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@queenharumiura       —      yamamoto&haru

Yamamoto set the steaming cup of tea before the other, other hand extending a clean towel in her direction. “That storm came from nowhere, didn’t it?” He mused out before looking out the window. It was a good thing they were so close to his father’s restaurant and home; who knows how long they would have been stuck out there in such bad weather, otherwise. “Pops said that you’re more than welcomed to use the dryer here, if you want.” 

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@skylrks      —       yamamoto&hibari

“... And that makes all twenty-six.” The swordsman drops the unconscious body of the goon, adding him to the pile of his comrades. Every body in the pile were covered in cuts and bruises, but mercifully alive.

Dusting off his hands, Yamamoto flashed the elder a sly smile. “Almost tied with you, too!” A care-free laugh escaped him, chocolate hues glinting. The other may not have known it was a competition, but Yamamoto enjoyed challenging himself.

With a shake of his head, he crouched before one of the goons, ripping their fire emblem off of their clothing. “Do you recognize the crest, Hibari-san?” Looking up at him, he extended it to the male. “It’s been a while since someone tried to ambush us. In our own manor, too.” 

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@reizor​     —     takeshi&hayato 

“C’mon, it seems worth checking out! Everyone is talking about it!”     There’s nothing but good-natured excitement in the jock’s voice as they approached the new cafe in town; it was rare for Namimori to see anything new popping up, so it was to no surprise that everyone in town would want to come see for themselves. They may be a little older now, Takeshi felt like it was important to enjoy the small, simple things—while they all still can, anyways. They were well on their ways to becoming full-time mafiosos, right? They can spare a little more normalcy.

Hands clasped behind his head, he jogged ahead to pull open the door. Even from outside, it was easy to see how packed and busy it was. However, as soon as the both of them entered, they were greeted by a small fan fare and popping streamers, the staff cheering and clapping for them.

“Congratulations to our 100th visitor! As thanks, we are gifting you a full course meal, on us!”

Blinking incrediously, Takeshi turned to Gokudera with a wide, close-eyed grin.        “Maa, maa~ How lucky! See, aren’t you happy we came now, Gokudera-kun! Aha!” 

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@belacedia       —       yamamoto&belphegor

It felt almost strange, to be adorning the Varia uniform.  It felt strange, being part of this world, but not serving under ... Yamamoto was quick to shake those thoughts down; there was no point in lingering on what could have happened. Tsuna ... Tsuna was free from this life. And he couldn’t be any more happier or prouder in him, and he meant that with earnest.

After the night of their arrest, things have been ... Hell. With a criminal record, his future as a professional baseball player had been torn from his fingers, and no university would ever consider accepting him. His future was a dark and bleak one, but ... In the end, he was glad that everything had worked out. More or less.

Tsuna got to live the life he wanted, traveling in peace, outside of the mafia’s eyes and grasp. Gokudera was saved by Shamal and Bianchi—allegedly, anyways, but he was safe and not facing a death sentence. Colonello got Ryohei out.

... And he was part of the Varia now.

There’s a small commotion at the training yard. A bunch of henchmen blocking Yamamoto’s path to the training yard. Guess news of fresh meat traveled fast, and the goons seemed adamant about giving him a hard time.

A familiar, passing face catches his eye and Yamamoto takes pause. “Bel-senpai,” he greets, offering a carefree smile. Though there’s a certain gleam in his eyes.  

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@divineslcyer     —     yamamoto&mishal

The uniform felt wrong on him, yet suited him at the same time. Staring at himself in the mirror, the Rain smoothed his palms over the leather and fixed the collar around his neck. A strange sense of melancholy remained fixated on his features for a long moment, eyes closing as he scratched the back of his head.

Squalo’s orders as he debriefed the mission replayed in his head: Eliminate the enemy and the soldier who was captured. It should not surprise him that the Varia were more than willing to sacrifice their own. And yet ...

A sudden knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned away. Instantly, like the rain he represented, the gloomy thoughts washed away, and in its place came a close-eyed grin as he answered the door. “Maa, maa ~ Sorry to keep you waiting. Ready to go?” A hand rested against the hilt of his sword as he stepped out, closing the door to his room behind him.   

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@raytm​     |     yamamoto&gokudera

►     YAMAMOTO    |    “Bye~! Thank you for coming by ~”     Waving enthusiastically at the group of girls that had come by to say their hello’s, a cheery grin plastered itself across handsome features. Lowering his arm, amber eyes blinked at Gokudera, before giving a small cant of his head.    “What? What’s with the look?”    The question was spoken out with a small chuckle, though there was a small knowing glint to his eyes. It was to no surprise that Yamamoto was rather popular at school for his charismatic energy and general sportsmanship. Suddenly, a keen look entered his gaze as he stooped low, eyes lining up with the other’s, a sly smile soon following.    “You’re not jealous are you?”