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Hanayama Man
by ? // for desumethis
characters/pairings: DinoTsuna
rating: T
warnings: slight AU
wordcount: 1286
summary: Yet another embarrassing moment in Sawada Tsunayoshi’s life. Not only does he have to come terms with the fact that he might be attracted to a man, but there’s also the fact that this man is one Dino Chiaverone, who happens to be a mafia boss. Oh, and so is Tsuna.
notes: I like the idea of Tsuna being watched as he grows up until the right moment for someone to tell him what his role is.
Namimori in Spring is probably the most peaceful place in Japan. That is, if a certain Chairman isn’t rampaging about in an irritable fashion, biting anyone who dares desecrate the name and dignity of his school. But since sakura blossoms often drive him into hiding, it really is.
Sawada Tsunayoshi takes a deep breath of Spring air as soon as he’s out the gates of his school, glancing toward a white truck stationed across the street. It’s already beign swarmed by girls and boys alike. The hanayama man, Tsuna thinks, is that really makes Namimori in Spring so wonderful.
As far back as he could remember his life being one pathetic embarrassment after another - probably somewhere in grade school, though he can’t peg it down just right - there has been the hanayama man. It wasn’t always this man, either. Two years ago the old flower vendor had been replaced with a younger man. Rumor had it he was from some place in Europe. He was tall and broad shouldered, always wearing a white shirt and a light jacket. The left sleeve stopped short of hiding a pattern of blue flames tattooed along his arm. His eyes were friendly, and he spoke Japanese with a soft accent.
Tsuna was embarrassed to realize that he might actually be attracted to the man.
So he crossed the street every Monday in Spring with a 50 yen note, intending to buy a bunch of flowers for Kyoko. Of course, he never worked up the guts to do it and they ended up being handed sheepishly to Nana every week.
“Carnations today, Sawada-kun?” The hanayama man suggests when he sees the scrawny boy standing off to the side, trying not to trip over anything or say anything stupid for fear of being ridiculed by his classmates. Several of the boys are buying flowers for girlfriends, the girls mostly just smell the bouquets and contemplate buying one for a mother or grandmother.
“...Yeah... I guess. Pink ones?” Tsuna shrugs, looking around for Kyoko. Perhaps today he’ll be brave enough. Perhaps next week he won’t be thinking of how much he likes it when the hanayama man says his name.
“There you go,” the blonde foreigner says softly. wrapping a dozen pink ruffled flowers in plastic. “They’re for your mother, right?”
“Yeah... for my mother...” Tsuna replies lamely.
“Dino.”
Tsuna drags himself out of his pathetic vision of his mother’s face when she receives the flowers. “Dino?”
“My name,” the hanayama man says. “You can call me Dino, Sawada-kun.”
Tsuna makes a noise that he almost tactfully disguises as a sneeze and buries his nose and blushing cheeks into the carnations.
“Okay...” he stammers, wondering if he should ask Dino to call him by his first name.
Some boys from the baseball team cut in front of him before he can get the first syllable out, and he sighes, dragging himself back home.
Nana’s reaction is predictable. First she admires the flowers, then she exclaims something about “I should put them in the crystal vase your father sent from Italy...” and lastly she hugs Tsuna and promises him that one day he’ll be bringing flowers home to his wife.
It’s embarrassing, really.
For the rest of the week, Tsuna shifts between daydreams of holding hands with Kyoko and asking Dino to call him Tsunayoshi. He’s called on in every class to answer questions and he answers them incorrectly, then puts his head down on his desk and mouths Dino silently to himself until people stop laughing.
And then it’s Monday again.
It feels like a day when he would buy lilies, but when he sees the crowd around the white van, Dino handing out colorful bunches of flowers and his driver in the dark suit staring straight ahead, he decides that it would be better not to involve Dino in his failing attempts to woo a girl he isn’t sure why he likes in the first place.
“Tsu-kun!”
His mother greets him coming out of the house. She has her shopping basket with her and if she remembers that it’s flower day she actually ignores the fact that there isn’t a bunch of some bright arrangement being pushed under her nose.
“I have to go shopping to make a big dinner! Be good while I’m out!”
Tsuna cringes at the light reprimand. Honestly. He’s in middle school.
He pulls of his shoes at the threshold and throws off his Spring school jacket, hoping that there is at least a can of Ponta in the fridge to cheer up his day.
He nearly falls on his face the second he registers what’s in the kitchen, waiting for him. Of course Nana would have to make a big dinner. They have company. And not just any company.
Dino.
“Dino-san!” Tsuna says, gripping the doorframe. He’s embarrassed to admit to himself that yes, he did just sound like a ten-year-old girl.
“Welcome home, Tsuna,” Dino greets.
Tsuna.
If it weren’t for his pride - the dim flame of it that existed - Tsuna’s legs would have given out. His name.
“...Why are you here?” he asks, hoping that he doesn’t sound rude. And realizing that it probably does, he scrambles to the fridge to find something to offer as refreshment. “I’ve come to visit you, of course. And your mother. I thought she must be a very special lady for you to being her flowers every week. But you forgot today.”
The man who drives the flower truck is standing just inside the hallway leading to the bathroom. For some reason, he looks even more intimidating standing quietly in his suit there in the hallway than he does behind the wheel of the truck, and the scenario seems stranger to Tsuna with that feeling.
“...Yeah... I forgot,” he murmurs, setting a glass of chilled green tea in front of Dino.
He finds himself staring at the blue patterns creeping down Dino’s sleeve. Dino notices and smiles, pulls up the fabric so that the whole thing up to his elbow is visible, and then takes Tsuna’s hand in his own.
Tsuna is quite sure he’s blushing and in a moment he’s going to spill out all his weird little doubts about being attracted to Dino, but fortunately Dino stops him with a kiss.
It isn’t perfect. Tsuna knows that later because he doesn’t really remember. There was too much shock, to begin with, for one. No one had ever kissed him before, and he found it difficult to gauge weather or not he liked the feel of someone else’s mouth over his and the mingling of another tongue and breath with his and hands... well. The fact that they had a somewhat audience jolted it, too.
And it isn’t perfect, because when Nana comes back and they’re both sitting close together, Tsuna’s collar loosened and Dino’s hand still holding his, neither of them speaking, the first thing she says is:
“Oh! Tsu-kun! You’ve met your big brother!” completely disregarding Tsuna’s almost robbed virginity. And Tsuna has to yelp like a ten-year-old girl again because... incest???
Of course, she doesn’t mean brother by blood. But when Dino’s done explaining in that calm voice of his, he almost wishes it was incest. That he could put up with. That was relally about as pathetic and embarrassing as it gets, and as far as he was concerned, it would fit the criteria of his life just perfectly. But no.
Dino has to be a mafiz boss.
And to top it off, his mission for the past two years has been keeping an eye on Tsuna, who is also a mafia boss. Or at least, in line to be one.
Namimori in Spring.
by ? // for desumethis
characters/pairings: DinoTsuna
rating: T
warnings: slight AU
wordcount: 1286
summary: Yet another embarrassing moment in Sawada Tsunayoshi’s life. Not only does he have to come terms with the fact that he might be attracted to a man, but there’s also the fact that this man is one Dino Chiaverone, who happens to be a mafia boss. Oh, and so is Tsuna.
notes: I like the idea of Tsuna being watched as he grows up until the right moment for someone to tell him what his role is.
Namimori in Spring is probably the most peaceful place in Japan. That is, if a certain Chairman isn’t rampaging about in an irritable fashion, biting anyone who dares desecrate the name and dignity of his school. But since sakura blossoms often drive him into hiding, it really is.
Sawada Tsunayoshi takes a deep breath of Spring air as soon as he’s out the gates of his school, glancing toward a white truck stationed across the street. It’s already beign swarmed by girls and boys alike. The hanayama man, Tsuna thinks, is that really makes Namimori in Spring so wonderful.
As far back as he could remember his life being one pathetic embarrassment after another - probably somewhere in grade school, though he can’t peg it down just right - there has been the hanayama man. It wasn’t always this man, either. Two years ago the old flower vendor had been replaced with a younger man. Rumor had it he was from some place in Europe. He was tall and broad shouldered, always wearing a white shirt and a light jacket. The left sleeve stopped short of hiding a pattern of blue flames tattooed along his arm. His eyes were friendly, and he spoke Japanese with a soft accent.
Tsuna was embarrassed to realize that he might actually be attracted to the man.
So he crossed the street every Monday in Spring with a 50 yen note, intending to buy a bunch of flowers for Kyoko. Of course, he never worked up the guts to do it and they ended up being handed sheepishly to Nana every week.
“Carnations today, Sawada-kun?” The hanayama man suggests when he sees the scrawny boy standing off to the side, trying not to trip over anything or say anything stupid for fear of being ridiculed by his classmates. Several of the boys are buying flowers for girlfriends, the girls mostly just smell the bouquets and contemplate buying one for a mother or grandmother.
“...Yeah... I guess. Pink ones?” Tsuna shrugs, looking around for Kyoko. Perhaps today he’ll be brave enough. Perhaps next week he won’t be thinking of how much he likes it when the hanayama man says his name.
“There you go,” the blonde foreigner says softly. wrapping a dozen pink ruffled flowers in plastic. “They’re for your mother, right?”
“Yeah... for my mother...” Tsuna replies lamely.
“Dino.”
Tsuna drags himself out of his pathetic vision of his mother’s face when she receives the flowers. “Dino?”
“My name,” the hanayama man says. “You can call me Dino, Sawada-kun.”
Tsuna makes a noise that he almost tactfully disguises as a sneeze and buries his nose and blushing cheeks into the carnations.
“Okay...” he stammers, wondering if he should ask Dino to call him by his first name.
Some boys from the baseball team cut in front of him before he can get the first syllable out, and he sighes, dragging himself back home.
Nana’s reaction is predictable. First she admires the flowers, then she exclaims something about “I should put them in the crystal vase your father sent from Italy...” and lastly she hugs Tsuna and promises him that one day he’ll be bringing flowers home to his wife.
It’s embarrassing, really.
For the rest of the week, Tsuna shifts between daydreams of holding hands with Kyoko and asking Dino to call him Tsunayoshi. He’s called on in every class to answer questions and he answers them incorrectly, then puts his head down on his desk and mouths Dino silently to himself until people stop laughing.
And then it’s Monday again.
It feels like a day when he would buy lilies, but when he sees the crowd around the white van, Dino handing out colorful bunches of flowers and his driver in the dark suit staring straight ahead, he decides that it would be better not to involve Dino in his failing attempts to woo a girl he isn’t sure why he likes in the first place.
“Tsu-kun!”
His mother greets him coming out of the house. She has her shopping basket with her and if she remembers that it’s flower day she actually ignores the fact that there isn’t a bunch of some bright arrangement being pushed under her nose.
“I have to go shopping to make a big dinner! Be good while I’m out!”
Tsuna cringes at the light reprimand. Honestly. He’s in middle school.
He pulls of his shoes at the threshold and throws off his Spring school jacket, hoping that there is at least a can of Ponta in the fridge to cheer up his day.
He nearly falls on his face the second he registers what’s in the kitchen, waiting for him. Of course Nana would have to make a big dinner. They have company. And not just any company.
Dino.
“Dino-san!” Tsuna says, gripping the doorframe. He’s embarrassed to admit to himself that yes, he did just sound like a ten-year-old girl.
“Welcome home, Tsuna,” Dino greets.
Tsuna.
If it weren’t for his pride - the dim flame of it that existed - Tsuna’s legs would have given out. His name.
“...Why are you here?” he asks, hoping that he doesn’t sound rude. And realizing that it probably does, he scrambles to the fridge to find something to offer as refreshment. “I’ve come to visit you, of course. And your mother. I thought she must be a very special lady for you to being her flowers every week. But you forgot today.”
The man who drives the flower truck is standing just inside the hallway leading to the bathroom. For some reason, he looks even more intimidating standing quietly in his suit there in the hallway than he does behind the wheel of the truck, and the scenario seems stranger to Tsuna with that feeling.
“...Yeah... I forgot,” he murmurs, setting a glass of chilled green tea in front of Dino.
He finds himself staring at the blue patterns creeping down Dino’s sleeve. Dino notices and smiles, pulls up the fabric so that the whole thing up to his elbow is visible, and then takes Tsuna’s hand in his own.
Tsuna is quite sure he’s blushing and in a moment he’s going to spill out all his weird little doubts about being attracted to Dino, but fortunately Dino stops him with a kiss.
It isn’t perfect. Tsuna knows that later because he doesn’t really remember. There was too much shock, to begin with, for one. No one had ever kissed him before, and he found it difficult to gauge weather or not he liked the feel of someone else’s mouth over his and the mingling of another tongue and breath with his and hands... well. The fact that they had a somewhat audience jolted it, too.
And it isn’t perfect, because when Nana comes back and they’re both sitting close together, Tsuna’s collar loosened and Dino’s hand still holding his, neither of them speaking, the first thing she says is:
“Oh! Tsu-kun! You’ve met your big brother!” completely disregarding Tsuna’s almost robbed virginity. And Tsuna has to yelp like a ten-year-old girl again because... incest???
Of course, she doesn’t mean brother by blood. But when Dino’s done explaining in that calm voice of his, he almost wishes it was incest. That he could put up with. That was relally about as pathetic and embarrassing as it gets, and as far as he was concerned, it would fit the criteria of his life just perfectly. But no.
Dino has to be a mafiz boss.
And to top it off, his mission for the past two years has been keeping an eye on Tsuna, who is also a mafia boss. Or at least, in line to be one.
Namimori in Spring.