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(The numbers in the flashbacks are standing for your age)

~Flashback – 9 years ~

After your parents died by an attack of unknown men you used to live with Cozart's family, who was your only friend since your earliest childhood. You two became closer than siblings.

The birthday party of Cozart took place in the small circle of his family. His parents were not very rich and could not offer all the luxus to him that he deserved. But Cozart was always happy with how he grew up. He had a salvaged parents' house, great friends and his life outside of the city was quiet and peaceful. He needed nothing more. He had everything he dreamed of.

"Come on, blow out the candles!" , You smiled , holding a strawberry cake, whose icing could measure with Cozarts hair , with 10 candles, in front of the face of the redhead. Cozart smiled and blew out the candles with a strong blow.

„Great! What did you wish for? " You asked him as Cozart smirked before he pulled his cap so that it covered one of his eyes. "I can't say, otherwise it will not come true [Y/n]." the 10-year old boy said, causing you to pout. "But I want to know!" You whined, tugging at Cozarts sleeves , but the young Shimon remained steadfast.

"Cozart, your grandparents have sent their old record player to celebrate. So you have some music." Cozart's father said and the redhead was happy and embraced his father rapturously. "That's great! [Y/n], you have to dance with me! " Cozart squealed and pulled you immediately with his hand in the middle of the small room, where the party was held.

You giggled before you put your free hand on his shoulder. Cozart's parents chuckled and the mother put a disc in the player with pleasant music, while the two children did their little dancing. Cozart pulled you close to him and his breath was on your ear. "Do you still want to know what I wished for?" He asked. You looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Yeah?!"

"I wished that we get married one day...So I can always protect you."

~Flashback End~

"Ooooh Cozart, why do you always bring this story again?" Laughed a 24 year old You who laid comfortable in the arms of a blond man. "Yes Cozart, my old friend. You know that I get jealous everytime." the blonde man chuckled behind you as he kissed behind your ear. Cozart smirked.

Today, the red-haired Shimon boss celebrated his 25th birthday and enjoyed to remember the old times with his friends like with stories about the days before he knew them. "Haha I am aware of that Giotto. But we were just kids back then."The Shimon resisted his urge to laugh and you pouted a little bit, like you did as you were a child.

"But not every child gets a marriage proposal." You giggled. Cozart couldn't take it anymore and held his hand over his mouth before he shook his head laughing.

"Maybe not. But anyway I have no more chances with you anyway. Unless Giotto breaks up with you." Cozart winked and Giotto's mouth went down in a playful way before he put his strong arms protectively around your shoulders and pulled you even closer. "That will never happen. So don't even think you have any chances." He said with a grin as you giggled more and closed your eyes. "You two have not changed at all." You smiled and leaned your head under Giotto's chin.

G, who was sitting there with you the whole time, growled every now and then about the fuss of his three childhood friends as he smoked in silence. He might not show it, but when you didn't look, a small grin graced his features too. He also enjoyed the light-heartedness.

Cozart smiled and closed his eyes. "But you 've changed a lot since you've been a member of the Vongola Family, [Y/n]." , He said, causing you to blink perplexed. "You think so?" You asked incredulously, looking upwards at a grinning Giotto.

"He's right Amore (darling / my love). You've changed. You're pretty impudent and naughty and say what you think. Back then you were formerly quite different."

"HEY! What do you mean I'm impudent and naughty?" You pouted and crossed your arms, as the three men burst into laughter. "Wow, even G is already laughing. Why do you always form a bond against me, eh?" You sweat-dropped and punched your boyfriend lightly on the chest before you took two cupcakes and threw them in the two redheads faces. "Haha, come on now. You changed a lot. Or have you forgotten how we met back then?" Giotto asked with a gentle smile. You giggled before you turned around in his arms and breathed a gentle kiss on his mouth. "How could I?"

~Flashback – 14 years~

"Honey, you've cleaned your room?"

"Yes, Mamma."

"And you took a bath?"

"Of course, Mamma."

"And your friend G?"

"He did too. Although not entirely voluntary." Giotto laughed as he earned a glare from G.

Today, his new best friend Cozart came to visit him and he wanted them to meet someone. Since this person was you, a girl, Giotto's mother was of course quite strict when it came to hygiene and the cleanness of the house.

Her son and also his best friend, who stayed and came at this house as he wanted anyway, should make a decent impression.

"My goodness, why make such a fuss? Cozart brings some chick and not the Empress. This is really exaggerated." G sighed and ran a hand through his red hair. Then he took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Giotto eyed the whole doing before him suspicious. "G, firstly I think it's not good when you smoke already and secondly where did you even get them from?" the blonde teenager asked and G blinked taken aback for a second before he grinned. "Stolen from my old man's pocket when the drunk bastard passed out last night in the hallway."

Giotto sighed and touched his forehead. "G, I beg you, as your best friend. Please show your best behaviour when Cozart and [Y/n] are here." he pleaded and G sighed.

"You know I can't refuse if you beg me. I can't promise anything, but I'll try." the redhead said and Giotto smiled gratefully.

A knock on the door revealed the arrival of the visitors. Giotto's mother called from the kitchen: "Ah honey, can you open the door, please? I am busy right now."

Giotto, who was then already a gentleman, of course, obeyed immediately and rushed to the door with a curious G on the heels. When he saw a smiling, familiar face, Giotto's face softened.

"Cozart! ...Oh? You are alone?"

Cozart blinked perplexed, before he laughed. "No, no." He began, looking over his shoulder. " Do not be shy. They won't bite you."

"Oh, I certainly would never do that. But as for G I would not vouch, howsoever." Giotto chuckled and G grumbled before he gave his best friend a head butt. A faint buzzing noise attracted the attention of the two guys standing before Cozart, before your shy head peered from behind Cozart. Your big [e/c] eyes stared at the two teenagers slightly anxious and your small hands clasped firmly at Cozart's upper arm.

"You have to be [Y/n]." Giotto smiled and held out his arm. You closed your eyes with slightly red cheeks and disappeared completely behind Cozart's back again. Giotto smiled, while G was already annoyed.

"Don't be such a fucking coward, girl." He growled as he yanked you away from Cozart and Giotto could get a proper look you. You wore a [f/c] dress and your [h/l] [h/c] hair was tied together in a brave girly braid. A sun hat was on top of your head, which you brought directly over your eyes in shame to avoid the gaze of the boys.

Giotto smiled and walked up to you after G let go of your arm. He took the hat and revealed your face. "A pretty girl like you should not hide her beauty. Especially not such beautiful eyes." Giotto smiled and you looked up at him before you blushed harder. Your gaze fell on his outstretched hand and in hesitance you placed your hand in his.

Giotto smiled softly, before he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of your hand tenderly. "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, [Y/n]. My name is Giotto." He spoke gently and you thought that you are going to burn in any minute as Giotto's smile was even more charming.

"Hiiii...!" THUD

"[Y/n]?! Hey, hey come on, wake up! Damn it, Giotto! You shouldn't be allowed to ever enter the women's world!" Cozart yelled as he carried your unconscious form into the house and Giotto got a pretty strict preaching from his mother.

~ End Flashback~

After this memory, Cozart stretched and looked at the clock. "It's getting dark. It's the perfect timing to risk a little dance right?" The redhead asked and smiled when he looked in a different corner of the party room. Back then they had to be content with a record player, but today there was a band that played throughout the evening only for the Shimon family. "[Y/n], do you give me the honour to have the first dance? For old times' sake?" Cozart asked with a smile and stretched his arm out towards you, as you rose from your comfortable seat – Giotto's lap.

Giotto was right by your side and took your hand. "Of course you'll dance with me first, right Amore?" He grinned as his breath was on your cheek, causing you to shudder slightly.

You chuckled before you freed yourself from Giotto's arms. "I'm flattered guys , but I think …" You began and walked over to G.

He was in shock, even his cigarette fell from his mouth, as you yanked him from his seat. "G was always so neglected, I think he deserves a dance first." You laughed and G stuttered protests, however, those fell on deaf ears.

Giotto and Cozart fell back to their seats beaten and watched amused how you took the lead with a clumsy G across the room. Cozart saw as Giotto propped a hand under his chin and watched you slightly dreamy. The smile of the Shimon Boss softened.

"Giotto, if it is so good between you two and you love her so much...Why didn't you propose to her yet? It's been 4 years now." He asked. Giotto blinked and looked up at his second best friend. "I do not want her to be drawn into everything even more than she already is." the Vongola Boss sighed and Cozart threw a chocolate biscuit at him. "Hey?!"

"Lazy excuse. Giotto, [Y/n] is your left hand. She can't be drawn more into it all, as she already is. Tell me the truth, what is the real reason?" Cozart persisted, although he already knew the answer deep inside him.