pesce potenziale, prologue
pesce potenziale, prologue
pomeqranate
katekyo hitman reborn!, humor/drama; 576, 13+
Sawada ain’t no Sharada.
But there’s something fishy about him, you know? Behind the failing grades, paltry 22 Facebook friends (including his mother) and buttmonkey reputation. I sense untapped potential; some beautiful, festering thing that bleeds only when dealt a good one-two punch to the solar plexus. Have you heard Sawada scream? Chorus of angels comes out of his mouth. Most can’t hear it ‘cause their lungs are fit to bursting with laughter -- Sawada’s just acquainted his face with the gym floor again, classic -- but, man. When you do, it’s like... something warm fills you up for a second, right between your chest and your stomach, and... I don’t know, when it happens to me, all I can think about is the first time I boxed. Sometimes mom hugging a tinier me, sometimes pops smiling before he kicked the bucket; sis twirls in the living room wearing a tutu and Babo licks my hand after a game of fetch; whatever. Two seconds go by, image’s gone with the echoes of that gorgeous shriek.
That’s the only reason I trip the guy when I get the chance, okay? Read between the lines.
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Tsuna? Wow, when I think about how long I’ve known him...! We’ve gone to the same school ever since we were little kids. I think we used to live nearby each other before he moved. It must’ve been around the same time his dad left; I used to joke he’d eloped with my mom. Tsuna would get so flustered! I don’t see him around too much anymore -- busy with baseball and helping dad with the restaurant -- but... I don’t think he’s having too good a time in junior high. I wish I could do more for him. I mean, he’s done so much for me!
But I can’t tell you about that, haha. Not before I know who you are!
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Leave or I’ll bite you to death.
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You wanna talk about that lameass? Get out of my face or give me your number, cutie.
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Sawada-san? I... I feel so awkward around him! I’d really like to be his friend because he seems kind of lonely, but Brother tries to... "set us up" whenever he sees us together. Sawada-san gets so embarrassed that I get embarrassed! I don’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable -- I’ve tried to tell Brother countless times that I’m not interested and that he’s only making things between Sawada-san and Mochida-sempai worse -- but... it’s almost as if Brother likes it when Sawada-san gets in trouble! I don’t understand it.... He tells me to listen when things start happening but I... I can’t even look! I don’t know what to do. I wish things were simpler....
Huh? I’m Sasagawa Kyoko. N-no way! You go to that cake shop, too?! Now that you mention it, I remember seeing you there a few times before! Do you have class this afternoon? No? It’s... not that time of the month yet, but would you like to...?
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You did well. I’m impressed you managed to gather this much information in such a short span of time, Miss Miura. How did you know I like strawberry shortcake the best? Ah, yes -- something like that wouldn’t escape your observational prowess. I suppose one hug won’t hurt.
Have a good evening. If you need me, you can find me at Tsuna’s place starting tomorrow. Ask for Reborn.
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pomeqranate
katekyo hitman reborn!, humor/drama; 576, 13+
Sawada ain’t no Sharada.
But there’s something fishy about him, you know? Behind the failing grades, paltry 22 Facebook friends (including his mother) and buttmonkey reputation. I sense untapped potential; some beautiful, festering thing that bleeds only when dealt a good one-two punch to the solar plexus. Have you heard Sawada scream? Chorus of angels comes out of his mouth. Most can’t hear it ‘cause their lungs are fit to bursting with laughter -- Sawada’s just acquainted his face with the gym floor again, classic -- but, man. When you do, it’s like... something warm fills you up for a second, right between your chest and your stomach, and... I don’t know, when it happens to me, all I can think about is the first time I boxed. Sometimes mom hugging a tinier me, sometimes pops smiling before he kicked the bucket; sis twirls in the living room wearing a tutu and Babo licks my hand after a game of fetch; whatever. Two seconds go by, image’s gone with the echoes of that gorgeous shriek.
That’s the only reason I trip the guy when I get the chance, okay? Read between the lines.
---
Tsuna? Wow, when I think about how long I’ve known him...! We’ve gone to the same school ever since we were little kids. I think we used to live nearby each other before he moved. It must’ve been around the same time his dad left; I used to joke he’d eloped with my mom. Tsuna would get so flustered! I don’t see him around too much anymore -- busy with baseball and helping dad with the restaurant -- but... I don’t think he’s having too good a time in junior high. I wish I could do more for him. I mean, he’s done so much for me!
But I can’t tell you about that, haha. Not before I know who you are!
---
Leave or I’ll bite you to death.
---
You wanna talk about that lameass? Get out of my face or give me your number, cutie.
---
Sawada-san? I... I feel so awkward around him! I’d really like to be his friend because he seems kind of lonely, but Brother tries to... "set us up" whenever he sees us together. Sawada-san gets so embarrassed that I get embarrassed! I don’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable -- I’ve tried to tell Brother countless times that I’m not interested and that he’s only making things between Sawada-san and Mochida-sempai worse -- but... it’s almost as if Brother likes it when Sawada-san gets in trouble! I don’t understand it.... He tells me to listen when things start happening but I... I can’t even look! I don’t know what to do. I wish things were simpler....
Huh? I’m Sasagawa Kyoko. N-no way! You go to that cake shop, too?! Now that you mention it, I remember seeing you there a few times before! Do you have class this afternoon? No? It’s... not that time of the month yet, but would you like to...?
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You did well. I’m impressed you managed to gather this much information in such a short span of time, Miss Miura. How did you know I like strawberry shortcake the best? Ah, yes -- something like that wouldn’t escape your observational prowess. I suppose one hug won’t hurt.
Have a good evening. If you need me, you can find me at Tsuna’s place starting tomorrow. Ask for Reborn.
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