, straightening the way he'd been taught to always do.

He was still in his suit, uncomfortable as it was, it was the only thing that felt familiar at this point. There was still the irritable urge to reach down and straighten it. Tuck his dress shirt into his pants. Redo his tie. Button his blazer.

All the things he was expected to do automatically, and all the things he shouldn't care about. Not anymore.