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You cared.

[ cared enough, at least— whether it was some kind of team instinct or . . . well, whatever it was. tsuna would have probably done the same if the tables would turn, but tsuna was tsuna— it was obvious how much he cared for people— people he didn't know, things he didn't know.

he cried for a creature he knew nothing about.

silence comes through and he waits, just a moment before speaking again. a soft intake of air from his nose, and his shoulders fall. ]

That I understand.

[ and with some saddening perception, as to return that darkening seriousness she had proposed to him earlier: ]

I just wanted you to know.

[ there were many things connected— he knew that he wouldn't live if it were to happen a second time. whether vriska was going to be the one to carry that out, well— it was another story. ]

Caring isn't a good enough answer! Groan. I didn't just risk myself for you, you piece of shit. I risked my team. I can't make stupid mistakes like that again! Ugh. This isn't about me in the first place.

[ Vriska scrubs her hands over her face, more and more annoyed by the moment for reasons she can't quite place. ]

So hey, great! Thanks for telling me some useless bullshit that doesn't mean anything until you back it up. That certainly makes me feel much better!

[ Why is she being so cruel to him about this? Normally this is a gesture she'd at least try to appreciate. But it's all so caught up in her own snap decision to guard him bodily. It freaks her out. And she does not, under any circumstances, ever want to be put in a position where the option is even available ever again. ]

[ it's almost as if he's looking at something else as she speaks ( with such . . . sharp words, to boot ), a little bit deeper, as if he could make out blurry images under all that guard she puts up.

she's afraid.

of what, he can't put his finger on— he wasn't a mind reader, or psychic, or anything like that. he was, by blood, related to primo, the first, and primo had a gift— passed down to each line worthy enough to lead the vongola. tsuna was the current, and his hyper intuition flurried with possibly the most similarity to primo than any of the other dozen generations. why that was, well— it showed sometimes. in about ten years, it'd show more than ever. tsuna would grow up to be quite the man.

while insults are thrown every which way, in the end— tsuna finds himself paying little attention to it. he assimilates her emotion, feels it in his own heart— and then, very softly, his lips seem to curve up at its softest, slightest, with compassion that few would expect as his eyes lay over her, understanding to trade for her cruelty. was she afraid of him failing? or why she protected him? of failing herself somehow? of dying? it could be many things. he has a feeling things will go down a fairly unpleasant road if he asked though, or mentioned it— she'd feel invaded. or would think he's being some smug little shit that wants to play sherlock mufasa all of a sudden.

the big question— should he stay or should he go? he wanted to help, but— would he really be of help or just another motive to up the anger meter? ]

—Is there anything I could-?

[ one last try, he says as he emits a giant fucking wave of invisible shoulder grips that whisper console and help. luckily, it's not out loud or else it'd be terribly corny. or embarrassing. or vriska would probably decapitate him right there. for now, he's probably just being weird(ly nice) for someone who just got stomped on like an unwanted welcome mat. ]

[ Except it's not weird. This is Tsuna. He's one of the biggest, squishiest bleeding hearts she's ever met in her long, long life. Of course he'd be this nice to her. She could flay him alive and he'd smile at her before he died, probably. Freak.

His offer still gets her to recoil, and she looks disgusted, unnerved, and deeply offended all at once. After a moment of profound discomfort she frowns severely and looks away from him. ]

No.

[ Flatly. She works this out on her own, or with someone she actually trusts. But not with Tsuna. He has too much he needs to prove to her. ]

Wait, you know what? Actually, there is something you could do for me. Just shape the fuck up. That's all you need to worry about. Got it?

[ and this was where his journey to the top of shape-up mountain truly begins. maybe it already started before, but—

now marked the point of no return. ever since he made that choice. it wouldn't be easy, none of it ever would be— and if it did, maybe people should start to worry. for now, tsuna just nods with carefulness.

this would be a long, long journey. and he would succeed. there were no other options. whether he cracks a little on the way, well— ]

Got it.

[ he had to. tsuna shifts, unwrapping his knees and straightening them, beginning to lift himself up. ]

I— Guess I'll see you later, then?

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