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Who: Hibari hi-blog and Ryohei kyokugen-sun
Where Ryohei's room
When: 12/16
Rating: Language so... yeah
Summary: Hibari is at his limit.
the Story:
Things have not been going well for the head of Namimori's Disciplinary Committee, Ace of the Vongola Decimo famiglia, or, more recently, simply Hibari Kyouya.
After another pointless, winless battle with a nation, Hibari came home to find a note from Seimei. "Will be back" it read. Ritsuka had been hiding wounds. Seimei had reacted badly. Gone again to avoid things; silent protest against things he can't control or deal with.
That was how they'd met.
Not that Seimei would have been much help had he been there. Perhaps quite the contrary.
For whatever reason, when Hibari looked up, he was no longer standing in his room, bird on his head, letter in hand. He was standing in front of Ryohei's door. He scowled halfheartedly, ready to turn and walk back, but instead rested his forehead against the door, begging his pride to melt and allow him to knock.
“If you have a problem, talk to me! Ryouhei Sasagawa of the boxing club! I’ll always be waiting!”
He never thought he'd need to take him up on that. Ever.
He knocked. Pretended his hand moved on its own. Scowled at it. Waited for an answer.
Where Ryohei's room
When: 12/16
Rating: Language so... yeah
Summary: Hibari is at his limit.
the Story:
Things have not been going well for the head of Namimori's Disciplinary Committee, Ace of the Vongola Decimo famiglia, or, more recently, simply Hibari Kyouya.
After another pointless, winless battle with a nation, Hibari came home to find a note from Seimei. "Will be back" it read. Ritsuka had been hiding wounds. Seimei had reacted badly. Gone again to avoid things; silent protest against things he can't control or deal with.
That was how they'd met.
Not that Seimei would have been much help had he been there. Perhaps quite the contrary.
For whatever reason, when Hibari looked up, he was no longer standing in his room, bird on his head, letter in hand. He was standing in front of Ryohei's door. He scowled halfheartedly, ready to turn and walk back, but instead rested his forehead against the door, begging his pride to melt and allow him to knock.
“If you have a problem, talk to me! Ryouhei Sasagawa of the boxing club! I’ll always be waiting!”
He never thought he'd need to take him up on that. Ever.
He knocked. Pretended his hand moved on its own. Scowled at it. Waited for an answer.