#khreborn

[fireopal-tash]

Tsunayoshi Sawada 🧡

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[scrivenger-grimgar]

WhhY wOULd yoU lEAvE tHis iN thE NOTES

Viper: Skull has the weirdest knowledge and skill set I have ever seen. Like, watch this.

Viper: HEY SKULL?

Skull, across the room: YEA?

Viper: why does antifreeze taste shit?

[skull wanders over while speaking]

Skull: ethelyne-glycol is a chemical compound toxic to the human body, and it’s used in antifreeze. Since it tastes sweet, people kept killing their spouses by mixing it with jello, so they eventually added something else to make it gross.

Viper: ok, what’s the most interesting place you know of?

Skull: uhhh, well, glacial Lake Agassiz existed a long LONG time ago, and it was essentially created by a glacier damming a river, and every so often it would create these MASSIVE floods when the ice lifted.

Viper: ok, how many times did humans domesticate cats?

Skull: actually they domesticated themselves at least three times.

Viper: alright. Who is the current president of the United States?

Skull, cheerfully: no clue!

[viper looks directly into the camera, gestures at skull, then walks away]

[khreborns]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝑴𝑰𝑼𝑹𝑨, 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑼 .ᐟ.ᐟ

.𖥔 ˖ PAIRING : y / n × Miura Haru , gender neutral & TYL setting. .𖥔 ˖ WARNING : mentions of sexual themes and general obsessive girlfriend behavior. ( haru ) - under readmore. No beta read might have clerical errors.

Likely fell in love with you because of some arbitrary act of kindness that means more to her than you'd ever know or understand. It hits her like a truck with broken breaks, a whirlwind of intense emotions and she will make it known! Old habits die hard, she'd PROCLAIM her love loud and clear.

She tries to settle down, keep her heart on a leash ! She's more self-aware now after all, Didn't want to bother you like she did Tsunayoshi, didn't want to expect anything of you and misunderstand common curtesy! But gosh you make her heart beat SKIP hard and when you say nice things to her, she can't help but day dream. Carry that HOPE in her heart that this time it'll turn out well.

Haru is overly attentive, knows your favorite color, how you like your drinks, knows exactly what to give you on your birthday, she cooks your favorite food unprompted and have a million and one excuses to spend time with you. You're busy? well, she's a patient girl that can wait! You're sleepy? Her lap is there for a reason!

You are perfect, the most attractive, the smartest, the coolest and hottest person she'd ever laid her eyes on. Even when she knows your shortcomings, it hardly matters, those makes you charming too, makes you cute, makes you humble and wonderful. Haru hangs on your every word, trust you entirely with her whole heart.

When you are finally together, finally a couple. Haru CRIED in your arms. ( she's hugging you so tight, hiccupping her happy sobs. ) She loves you, she loves you, she loves you, so so much and you love her back. She's finally loved back, YOU CHOSE HER.

She had already been acutely absorbed with your existence to begin with, to a worrying degree it's even more intense somehow. If you'd asked, she'd stop everything she's doing for you. If you ask, she'd do it. She wants to revolve her whole life for you, she wants to make you happy. If you're happy! She's happy!

The first kiss is like fireworks bursting in her stomach, face red with shyness but she feels your lips still on hers and it makes her dizzy with anticipation for the next and the next . . . so, she's a little bit obsessed with kissing you again, so she thinks about if often now. One kiss guides her thoughts elsewhere, she's easy to read when her lips purse and she turns ever so dusty pink again. She wants to do what couples do, hold hands...kiss.. and... well.

She's timid suddenly, dishonest even. It's hard to confess this time around ! " Haru wants to make love with you!" Didn't sound very romantic at all, in fact she wonders if you'd think she's dirty, a perverted little girl! Which, she's not! She's good . . . but, it's just that she loves you so much!

One thing lead to another, a dinner date, she called it appreciation day and a sleepover, she means it too . . . she's never been good at scheming anyway, but you kissed her just right and she kissed you right back.

Haru is a GENEROUS lover, a giver. You'd find that she doesn't mind being on her knees, that it does something to her when you say she's doing good. She's nervous and clumsy - first times are often like that, but she's enthusiastic and she's doing her best, she's so earnest.

As awkwardness ease, replaced by pure impulse guided by desire, Haru becomes over zealous, passionate and loud, she squirms and shakes and moans, teary eyed but not one to slow down. INTENSE and quick to beg and plead for more. Ones will never be enough, you'll have to match that energy.

Sleeping with you becomes her shiny new fixation, this too will be very, very obvious . . . Haru loves you so much!

[eghfeithrean]

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

Got tagged by @caityjay13!

Hmm lemme see, in no particular order:

1. Shiro (VLD)

2. Wu Xi (Qi Ye)

3. Kuroo (HQ!!)

4. Mo Ran (2HA)

5. Amajiki (BNHA)

6. Zhou Zishu (TYK)

7. Yamamoto (KHReborn!)

8. Shen Qingqiu (SVSSS)

9. Joe (Sk8)

10. He Xuan (TGCF)

@ninamyyly, @avidbeader, @icypetitspois, @seventhlord, @hualian11, @alice-to-arisu, and to whoever else is up for it!

[mimiruku]

Is khreborns you?

◟꒰ ´꒳` ꒱◞ a shared blog w/ a friend, yeah.

[scrivenger-grimgar]

I’m sorry but Visconti is so close to biscotti that I have chosen to believe that His Name Is Biscotti.

@aster-ria as a matter of fact I have :D and, considering the only one with an Italian sounding name is Visconti and that all of them have no official country of origin - also that ALL of them minus Visconti have a food theme going on, I always imagined them (minus Visconti, but he's mentioned in the rant) not being Italian tbh - which is why they are not in the rant.

I had to somehow keep it short lmao so I went with all those who we know for a fact are Italian and those with Italian sounding names lol

[kinoshitayuri]

Haru Haru Interview Vol. 40

I am neither a professional translator nor someone who has passed the N5 JPLT Test.  What I am is a person who has access to machine translators, someone with enough Japanese immersion, and a person of sheer dying will.

JP Transcript Scans Provided by boxanimal

Today, Dino-san and his men were our guests, and we talked about "souvenirs"! Do you buy souvenirs when you travel somewhere?

I always have a hard time deciding on a keychain or something at the gift shop, but mom always says, "Why don't you get something you can eat?”

…But I always choose something that looks tasty.

No.37 Dino-san and friends

Haru :This Haru-Haru interview is with Dino, Romario, Reborn, Tsuna and his friends!

Tsuna: That’s a lengthy intro…

Dino: In short, we just came all the way from Italy so everyone gathered. Thank you everyone!

Yamamoto: Same here, I'm grateful that you always gave me a souvenir every time you visit Japan!

Tsuna: This time, it’s cheese, ham, and even sweets!

Ryohei: They're all extremely good!

Kyoko: Thank you!

Haru: My mom's happy too!

Dino: Hehehe, I’m glad to hear that.

Gokudera: But why didn't you bring wine?

Dino: Hey! You're still a minor, right?

Reborn: So, have you thought of a souvenir for Dino to buy next?

Tsuna: Gah! Reborn you’re being shameless!

Romario: Why not? The boss likes to give gifts.

Dino: Hey now Romario.

Gokudera: I don't mind if it's an Italian super luxury car.

Dino: Wha-! Don't be absurd!

Tsuna: Gokudera-kun, you don’t hold back with Dino-san.

Yamamoto: Hahahaha! Because he's like a big brother and easy to talk to, right?

Ryohei: Mm, indeed!

Tsuna: But he probably still thinks that all older people are enemies…

Reborn: Then, what kind of Italian souvenirs would you like, Yamamoto? 

Yamamoto: Dino took me to Italy once, so I know that authentic pizza and pasta are super delicious! It's just like sushi. So, if I had to say something crazy, I'd say freshly made, authentic pizza and pasta!

Dino: Oh, that's true!

Reborn: How about you, Ryohei?

Ryohei: Well, I think Italy is all about sculptures.

Haru: Hahi! So artsy!

Kyoko: Wow, big brother!

Ryohei: That's why I would ask for a sculpture of my fighting pose!

Tsuna: Gahh! A customised sculpture!?

Dino: Ha ha ha! That's funny, I've never heard anyone think like that before!

Reborn: Well, what souvenir would you like, Tsuna?

Tsuna: I-I'm just hoping for... A T-shirt?

Haru: Hahi! Tsuna-san, that’s very plain.

Ryohei: It’s extremely ordinary!

Tsuna: Ah, but it feels very Italian! It has the famous Eiffel Tower filled with cool English letters on it.

Gokudera: Wha-?!

Dino: You know, Tsuna, the Eiffel Tower is in France.

Tsuna: H-huh?

Reborn: And if it's an Italian souvenir, it should be in Italian, not English.

Tsuna: Uhh…

Haru: I-it’s just a gag right?

Gokudera: Obviously! I was just about to laugh. Ahahahaha!

Tsuna: Gokudera-kun, no need to force a laugh. 

Reborn: I’m not laughing, You don't know anything about Italy, I’ll make you study to your death.

Tsuna: Eek! Reborn is really upset!

Dino: This is bad, run for it Tsuna!

Tsuna: Y-Yes! Eeek!

*heavy running sfx*

Haru: Hahi! Tsuna-san has already left… Well, that's all for now, we'll see you next time!!

Photos:

Cheese for souvenir♪

Mr. Romario and Enzio

☆Relaxing with everyone ♪

With Kyoko-chan and I-pin-chan

Tsuna-san on the run

[marianclum-blog]

KHReborn!

Romas de Linda  OC by me  Art by me

[ellayuki]

* Rain 

     and 

        Storm *

[jightknight]

My NEWEST Video will broadcast soon. It's called Masochism and Abuse.... And yes, it really is called that. It's a vlog set at Manchestser comic con,with some cosplaying wierdos. come watch it :) hope you enjoy

[scratchface]

Fic Preview

Here’s the preview of the KHR AU I’ve been working on! You don’t need a ton of KHReborn knowledge, just know it involves the magical Mafia and the use a magic system called Flames, which come in different colors/types with different powers. It’s gonna be a multichaptered, plot-heavy fic, but I haven’t come up with a name yet. If y’all have any suggestions, I’m all ears.

Pairing: Datastormshipping/ Revsaku / RevYu

Warnings: Slash, violence, inappropriate flirting, sexual implications, shit-poor morals, and assault of all kinds.

It’s an ordinary day for Ryoken, up until it isn’t. Just a routine check on the progress of the men he had constricting the neighborhood. Typical grunt shit that he’s supposed to leave to the lesser capo, but it gives him an excuse to escape the Headquarters.

But the usual slog takes a turn for the interesting when his back meets the floor hard; the concrete almost as unforgiving as the cold steel nipping his neck. There’s the gleam of a switch knife in the bottom of his vision, but his eyes are caught the face of his assailant.

Green eyes blaze down on him, brilliant as untempered absinthe and just as intoxicating. A thrill of lust courses through his veins—a child’s fascination matured into unrelenting desire.

“Don’t move.” The man commands. He has a cold, firm voice that matches the uncomplicated ruthless manner with which he grips his knife. His fingers on the handle are steady, unshaken—and oh, he has such delicate hands, elegant even as one digs through Ryoken’s pockets for weapons.

He finds the pistol and the box weapons and he casts them to the side, well out of reach with a look of slight distaste. Ryoken mourns the loss of them, but has to appreciate the way the man’s brow furrows imperceptibly. With Ryoken apparently disarmed, the man gains confidence, and settles more firmly upon him—apparently not realizing he’s sitting right on Ryoken’s dick, but well, who’s complaining? It’s sadly not everyday he gets to be between a gorgeous man’s slender thighs.

Slowly, careful not to bring any attention to the movement, he twists his ring around so it faces the inside of his palm, hiding the infamous sigil from view. There’s little he can do about the tattoo on his hand, though.

The man is staring down at him balefully and speaks with a voice full of demanding disdain. “What is Hanoi doing here? What are you scum after?” Unbothered, Ryoken takes his opponent’s measure: jade eyes, green and black jacket, hood pulled over his hair, and a surgical mask obscuring his face. His assailant matches the description in the reports perfectly.

So, this is the infamous, dreaded Playmaker. Ryoken hadn’t thought he’d be so attractive.

“I feel like I should be asking that to you. This is our territory now.” Ryoken weighs his words carefully, but let's them flow casually. Playmaker’s eyes narrow, and he casts a brief glance around, obviously wary of the reminder of potential backup. Ryoken uses Playmaker’s distraction to shift his hand further, but he overestimates himself. In an instant, Playmaker's free hand seizes his own in a vice grip. His hand is warm and worn, fingers rough as he drags the tattoo into view.

“Spreading like rot.” Playmaker swipes his thumb over the triangle, and Ryoken feels a rush of heat going unfortunately south. The reports didn’t prepare him for this. “You’re important, then?” He’s never been so glad to be wearing the mask, which thankfully hides what must be a look of baffled arousal.

“Only if you want me to be.” Ryoken says, trying for disaffected. It comes out as breathy instead. The knife presses deeper, cutting into Ryoken’s skin, as Playmaker glares down at him. Ryoken forces himself to relax against the ground. He ignores the sharp pain by focusing on the warmth of the other’s hand on his own.

“Why is Hanoi here? What are you after?” He can feel blood sluggishly dripping down his neck. It’s such a small cut that it’s rather sexy. Ryoken’s heart is pounding for all the wrong reasons. “Answer me or I’ll slit your throat.”

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re here to liberate the people here from Sol.” He searches for Sol’s insignia on Playmaker’s clothes, but there’s nothing. Spectre’s suspicions about a third party’s involvement were right. “I could liberate you too, if you’d like.” Ryoken layers his voice with implications. It’s hard to tell in the low light and under Playmaker’s disguise, but there’s red flushing the edges of Playmaker’s face.

Sadly, Playmaker refuses to play along, with his eyes set on Ryoken’s mask. His grip on the knife is steady, but his grip on Ryoken’s hand loosens. “Don’t give me that bullshit. You scum are nothing but thugs.” He’s flustered, probably only just recognizing the compromising position they’re in. And that means he’s distracted.

“Got a bit of a grudge, do we?” Under his mask, Ryoken smirks, and his ring bursts into clear orange flame that has Playmaker flinching back with a pained yelp. But Ryoken doesn’t let him go, seizing his wrist to drag him back down and knocking the knife from Playmaker’s other hand with a viper-fast strike. He flips them with a firm jolt that has Playmaker underneath him, wrists pinned to the ground.

Ryoken likes this position just as much. His assailant struggles against him, and he shifts his weight forward to contain him. And, well, the resulting friction is its own perk. “If you wanted my attention all you had to do was bat those pretty eyes of yours and ask for it.”

Playmaker’s green eyes are wide and flickering between Ryoken’s mask and his blazing ring. “Sky Flames? You’re Revolver?” Ryoken appreciates how pale Playmaker goes as he realizes he was trapped under the dreaded Underboss of Hanoi.

“I’m a little insulted you didn't recognize me.” Ryoken leans in to get a better look at the elusive assassin plaguing his organization. With Playmaker bucking against him, he has no hands free to pull off the mask that was in the way. If he wasn’t wearing a mask himself, he could’ve used his mouth.

“Get off of me!” Playmaker snarls, jerking up in a rough, attempted head butt. Ryoken forced him back down with some effort. “I’m going to make you bastards pay for what you did to us!”

It’s one of those days, clearly. Ryoken laughs, as Revolver should, watching the assassin’s expression tense further in the face of his mockery. “You’re going to need to be more specific.” Misguided avengers were a dime a dozen in the Mafia. It was a little disappointing to find out the rumored Playmaker was just another fool.

At least he looks fantastic, squirming under Ryoken like a leashed beast. “After what you did to me, you dare—”

“Did I fuck you? No, that can’t be it.” Playmaker goes completely rigid, and Ryoken is having too much fun. “I would certainly,” he let his eyes drag up and down the svelte form settled underneath him, “remember that.” Playmaker flushes fully red, eyes wide. It’s a good look on him. “Though I would love to personally do some things to you right now.” Ryoken pushes his leg in between Playmaker’s and  punctuates his words with a deliberate, slow roll of his hips.

It feels fantastic, which probably just goes to show that Ryoken needs to get laid, instead of you know, molesting his enemy in a back-alley. He knows he should be doing the responsible thing and finding a way to end Playmaker’s miserable life, but at the same time, it seems his usual self-control has packed its bags and taken a vacation. He can’t seem to stop himself.

The fault of those damn, brilliant eyes, no doubt.

His assassin jerks forward again with a furious snarl, and the hood is left behind, revealing a crown of fiery locks. His hair looks like dancing flames, all vibrant yellow, orange and pink, and Ryoken is almost disappointed. It’s a stunning look, but he would have preferred blue.

Though the autumn colors are nice too, the winter tones were so much more appealing.

“Get off of me!” Playmaker attempts to twist out of his grip, snapping Ryoken out of his hormonal spiral, and it’s a struggle to keep hold of him. He makes some odd movements with his hands, something glinting off his fingers, and suddenly there’s something slicing into Ryoken’s wrist. It’s wire, thin as fishing line, and it bites into his skin painfully. Reflexively, he jerks his hand away and tries to pull the wire off with the other, and Playmaker’s foot lands solidly in his chest, shoving him off with a rough kick. Instead of constricting, the wire lengthens as Ryoken stumbles to his feet a meter away, and there’s luminous purple light enveloping Playmaker’s hands.

Cloud Flames, with the property of propagation. Playmaker could use his flames to make the wire grow to any length he needed. An interesting choice of weapon.

Ryoken couldn’t help but smile, even as he hooked a finger under the wire and and used the strength of his own Flames to snap it like a twig. Clouds always are the feistiest, and Ryoken has always had a bit of a soft spot for that.

Not wasting any time, Ryoken sprints for his gun and sweeps it off the concrete. It fits back in his hand like puzzle piece clicking into place, and he raises it to his opponent with the taste of victory on his tongue. Wire versus bullets hardly seems fair, but Ryoken’s never been one for mercy.

Playmaker is back on his feet as well, his chest heaving with each harsh breath and his brow twisted with fury. His sleeve has ridden up, revealing an unusual bracelet bearing what looked like a spool of thread. The bracelet blazes with violet fire, bursting forth from a ring on Playmaker’s finger.

And the whole world freezes. A shudder rakes through Ryoken’s body, and instinctively he takes a step back, his aim wavering. He can’t tear his eyes away from the ring.

“That’s—?”

It’s a silver band identical to his own, bearing the intricate crest of Hanoi: an scalene triangle constructed from six smaller triangles. The only difference being that while his crest was entirely amber, Playmaker’s was silver except for one single amethyst triangle.

Ryoken knew that ring. And he knew the one he gave that ring to would never give it to anyone else.

But there it was, alight with blazing violet flames on Playmaker’s finger.

“S—Six?” He hears himself say, over the roaring in his ears. Playmaker—Six?—shifts backwards, with a familiar look of alarm in his eyes, and Ryoken stumbles forward, his gun forgotten at his side. Playmaker takes another step back, and his arm snaps to the side, a fishing line complete with hook dangling from his fingertips. With one fierce slash, the hook is streaking towards Ryoken’s face, and he throws up an arm in reflex.

The attack doesn’t connect, and when Ryoken opens his eyes, Playmaker—Six?—is gone.

But Ryoken’s mind is spinning in wild circles. Green eyes, three things, ten years, revenge—

I finally found you again.

[scrivenger-grimgar]

KhReborn!! Headcanon

What if: all of the tenth generation Vongola Guardians are the reincarnations of the first generation? The “ghosts” from the Vongola rings are actually the flame imprints left by each generation. In Daemon Spade’s case, he would’ve gotten unlucky and had his soul split into three pieces, hate, regret, and devotion.

Therefore:

The apparition “Daemon Spade” is the original’s hate.

Rokudo Mukuro is the original’s regret.

Dokuro Chrome is the original’s devotion.

That makes Chrome and Mukuro soul siblings, and explains why they have a mental connection.

[ktyillustrationandart]

#26 is Kyoko from KHReborn! It was a sketch that i found in one of my old sketch book. Hope you like it :)

color palette: http://www.colourpod.com/post/160707679840/beach-submitted-by-celandina-5e5060-ffa7b2

[oneunicornaway]

Hey so do you guys remember when I was constantly rebloging BNHA stuff, and the thing about me being obsessed with KHReborn? No? Because I do, and im still obsessed. You can pry Reborn from my cold, dead hands

Anyway, here’s a thing I wrote a while ago about Izuku being Tsuna’s cousin.

Its poorly written, but I might pick it up at some point and edit it, so tell me what you think?

News of his father’s death are… well, surprising, mostly. When they get the letter, his mother cries herself hoarse, while he tries to help her and take care her of her while she grieves. He doesn’t know what to think. It’s not that he didn’t love the man, because he did, but the memories he has of his father playing with him and sharing moments with him are distant and dim. It’s not that he doesn’t love his father, it’s just that this love is the one most people would have for a distant relative, rarely seen and barely known. His death saddens Izuku, really, but it doesn’t affect his day-to-day life in the least, and he is left with the realization that Midoryia Renji had only a very small place in his life.

His mom grieves. She cries, and she hugs him fiercely. She stays nearly catatonic when comes the question of the funerals, and then she freezes. She looks like a hollowed husk of herself, and Izuku misses her more than he ever did his father.

Then, as she picks herself up, pieces by pieces, she decides to work more. She goes back to work after nearly fifteen years, and keeps long and tiring days to try and keep them afloat. Renji’s life insurance helps, but it’s not enough, and soon, Izuku and his mother barely see each other anymore. By the time their life seems to have found some semblance of balance, Izuku’s final year of middle school is nearly over, and he has to accept he probably won’t manage to get into Yuuei. Besides, he is thinking about finding a part-time job, because even though his mom is doing the best she can, he can see she’s having a bit of a hard time providing for them both, and helping her by getting a bit of money himself surely wouldn’t hurt.

He’s so caught up in helping his mother he doesn’t except her own action to get them in a better place. He’s surprised enough that he doesn’t protest when she tells him that they need to talk.

“I want you to try the exam entrance for another high school.” She says.

Izuku’s eyebrows shot up. This is not at all what he excepted.

“Mom…”

“This isn’t about your grades.” Inko smiles, with pride in her eyes. “I know you have very good grades, so you won’t have a problem entering the high school you want. I think you even have a chance with Yuuei’s general course. This is not about that.”

She pauses, long enough that Izuku think he might have to ask her to clarify herself, but then, she continues, with a halted voice.

“Since your father died… things have not been easy, you know that, right?” Izuku nods, and she goes on, with a sad little smile. “I’m sure you have noticed, but the money I make is not quite as much as what we had when he was still alive, and I haven’t had lot of time for you recently. Which is why I would like for us to get closer to your aunt next year. You probably don’t remember her very much, I know, but we’ve been in contact since Renji died, and she offered me to help us a bit several times… and I want to accept.” Izuku wants to protest, but she forges on. “I know it’s hard to move so suddenly, and if you get into Yuuei, we will find a way for you to stay around, but otherwise, I think we should better go to Namimori. Your cousin is only a few years older, and Nana tells me he has lots of friends, and I’m sure you’ll find some too.”

Izuku wants to protest, but his mother looks determined and tired, and the words die on his tongue.

“You should go there for the summer, to begin to get acclimated, and I want you to take the exam entrance to their high school. You’ll have time to find your mark before I can sell the house and find a new job around Namimori, alright?”

There’s about a million protests in Izuku’s throat, but in the end, he nods, and says nothing.

 His cousin kind of looked like him, Izuku decided, stealing glances at the older boy. Sawada ‘just call me Tsuna’ Tsunayoshi, shared his wide eyes, and his hair were certainly as fluffy as Izuku’s own. Izuku didn’t remember his father having any kind of fluffy hair, and Nana’s hair were as flat as his mom’s, but it seemed the tendency to have gravity-defying strands was running in this side of his family. Tsuna was nice and awkward, as far as Izuku could tell, and he even had caught him muttering to himself once already. It did seem like they were related after all.

Nana had been cheerful – almost frighteningly so – at the idea of hosting a barely known family member in her house. Izuku had been surprised, but not for long, as it seemed Sawada Nana was in fact happy to host half of Tsuna’s friends on a regular basis. Those friends – and maybe Izuku should just stop excepting anything normal altogether – seemed to be, in part, young children, and it seemed that among the Sawada household’s permanent residents, there were Lambo, eight years old and constantly playing with worryingly realistic grenades, and Reborn, five years old and never to be seen without a perfectly fitted suit or a weird costume on.

The Sawada family, Izuku had determined, after no more than thirty minutes into their house, was weird.

Soon enough, once Izuku had been ushered into his room for the duration of his stay – Nana had cheerfully explained that the house had been renovated and made bigger to accommodate the new guests (and again, didn’t those kids have parents with a house of their own?) – the woman had sent them all out of the house while she was making dinner – to get ice-cream.

Never in Izuku’s life getting ice-cream had been such an ordeal. He didn’t mind, exactly, because in the past, those kinds of event had only been shared with his mom (ang in a distant past, with Kacchan), but the sheer number of Tsuna’s friends made the whole experience pretty confusing. They met in a park nearby, and Tsuna quickly introduced him as the son of his mother’s brother (weirdly convoluted when he could have just said cousin, but at this point Izuku had stopped trying to understand the Sawadas) to his group of friends. And they were a group. There were already three of them waiting for Tsuna and him to arrive, five if you counted the two children already with them, and then they just kept coming.

Izuku was introduced to all of them, while quietly trying not to hyperventilate. First, a silver-haired teen with European feature introduced himself, managing to seem both wary and politely welcoming when he shook Izuku’s.

“It is an honor to meet the Tenth’s cousin.” He said, which… Tenth? Tenth of what? There was a sigh coming from the side Tsuna was on that sounded somewhat reproachful.

“Ahah, Gokudera, no need to be so formal” A tall boy with a cheerful smile on patted the previous teen on the back with enough force to break the other boy’s pose. “I’m Yamamoto” he made a small sailor salute, “nice to meet you.”

“What the fuck, baseball freak!” Gokudera suddenly rounded on him, instantly losing any calm he had seemed to have. Yamamoto only laughed heartily, even as he avoided a punch to the guts.

“I’m Chrome. Nice to meet you.” Izuku jumped slightly as a soft voice addressed him to his left. It belonged to a girl with an eyepatch and a blue ponytail.

“Ah, hello. I’m Izuku.”

She nodded, as if they had reached some sort of agreement, and said nothing more. Then Izuku waited with them for a handful of minutes, standing awkwardly by their side. Tsuna glanced his way from time to time, but he mostly stayed concentrated on Lambo and Chrome, chatting with them about ice-cream flavor and the toys Lambo wanted for his apparently upcoming birthday. Gokudera had stopped listening to them and was berating at Yamamoto, who didn’t seem to mind, and actually looked like he sort of enjoyed being yelled at by the shorter teenager. The other child, Reborn, was somehow perched on a nearby tree, and was observing the scene while petting his lizard.

Nervously, Izuku tried to make a tentative guess at the members of the group’s quirk. The subject hadn’t come up, but he couldn’t help but be nervous about the usual question of “what’s your quirk?” that always cut short his attempt at finding friends. Gokudera’s quirk was actually pretty easy to guess, since he seemed to be using it to make himself more intimidating as he berated Yamamoto. The silver-haired teenager wore a chain with a ring on his neck, and as he was talking, the metal link rose a bit into the air, seemingly immune by gravity. The hothead probably had the same kind of quirk as his mother: the ability to telepathically move small objects. It seemed more potent than his mother’s though, and Izuku wondered if Gokudera had trained himself to reinforce his quirk. Maybe he was a training hero? With his temper, that probably would not be an easy task but it’s not like it had stopped Kacchan… Something that felt like a stone fell down his stomach, heavy and cold. He hadn’t even told Kacchan he was moving away. He hadn’t been able to deal with the mixture of relief and shame that came with getting away from his former friend. Here, Kacchan couldn’t get to him, and he hadn’t had to do anything. Kacchan couldn’t hurt him and he couldn’t see him, and the turmoil of emotions this created was something Izuku could not yet bring himself to face.

Izuku tried to distract himself by trying to deduce the others’ quirk, but to no avail. None of his interaction with the rest of Tsuna’s friends betrayed any kind of quirk that he could identify. Maybe Chrome used something to make herself more discrete, which would explain why he hadn’t heard her before, but that could also have just been him being distracted, or her just not making much noise in the first place. Despite being slightly overwhelmed, he welcomed gratefully the arrivals of the rest of Tsuna’s friends, which forced him to stop thinking about a certain blond.

He was introduced to them as well. There were two girls: Haru, an energetic dark-haired girl, and Kyoko, with a nice smile, and red hair. Kyoko came with her big brother, apparently called Ryohei, and who was, to use his own word… “extreme”. It seemed that with them all of the friends Tsuna was waiting for had arrived, and they all took off towards the little ice-cream parlor.

“So,” began the dark-haired girl – Haru – as they walked side to side “I didn’t know Tsuna had a cousin. Where are you from?”

They began discussing about minor things, sometimes interrupted by Kyoko who divided her attention between their conversation, and talking to Tsuna about a cake she had apparently eaten recently with a girl named Hana. Izuku found that he rather enjoyed himself, and that Haru really was nice and interesting, up until a dreaded question came up.

“So you’re going to high school next year, right? What do you want to do later on?”

“Err…” Izuku hesitated a bit, rubbing the latest burn mark Kacchan had left him under his sleeved hoodie. “I don’t really know… I wanted to be a hero when I was a kid, but now I think it might not be for me…” Some kind of stillness seemed to fall on the group, and Izuku imagined he had seen Tsuna going very tense before them. In a fit of blind panic, he desperately tried to reroute the conversation.

“What about you?” And maybe the word were a bit wobbly, but Izuku was proud of himself for having uttered them anyway. Besides, Haru seemed to roll with it with no problem, so it had worked the way he had intended it to.

“Hahi? Me? Ah, it’s true that we only have one year of high school left…”, she smiled wide and bright. “I’m going to study economics, to help Tsu-kun take over the world!”

Tsuna, this time, choked on air, while Yamamoto laughed high and bright, gently patting him on the back, and Ryohei launched in a “extreme” moment. Gokudera immediately reacted as well, gunning for the girl.

“What did you just say, idiot woman?! The Tenth asked for discretion, do you even know what that is??”

“Don’t call me that, you macho Italian jerk!” retorted Haru, pouting in an angry way.

“Ahah, there’s no need to be so serious, Gokudera! This was just a joke!” Yamamoto grabbed the other boy, putting an arm around his shoulders, and effectively keeping him from trying to strangle Haru. Gokudera struggled and spit angry curses at Yamamoto, though he didn’t seem to actually be making any headway out of the taller teen’s arms. Haru huffed and Kyoko giggled, and all the while, Izuku stood, confused but happy that the derailed conversation had completely distracted anyone from asking more about his abilities – or lack thereof.

“Aah sorry about that” Tsuna had turned toward him, looking at the group still divided between anger, dramatically unnecessary enthusiasm, and fits of laughing with a tired but fond expression. “they like to tease me about stuff.” He was scratching at the back of his head in a quite obvious show of nervousness. “I hope you’re not feeling too left out…”

A bit, wanted to say Izuku. But this was actually the first time he was brought into a group of persons who didn’t seem to feel disdain toward him, so he hardly felt the need to complain.

“It’s okay.” He ended up saying, and Tsuna smiled at him, shy but bright like a sun.

They got ice-cream, and they learnt to know each other. Somehow, without Izuku knowing how or why, the subject of quirk wasn’t breached the whole time, as he learnt that Tsuna and Yamamoto didn’t know what to do after high school, that Gokudera didn’t want to go to university, but that there was no doubt in anyone minds that he would anyway because Tsuna insisted that he shouldn’t waste his obvious talent and taste for studies on his behalf. It also became obvious really quickly, that even though they all seemed to be interesting and wonderfully weird in their own right, they all gravitated around Tsuna. Haru and Gokudera were the most obvious one, as they constantly referenced his opinions on various subject, but there was the way Yamamoto kept including him, the way Kyoko looked at him, with a hint of fondness and pride, and the fact that Chrome and Ryohei interacted with him even when they mostly didn’t with the rest of their crew. Even Reborn, the suspicious child that definitely didn’t act as if he was five years old, stuck pretty close to Tsuna, and talked to him, sometimes, in too quiet a voice for Izuku to hear. It seemed as if Tsuna shone a private light, something only his friends were privy to. Not to say that Izuku didn’t understand the pull, as well. His cousin, despite his awkwardness, seemed to degage some sort of tranquil benevolence, and his smiles somehow seemed to make the surrounding brighter and kinder.

 They are getting back, Lambo asleep and carried into Tsuna’s arms, and Reborn nowhere in sight (“he will be back” Izuku’s cousin had said, without further explanation), when the older boy speaks up.

“Why did you give up on becoming a hero?”

Izuku blinked, taken aback for a second.

“I just… don’t really have the capacities for it, I guess…”

Tsuna hummed, still looking straight ahead.

“You seem smart, though… And determined too. I’m sure you could do it.”

Izuku didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say, and besides, it sounded like the advice of someone who didn’t know anything about him, not even that he didn’t have a quirk.

Tsuna went on, softly, still looking right ahead instead of at Izuku.

“A few years ago, I didn’t have any friends… Everyone called me Dame-Tsuna.”

He looks pensive for a moment, and then looked at Izuku, bright smile and all.

“Things change.”

Izuku staid stunned for a moment, not really knowing what to say. Fortunately, Tsuna didn’t seem to expect him to, and turned back towards the road. They were in fact nearing the house and the younger teen was grateful for an opportunity to escape the conversation with his cousin. Inexplicably, Reborn, the five years old, was waiting for them at the door, and tried to kick Tsuna in the ankles, muttering something that was too low for Izuku to understand. Tsuna easily avoided him, answering in the murmur of what sounded like a foreign language.

 Days like these went on and neither Tsuna nor Nana ever asked to know his quirk, to his relief. During the day, Izuku would accompany Tsuna on his errands and on meetings with friends or stay at home. He had come to appreciate Haru and Yamamoto a lot, even if they didn’t always make much sense, but Gokudera reminded him too much of Kacchan, and he tried to avoid the boy when they met. With time, he had come to notice some kind of pattern in Tsuna’s friends. Apart from Gokudera, who would make small objects around him levitate whenever he got angry with Yamamoto (which tended to happen fairly often, as far as Izuku could tell), none of Tsuna’s friends boasted their quirk, nor talked about them, which was a new and strange experience for Izuku. Even Tsuna, Nana, Lambo and Reborn’s quirks remained a mystery even after a full week living with them.

What had ticked Izuku’s curiosity was also the hushed conversation some of them had sometimes, in what was obviously a foreign language. During a conversation, Izuku had gathered the fact that Gokudera had been born in Italy, and it seemed most likely he spoke Italian, but the fact that most of his friend seemed to understand his alien sounding curses, and that Tsuna and Chrome at least seemed able to hold a conversation in italian seemed a tad strange to Izuku. And if that had been the only thing odd about the group he might have let it go, but Tsuna’s friends shared more strange features. They had an eerie way of moving, for example: not only did they seem to follow Tsuna most of the time, but even when they didn’t, they seemed to always fall back on a kind of loose formation, most of the time with Izuku, or Kyoko at the center of the group of friends. It was so organic to the way they moved that Izuku might not even have noticed it were it not for Gokudera and Yamamoto. Because as much as they bickered (if one could call it that), they mostly stayed close to one another at all time (or maybe it was Yamamoto that stayed close? It was honestly hard to tell), and if Gokudera wasn’t around Yamamoto, he was glued to Tsuna’s side. So the one time Izuku had realized the Italian boy wasn’t kicking Yamomoto��s ankles or gushing around Tsuna, his curiosity had been picked, and he had realized they formed a sort of triangular formation around him. They were just getting some food for Nana to prepare the next meal, but Tsuna was at Izuku’s right, Gokudera at his left, and Yamamoto behind them three.

And the rings. A ring that calm, nice, gentle Tsuna wore on his middle finger like some kind of rebellious kid. A ring that constantly floated out of Gokudera’s shirt, reverently wore on a chain when the boy had four or five others on his hands at all time. A ring that adorned Chrome’s thumb. Even Yamamoto wore one, on a chain on his pants, and Izuku was pretty sure he had seen the glitter of another in Lambo’s hair. They all matched, with the same form and the same ornaments (maybe Tsuna’s was slightly bigger?), and they were all carefully worn, not flaunted for anyone to see. Even Izuku, who could be said to be fairly observant, had took several meetings and a few hours to realize their existence, and their similarity. And supposing all of Tsuna’s friends had one, he had yet to see Ryohei’s, Kyoko’s and Haru’s.

Tsuna himself was rather suspicious. On the days he did not spend with Izuku, he almost inevitably came back home with at least some bruises and cuts, and a faint smell of burned tissue. Most people would probably have missed the smell, but Izuku had been friend with Kacchan, then had been tormented by him, sometimes on a physical level. He knew exactly what smoke smelled like, even the faintest hints of it.

His running hypothesis was that Tsuna and his friend were some kind of gangsters. He would even have believed it, too, if his cousin and his friends weren’t so nice.

If you’re wondering, this is an universe fusion, so basically, the mafia still exists, along with rings and stuff, but Tsuna and co also have quirks, if you wanna make guesses. ;D

[the-togepi-man]

Are there any other anime that you like, or do you tend to just prefer the ones you mentioned earlier?

A list of anime I love in no order: Clannad/clannad after story, Toradora, Boku no hero, Food wars, Gurren Lagann, Psycho Pass, FMA:Brotherhood, Kimi no Name Wa, KHReborn(its not good but its classic to me), Assassin Classroom, Mai Hime, Nozaki Kun, kiseiju, lovely complex, and probably many more!

[vlavira]

Because I've been catching up with my country's officiaL transLation of KHReborn

★ Ekita玄 | 中国風ヒットマンREBORN! ☆ ⊳ various (katekyo hitman reborn!) ✔ republished w/permission