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Title: Non fare errori
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 5927
Rating: K+
Summary: Well. This sucks. Just when Tsuna thought things were finally about to work out with Kyoko, he found out that he was already in a relationship. With Gokudera.
Notes: Written for
amarielah. Also, I am learning to speak Italian, so I like to use it in the titles and in little phrases. “Non fare errori” means “Make no mistake”.
Namimori High School.
It’s three days before the school year ends. Their third year. Sawada Tsunayoshi, heir to generations of Vongola blood, bullets, pride and honor, is bouncing up and down in anticipation. Finally. He’d actually worked up the courage - despite years of cowardice - to confess his feelings for Kyoko-chan. It had been somewhat awkward, but the message had been clear. Best of all, she hadn’t flat out rejected him. But she had asked him to allow her a day or two to gather her feelings. And this morning, she’d asked him to wait for her after school so that they could talk. Finally.
Yamamoto was standing some distance off, chatting amicably with a teammate. Gokudera was nowhere to be seen for once, and the only thing stopping him from having a private conversation with Kyoko was Haru, skipping toward him with an armful of some ridiculous costume.
“Haru-san is so happy to see Tsuna-san!!” she cried. In the past couple of years she’d grown a little more affectionate, so Tsuna suddenly found himself crushed in an embrace of papier mache and the faint scent of strawberry shortcake, laced generously with Haru’s talk of “when we’re married” that he only paid half attention to now. It would not do for Kyoko to find them this way. Not today.
“Haru!” he managed around some random bauble adorning the costume, “Stop! I... eh...” sensing someone come up from behind to stand beside him, he abandoned all caution and hoped that everything could be cleared up later. “We’re together now!” he said, gently pushing Haru away from him and seizing what he thought was Kyoko’s arm.
Mischeif, thou art afoot.
Gokudera blinked, jaw slack from shock at Tsuna’s words.
Haru followed up with a similar reaction, the costume - Tsuna now recognized it to be that of a popular cartoon character - falling limp in her arms.
It was Yamamoto who spoke first, awakening Tsuna to the cruel realization that everyone within a two meter radius must have heard his desperate outburst.
“Oh, finally.”
And then Haru smiled and agreed and there was Kyoko, looking mildly confused. Tsuna thought that he would have dearly liked to die in that instant. Thankfully, Gokudera came to the rescue. He pulled his arm away from Tsuna’s nervous grip and scratched the back of his head, giving into peals of forced, fake laughter.
“That’s a good joke, Juudaime! I’m sure you meant Sasagawa’s sister and yourself.”
Tsuna could only nod, eyes flicking from Yamamoto, who looked as confused as Kyoko had a moment ago, and Kyoko herself, looking thoughtful.
“It’s okay, Tsuna-kun,” she said quietly. “I understand. After all, I came here today to tell you that you are a very special friend to me, but you would be happier if you followed your heart to Gokudera-kun.”
Tsuna looked wildly around at all of them. Gokudera was still laughing to himself, doubtless trying to drown out the embarrassment focused partly on him.
“She’s right, Tsuna,” Yamamoto added. “We’re your friends and we’re happy for you. It’s okay.”
Tsuna felt his knees go weak. “No,” he said at last, shaking his head vehemently. “This is...” he wanted to say mistake, but was immediately cut off by Haru.
“Tsuna-san... as much as Gokudera-san and Haru-san seem to dislike each other,” she huffed at Gokudera, “Gokudera-san and Tsuna-san together makes Haru-san happy.”
The sky was falling. It had to be. Pigs were flying. Hibari was going to join a club. Something. This was not happening.
“Stupid girl, The Tenth is trying to explain that this is a joke!” Gokudera fumed, finally breaking out of his awkward laughter.
“Now, now, Gokudera. To the rest of us your relationship might be a game - and someone owes me ¥100,000 - you really shouldn’t refer to it as a joke, unless you mean to jest about how Tsuna will have to find alternate means of producing an heir.”
Tsuna looked down.
“¥100,000?!” he exclaimed. “Reborn!”
The miniature hitman smiled knowingly. “Surprised I bet in your favor?” he inquired lightly. “I’m surprised that you managed to keep it a secret from me. When did this happen?”
Yes, Tsuna would have dearly liked to die on the spot.
“I can’t believe no one believed that I was joking!” he groaned half an hour later, collapsing on his bed.
“Che strano...” Gokudera agreed, dropping his bookbag alongside Tsuna’s.
“Even Kyoko-chan!” Tsuna added, punching at his pillow.
Gokudera frowned. “I can speak to her tomorrow, Juudaime.”
Momentarily, Tsuna felt relieved. Everything was going to be okay.
“No,” he said abruptly. “She was going to reject me, anyway. You heard her.”
“How could she be so... cieca?” Gokudera cursed.
Tsuna looked up and pulled his legs under him into a sitting position. “Japanese, Gokudera.”
“Blind,” Gokudera spat. “She has your affection, and yet she doesn’t see it. And she would reject you.” His hands curled into fists.
“Ne, Gokudera-kun...” Tsuna said gently, “Do you think anyone will ever... love me?”
Gokudera sighed, hesitating an inch from touching Tsuna’s shoulder. “Someday,” he replied shortly.
“So. You and Gokudera. That’s great. Finally.” Yamamoto smiled.
Tsuna leaned heavily against the chainlink fence at the batting cage, wondering if it was really worth his time to try and explain this.
“You don’t understand, Yamamoto,” he began, but his Rain Guardian straightened up immediately and held up a hand.
“Forget it,” he said seriously. “You’re happy, right? I don’t need to know how or when it happened. I saw it coming and it’s okay. If you’re happy.”
Tsuna gaped.
Actually, he’d always thought that Yamamoto was near incapable about being serious about things. Lately there had been times when he had been a different person - the person he would grow up to be? - and Tsuna had to confess that he liked it. He dug his toe into the dirt and listened to the sound of baseballs hitting Yamamoto’s bat, trying not to imagine the power in that swing making a shining blade rain blood. He frowned. If Yamamoto saw credibility in it, why not play along? Just to know why it was taken so well by everyone?
He bit his lip. It wasn’t the worst idea he’d ever had.
“So... you saw it coming?” he prompted.
Again, Yamamoto paused and straightened, turning to half face Tsuna. “Well, yeah. Gokudera’s always been so devoted to you, and he was the first friend you made on your own, right?” He smiled.
It was true. It had been an awkward way of making friends with someone, but it had been Tsuna’s will that had done it.
“And then it was the way you two look at each other.”
Tsuna’s head snapped up. “What?”
Yamamoto laughed. “Gokudera looks at you as though you’re the whole world, Tsuna. And you look at him as though you want to share the world with him.”
The words stayed with him as he walked home, knowing that Reborn would be waiting for him at home with some new training or an Italian lesson.
“Tadaima!” he called when he opened the door, pulling off his shoes.
The house was quiet, but as soon as he reached the top landing he smelled coffee wafting from his room and knew that Reborn would be waiting with his Italian phrases for the week. Pulling off his jacket, he wracked his brains for the keyword. Erorre. Mistake. Fitting.
“Gokudera is coming over to help you with your pronunciation,” Reborn announced. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t come with you.” His eyes gleamed.
Tsuna rifled the pages of his Italian workbook. He loved the language, as difficult as it was. And it was a rare break from Reborn’s usual training.
“Eto... while we wait, can I ask you something?” he spoke meekly, realizing that he hardly ever initiated important conversations with his tutor. Reborn made no indication that he objected, and Tsuna waited a moment to make sure the sleep mucus bubble wouldn’t surface before pressing on. “Why was it so easy for everyone to accept... Gokudera and... Gokudera-kun and I?”
At this point he was hoping that Yamamoto’s seriousness had been a fluke and Reborn had really been in it for the money.
“Because we gradually got used to it,” came the cool reply. “Do you remember when you first made Gokudera your subordinate? You were wary of him.” Tsuna nodded. “You became comfortable with him soon enough, and I could tell that you cared about him as a friend. I wanted to intervene at that point, but the Vongola are known for their friendship and loyalty. But then, Gokudera was much too obsessed with you.” He sipped his coffee. “It came down to two things, Tsuna. Gokudera would die for you. But once, not too long ago, you asked him to live for you. And he followed that order.”
It was a more detailed explanation than Tsuna expected.
“Y-you’re only saying that because you made ¥100,000, aren’t you?” he sputtered at once.
Reborn only smiled and sipped his coffee.
“I’m sorry, but I made a mistake,” Gokudera read.
“S-scusa... ho fatto...” Tsuna stammered. Gokudera nodded.
“Continue, Juudaime. You’re doing fine.”
Encouraged, Tsuna closed his eyes and started over, deepening the soft vowel sounds. “Scusa ho fatto un erorre.”
“Remember that the ‘h’ in ‘ho’ is silent, Tenth,” Gokudera reminded him. “Now, I will help you pronounce another word that means the same as erorre. Watch my mouth.”
Tsuna dropped his gaze.
“Sbaglio.”
Tsuna frowned. “Sabag...”
Gokudera shock his head. “There is a sound there that is difficult to prounounce for you, the ‘-lio’.” He pointed to his mouth. “You must draw your tongue forward a little more from the back of the roof of your mouth. Sbaglio.”
Tsuna squirmed. Gokudera demonstrating words didn’t usually make him so nervous. Usually it was because he was so much better at it, and partly it was because his tone in his native language was very soft and strong.
“If you two are going to be flirting,” Reborn broke in, hoppign down from his chair, “Then I’ll leave the rest of the lesson to Gokudera.”
“R-reborn!!!?” Tsuna cried, watching the door close behind the miniature hitman.
“Shall we continue, Tenth?” Gokudera said, almost too cheerfully. “Sbaglio.”
Tsuna directed his gaze to the side. “Sbaglio,” he repeated, dragging his tongue a little farther from the back, cheeks turning slightly pink. Suddenly it was very uncomfortable to be alone with Gokudera. Uncomfortable in a way that was different from those first days when they’d found themselves alone. Then Tsuna had been wary and somewhat afraid. Now he was anxious. Did Gokudera really look at him as though he were that important? He repeated the word, nodding, and chanced a look.
Gokudera’s expression was soft, but strong. Like his tone when he spoke Italian.
“Decimo?” Gokudera prompted, reaching out and placing a hand on Tsuna’s shoulder.
It was really that that must have done it, Tsuna thought. He liked it when Gokudera called him that, as final as it was.
Tsuna was not brave. But he was Decimo, so he burned that thought into his mind and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Gokudera’s lips, holding his breath. Gokudera pulled away too quickly, eyes wide, a slow smile starting to light up his face.
“Gokudera...!” Tsuna blurted, ready to apologize.
Gokudera shock his head frantically. “Hayato,” he corrected, reaching out and pulling Tsuna into an embrace, murmuring “Ti voglio” and kissing him again.
The pressure of his lips was soft enough to make Tsuna forget what that meant, exactly, though he was sure he’d learned it not two weeks ago.
“May I, Juudaime... is this... alright?” Gokudera breathed.
Tsuna nodded. “Tsuna,” he corrected, relief washing over him. Someday. Today was... “H-hayato... yes.” He nodded again. “Everyone else seems to think so.”
Gokudera froze, sighed, and gently pushed Tsuna away, then left the room. It didn’t happen very fast, but Tsuna’s heart was racing. What had he done?
Everyone else seems to think so.
Scusa, ho fatto erorre.
Of course. It shouldn’t matter what anyone else thought. Gokudera loved him.
“Baka!” Tsuna growled, burying his head in his arms.
“I don’t think I need to shoot you to know what you would do with your Dying Will, right this moment.” Reborn said seriously from the doorway. “He was headed for the park.”
Tsuna ran, leaving behind any delusions he’d had about marrying Kyoko and having a normal life. Normal had stopped when Reborn arrived, and it was never coming back. He was lucky to have Gokudera. Gokudera, who would stand by him. Die for him, live for him.
“Goku-Hayato!” he called.
There he was, sitting on a swing, his back hunched over.
Tsuna was Vongola. The Tenth. And he walked over to his Consigliere with the quiet dignity required, and steeled his nerves, summoning fire to his will.
“Hayato.”
“Juudaime... please. I don’t want to force my feelings on you.”
Tsuna flinched, smiled. “They’ve always been so obvious,” he said. “I can’t believe I refused to see them. It took some stupid misunderstanding for me to get it. Hayato... I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Really.” He reached out and grasped the chain of the swing, bent his knees and looked into the grey blue eyes. He took a deep breath. “Non fare erorri. Ti amo, Hayato.”
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 5927
Rating: K+
Summary: Well. This sucks. Just when Tsuna thought things were finally about to work out with Kyoko, he found out that he was already in a relationship. With Gokudera.
Notes: Written for
amarielah. Also, I am learning to speak Italian, so I like to use it in the titles and in little phrases. “Non fare errori” means “Make no mistake”.
Namimori High School.
It’s three days before the school year ends. Their third year. Sawada Tsunayoshi, heir to generations of Vongola blood, bullets, pride and honor, is bouncing up and down in anticipation. Finally. He’d actually worked up the courage - despite years of cowardice - to confess his feelings for Kyoko-chan. It had been somewhat awkward, but the message had been clear. Best of all, she hadn’t flat out rejected him. But she had asked him to allow her a day or two to gather her feelings. And this morning, she’d asked him to wait for her after school so that they could talk. Finally.
Yamamoto was standing some distance off, chatting amicably with a teammate. Gokudera was nowhere to be seen for once, and the only thing stopping him from having a private conversation with Kyoko was Haru, skipping toward him with an armful of some ridiculous costume.
“Haru-san is so happy to see Tsuna-san!!” she cried. In the past couple of years she’d grown a little more affectionate, so Tsuna suddenly found himself crushed in an embrace of papier mache and the faint scent of strawberry shortcake, laced generously with Haru’s talk of “when we’re married” that he only paid half attention to now. It would not do for Kyoko to find them this way. Not today.
“Haru!” he managed around some random bauble adorning the costume, “Stop! I... eh...” sensing someone come up from behind to stand beside him, he abandoned all caution and hoped that everything could be cleared up later. “We’re together now!” he said, gently pushing Haru away from him and seizing what he thought was Kyoko’s arm.
Mischeif, thou art afoot.
Gokudera blinked, jaw slack from shock at Tsuna’s words.
Haru followed up with a similar reaction, the costume - Tsuna now recognized it to be that of a popular cartoon character - falling limp in her arms.
It was Yamamoto who spoke first, awakening Tsuna to the cruel realization that everyone within a two meter radius must have heard his desperate outburst.
“Oh, finally.”
And then Haru smiled and agreed and there was Kyoko, looking mildly confused. Tsuna thought that he would have dearly liked to die in that instant. Thankfully, Gokudera came to the rescue. He pulled his arm away from Tsuna’s nervous grip and scratched the back of his head, giving into peals of forced, fake laughter.
“That’s a good joke, Juudaime! I’m sure you meant Sasagawa’s sister and yourself.”
Tsuna could only nod, eyes flicking from Yamamoto, who looked as confused as Kyoko had a moment ago, and Kyoko herself, looking thoughtful.
“It’s okay, Tsuna-kun,” she said quietly. “I understand. After all, I came here today to tell you that you are a very special friend to me, but you would be happier if you followed your heart to Gokudera-kun.”
Tsuna looked wildly around at all of them. Gokudera was still laughing to himself, doubtless trying to drown out the embarrassment focused partly on him.
“She’s right, Tsuna,” Yamamoto added. “We’re your friends and we’re happy for you. It’s okay.”
Tsuna felt his knees go weak. “No,” he said at last, shaking his head vehemently. “This is...” he wanted to say mistake, but was immediately cut off by Haru.
“Tsuna-san... as much as Gokudera-san and Haru-san seem to dislike each other,” she huffed at Gokudera, “Gokudera-san and Tsuna-san together makes Haru-san happy.”
The sky was falling. It had to be. Pigs were flying. Hibari was going to join a club. Something. This was not happening.
“Stupid girl, The Tenth is trying to explain that this is a joke!” Gokudera fumed, finally breaking out of his awkward laughter.
“Now, now, Gokudera. To the rest of us your relationship might be a game - and someone owes me ¥100,000 - you really shouldn’t refer to it as a joke, unless you mean to jest about how Tsuna will have to find alternate means of producing an heir.”
Tsuna looked down.
“¥100,000?!” he exclaimed. “Reborn!”
The miniature hitman smiled knowingly. “Surprised I bet in your favor?” he inquired lightly. “I’m surprised that you managed to keep it a secret from me. When did this happen?”
Yes, Tsuna would have dearly liked to die on the spot.
“I can’t believe no one believed that I was joking!” he groaned half an hour later, collapsing on his bed.
“Che strano...” Gokudera agreed, dropping his bookbag alongside Tsuna’s.
“Even Kyoko-chan!” Tsuna added, punching at his pillow.
Gokudera frowned. “I can speak to her tomorrow, Juudaime.”
Momentarily, Tsuna felt relieved. Everything was going to be okay.
“No,” he said abruptly. “She was going to reject me, anyway. You heard her.”
“How could she be so... cieca?” Gokudera cursed.
Tsuna looked up and pulled his legs under him into a sitting position. “Japanese, Gokudera.”
“Blind,” Gokudera spat. “She has your affection, and yet she doesn’t see it. And she would reject you.” His hands curled into fists.
“Ne, Gokudera-kun...” Tsuna said gently, “Do you think anyone will ever... love me?”
Gokudera sighed, hesitating an inch from touching Tsuna’s shoulder. “Someday,” he replied shortly.
“So. You and Gokudera. That’s great. Finally.” Yamamoto smiled.
Tsuna leaned heavily against the chainlink fence at the batting cage, wondering if it was really worth his time to try and explain this.
“You don’t understand, Yamamoto,” he began, but his Rain Guardian straightened up immediately and held up a hand.
“Forget it,” he said seriously. “You’re happy, right? I don’t need to know how or when it happened. I saw it coming and it’s okay. If you’re happy.”
Tsuna gaped.
Actually, he’d always thought that Yamamoto was near incapable about being serious about things. Lately there had been times when he had been a different person - the person he would grow up to be? - and Tsuna had to confess that he liked it. He dug his toe into the dirt and listened to the sound of baseballs hitting Yamamoto’s bat, trying not to imagine the power in that swing making a shining blade rain blood. He frowned. If Yamamoto saw credibility in it, why not play along? Just to know why it was taken so well by everyone?
He bit his lip. It wasn’t the worst idea he’d ever had.
“So... you saw it coming?” he prompted.
Again, Yamamoto paused and straightened, turning to half face Tsuna. “Well, yeah. Gokudera’s always been so devoted to you, and he was the first friend you made on your own, right?” He smiled.
It was true. It had been an awkward way of making friends with someone, but it had been Tsuna’s will that had done it.
“And then it was the way you two look at each other.”
Tsuna’s head snapped up. “What?”
Yamamoto laughed. “Gokudera looks at you as though you’re the whole world, Tsuna. And you look at him as though you want to share the world with him.”
The words stayed with him as he walked home, knowing that Reborn would be waiting for him at home with some new training or an Italian lesson.
“Tadaima!” he called when he opened the door, pulling off his shoes.
The house was quiet, but as soon as he reached the top landing he smelled coffee wafting from his room and knew that Reborn would be waiting with his Italian phrases for the week. Pulling off his jacket, he wracked his brains for the keyword. Erorre. Mistake. Fitting.
“Gokudera is coming over to help you with your pronunciation,” Reborn announced. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t come with you.” His eyes gleamed.
Tsuna rifled the pages of his Italian workbook. He loved the language, as difficult as it was. And it was a rare break from Reborn’s usual training.
“Eto... while we wait, can I ask you something?” he spoke meekly, realizing that he hardly ever initiated important conversations with his tutor. Reborn made no indication that he objected, and Tsuna waited a moment to make sure the sleep mucus bubble wouldn’t surface before pressing on. “Why was it so easy for everyone to accept... Gokudera and... Gokudera-kun and I?”
At this point he was hoping that Yamamoto’s seriousness had been a fluke and Reborn had really been in it for the money.
“Because we gradually got used to it,” came the cool reply. “Do you remember when you first made Gokudera your subordinate? You were wary of him.” Tsuna nodded. “You became comfortable with him soon enough, and I could tell that you cared about him as a friend. I wanted to intervene at that point, but the Vongola are known for their friendship and loyalty. But then, Gokudera was much too obsessed with you.” He sipped his coffee. “It came down to two things, Tsuna. Gokudera would die for you. But once, not too long ago, you asked him to live for you. And he followed that order.”
It was a more detailed explanation than Tsuna expected.
“Y-you’re only saying that because you made ¥100,000, aren’t you?” he sputtered at once.
Reborn only smiled and sipped his coffee.
“I’m sorry, but I made a mistake,” Gokudera read.
“S-scusa... ho fatto...” Tsuna stammered. Gokudera nodded.
“Continue, Juudaime. You’re doing fine.”
Encouraged, Tsuna closed his eyes and started over, deepening the soft vowel sounds. “Scusa ho fatto un erorre.”
“Remember that the ‘h’ in ‘ho’ is silent, Tenth,” Gokudera reminded him. “Now, I will help you pronounce another word that means the same as erorre. Watch my mouth.”
Tsuna dropped his gaze.
“Sbaglio.”
Tsuna frowned. “Sabag...”
Gokudera shock his head. “There is a sound there that is difficult to prounounce for you, the ‘-lio’.” He pointed to his mouth. “You must draw your tongue forward a little more from the back of the roof of your mouth. Sbaglio.”
Tsuna squirmed. Gokudera demonstrating words didn’t usually make him so nervous. Usually it was because he was so much better at it, and partly it was because his tone in his native language was very soft and strong.
“If you two are going to be flirting,” Reborn broke in, hoppign down from his chair, “Then I’ll leave the rest of the lesson to Gokudera.”
“R-reborn!!!?” Tsuna cried, watching the door close behind the miniature hitman.
“Shall we continue, Tenth?” Gokudera said, almost too cheerfully. “Sbaglio.”
Tsuna directed his gaze to the side. “Sbaglio,” he repeated, dragging his tongue a little farther from the back, cheeks turning slightly pink. Suddenly it was very uncomfortable to be alone with Gokudera. Uncomfortable in a way that was different from those first days when they’d found themselves alone. Then Tsuna had been wary and somewhat afraid. Now he was anxious. Did Gokudera really look at him as though he were that important? He repeated the word, nodding, and chanced a look.
Gokudera’s expression was soft, but strong. Like his tone when he spoke Italian.
“Decimo?” Gokudera prompted, reaching out and placing a hand on Tsuna’s shoulder.
It was really that that must have done it, Tsuna thought. He liked it when Gokudera called him that, as final as it was.
Tsuna was not brave. But he was Decimo, so he burned that thought into his mind and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Gokudera’s lips, holding his breath. Gokudera pulled away too quickly, eyes wide, a slow smile starting to light up his face.
“Gokudera...!” Tsuna blurted, ready to apologize.
Gokudera shock his head frantically. “Hayato,” he corrected, reaching out and pulling Tsuna into an embrace, murmuring “Ti voglio” and kissing him again.
The pressure of his lips was soft enough to make Tsuna forget what that meant, exactly, though he was sure he’d learned it not two weeks ago.
“May I, Juudaime... is this... alright?” Gokudera breathed.
Tsuna nodded. “Tsuna,” he corrected, relief washing over him. Someday. Today was... “H-hayato... yes.” He nodded again. “Everyone else seems to think so.”
Gokudera froze, sighed, and gently pushed Tsuna away, then left the room. It didn’t happen very fast, but Tsuna’s heart was racing. What had he done?
Everyone else seems to think so.
Scusa, ho fatto erorre.
Of course. It shouldn’t matter what anyone else thought. Gokudera loved him.
“Baka!” Tsuna growled, burying his head in his arms.
“I don’t think I need to shoot you to know what you would do with your Dying Will, right this moment.” Reborn said seriously from the doorway. “He was headed for the park.”
Tsuna ran, leaving behind any delusions he’d had about marrying Kyoko and having a normal life. Normal had stopped when Reborn arrived, and it was never coming back. He was lucky to have Gokudera. Gokudera, who would stand by him. Die for him, live for him.
“Goku-Hayato!” he called.
There he was, sitting on a swing, his back hunched over.
Tsuna was Vongola. The Tenth. And he walked over to his Consigliere with the quiet dignity required, and steeled his nerves, summoning fire to his will.
“Hayato.”
“Juudaime... please. I don’t want to force my feelings on you.”
Tsuna flinched, smiled. “They’ve always been so obvious,” he said. “I can’t believe I refused to see them. It took some stupid misunderstanding for me to get it. Hayato... I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Really.” He reached out and grasped the chain of the swing, bent his knees and looked into the grey blue eyes. He took a deep breath. “Non fare erorri. Ti amo, Hayato.”