When he was young, he remembers being full of energy. A 'handful' his mother used to call him, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't stay still in one place for long. He couldn't just concentrate on one thing. It was always two, three and even four things he needed to do at the same time; less wouldn't be able to distract him from how loud everything was and still is. He would look at one person and know just by the state of their clothes what had they done previously if they had kids or pets.

"How?" his mother would ask. He could read in the honest confusion of her eyes and the line of her shoulders that she didn't understand. Couldn't. He knew the neighbor two doors next took care of children from a high-class family by the polished shoes she wore, just enough to be comfortable when running from place to place; the clothes she dressed, sharp but modest; her bag, wide enough for toys and snacks; and the patient, comfortable way she was around children. Everything was there for all to see.

But he was still a kid, a poor one who didn't know how to read or any fancy words that could help him, so he could only look at his mother with a perplexed look back because how could she not see?

"You're very sharp and that's good," she said, kneeling in front of him when he explained his deductions. "But you also need to be clever. And wise."

He didn't understand those words and when her mother explained them to him, he got a better grasp of their meaning but not enough. Probably understanding his plight, she nodded and then he felt his world shift a bit, in the way it does when something important is going to happen, when she added, "Sharp is what you know now and clever would be getting to know her for her connections."

"And wise?"

She smiled a keen smile then, the ones which at that time were not as frequent as he would have liked. "Wise would be learning from her. She may not be a teacher but the ones in her kind of profession always know how to teach the important things."

He was a kid born in Italy with an English woman as mother, who never learned how to write Italian even if she talked perfectly. He grew up doing small jobs because he liked to learn new things and the extra money was always welcomed, even if he had to put up the good kid act in front of old ladies just to get books in how to learn Italian.

When he was able to read, he went off to libraries as playing with other kids didn't appeal him.

Everything was so loud and chaotic still. His mind always too overwhelmed without something to take his concentration away, especially around people.

Her mother got even sicker when he was fourteen in August when the sun was high and walking through the streets was akin to Hell. That same year he sold drugs for quick cash and a month later he got the chance to try some of the product. He knew the consequences, but he was also the kind of person compelled by curiosity. To always try everything at least once. He still is, just wary too.

He doesn't remember much of the circumstances, but even after years passed, he still remembers the clarity that surrounded his mind. How everything became quiet. His heavy breathing and heartbeat were the only things loud, but it was a nice loud and not the kind that drills into one's brain, always pouring information and processing thoughts, sometimes too fast for him to completely understand.

He remembers crying afterward when the noise came back and the next day he stopped working there, running away from the temptation, repeating the words 'be clever, be wise' like a mantra.

Perhaps it was good it happened. Not only because the ambient wasn't the best and he knew even then that had he stayed longer he wouldn't have been able to pull out, but because her mother got hospitalized a couple of weeks after.

Not that getting into fights every morning for small jobs was good, but at least he could still borrow books from the library on afternoons and sit next to her mother's bed for a couple of hours before returning to the church he slept in. Besides, he loved fighting. The adrenaline made him focus. Made his breathing and heartbeat louder than the noise in his head.

It wasn't a good life, borderline illegal in some things, but considering where he lived, it was decent.

Then someone stabbed him, and he learned about flames.

And, well, no one who knows about flames is free from the mafia. However, in those days when he was still ignorant about that world, he took the yellow flames licking his stomach and healing the wound as a blessing. He was glad he understood things quickly because it only took him a couple of times to manifest them again because of it. Then he experimented and realized with every cut he made on his hand that he could heal.

The flames trigger the cells that heal his body, his young mind thought. And with only a couple of anatomy, medicinal and even some fantasy books recorded in his brain, he believed himself smart enough to understand how they worked. He even tried it with a couple of animals—and it worked.

I can heal mom, was the only thing in his mind. That week he seemingly forgot the 'be clever, be wise' words he repeated every morning with his mind as busy as it was.

Then he visited her mother and when she was sleeping, he focused on upgrading her immunology system which was weak. And it worked; he could see her mother improving. But it didn't last. What he thought he fixed was killing her after healing whatever was wrong with her first.

He gave his mother cancer.

A couple of days later she died. A week after that, the mafia found him.

The loudness followed trailing behind him like a lost puppy, never leaving but with time he reigned it in. Controlling the loud thoughts with force of will for years.

Or at least until he bonded and the flame drunkness left him, the second set of emotions his mind didn't know how to process appeared.

Opening his eyes, he felt those muted emotions. Muted most likely because the person who belonged them was asleep next to him. He still annalized every one of them and realized with sudden clarity that they were sharper than his own set of emotions—more real.

Were his own emotions the ones that were dull or Tsuna's were stronger? He didn't know and was slightly afraid of knowing the answer.

He needed space.

.

,

Fong wakes up as soon as he senses Reborn moving in a way that suggests he's getting ready to stand up. He doesn't open his eyes until a second passes. He sees him sitting up on the bed, detangling his arm from Tsuna's grip with great care. The little Sky is not a heavy sleeper, or so he says, but it seems their presence is enough to make him lower his barriers and settle into a deep sleep.

With Tsuna facing him, Fong can see the cute frown that forms when his fingers tentatively curl, seeking for the arm he seconds ago used as a Teddy bear.

With a great force of will, he briefly tears his gaze away from such a beautiful sight to see Reborn's sculpted back as he undresses. He only appreciates the view for a second. Tsuna's small smile is a better sight.

Not that he gets to appreciate it for long. A whisper makes him turn his head slightly around.

"Huh. Look what that Mist left for us," Reborn says, pointing at a small plastic bottle between his fingers. Is that...

"Yep. Is lubricant. Damn, wish I had seen this yesterday," he ends up musing.

He doesn't want to ask. It was enough to see Tsuna's naked body covered with bite marks, yesterday.

"Where are you going?" Fong asks softly.

"I want a smoke. Tsuna doesn't like the smell, so."

Fong huffs softly, not believing it. He glances at the Hitman, his usual calm face turning teasing, "You want to give us some time alone, don't you?"

The Hitman scowls at him, though doesn't deny it, Fong knows it's not that. "If I'm here when you try to harmonize with him..." he trails off. Is not a threat, simply a fact.

… It seems harmonization has made him more possessive than usual. And prickly. There's an anxious air about him. One that worries him. One that makes him more human than his usual serious demenour.

It's kind of sweet.

He gives the man a real smile and is unsurprised when Reborn leans down to whisper in his ear. "If you fuck him, I'll kill you."

He rolls his eyes. "I don't fuck."

"You better."

He leans back a bit until they can lock gazes. Fong impassively stares back with his smile in place, waiting for the other to find whatever he needs in his gaze. Not that he cares, but, well… Reborn is being as nice as he can, better throw him a bone.

A finger goes near to his face before it starts trailing his jaw.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Just thinking." Reborn leans closer until their noses touch. "Between us, I wouldn't be against a threesome."

And then he stands up and starts leaving, not even giving him a chance to answer. He watches his back as he opens the door. It's not until the door closes shut that he murmurs, amused, "I wouldn't be against it either."

"Please, no. Somethin' tells me it would turn into a competition with me in the middle."

Fong turns, not surprised to see the small Sky yawning cutely, throwing a worried glance to the hitman. He looks slightly hurt but he doesn't know why. He smiles the smile he only uses for Tsuna to reassure him. Tsuna answers back with one of his own before giving him a brief kiss on the lips.

That does surprise him. Not that he's going to see the gift horse in the mouth. So with, care he answers the kiss and lets Tsuna burry deeper into him. His flames gently seek him out and he's glad when his Sky answers back, prodding at his flames. They spend long minutes like that, their flames hovering around each other, not quite touching.

Then Fong moves until he's hovering above the no longer sleepy Tsuna and touches his flames for the first time, not quite harmonizing. Tsuna lets out a sof breath and then he's kissing him again, pulling him close, gripping the fabric of the onesie he's wearing in his fists like he's planning to never let go.

Fong hopes Tsuna never let's go.

He's pliant above Tsuna, letting his little Sky explore his mouth, with tongue and little bites, his soft breathy moans tickling Fong's cheek as the Storm presses their flames closer.

He knows that with how long they've known each other, it should be fast, just a click of two puzzles piecing together, but he doesn't want that. He wants to drag it out, wants to enjoy what would be the time he clicks in place with his Home. His Tsuna.

He doesn't want to just feel it—he wants to see it.

His Flames burn the onesie where they're forming in his arms as he touches the back of Tsuna's head, with only enough intensity for Tsuna to feel it.

Tsuna stops kissing him to move his head to the side to sigh softly, his own flames coming outside his body to meet Fong's own. They form a crown around his head, lighting up his face in an astounding orange shade.

"So beautiful," he murmurs against Tsuna's neck. He bites the small bite mark already there, making it bigger and his. "And mine."

It doesn't seem Tsuna can take it anymore as with hiss of impatience, he lets out his Flames completely, Fong answering in kind as their flames turn their clothes and part of the mattress into ashes.

Tsuna looks at the destruction they've caused and laughs a sweet laugh. A second later, Fong is accompanying him, a little flame drunk himself.

He probably needs to rest a couple of minutes longer on what's left of the bed. At least until he stops grinning like a fool.

He presses Tsuna against his chest with a loving smile, relishing in the connection between them, happiness filling his being. Tsuna himself is distracted by the dragon tattoo close to his cheek on Fong's chest, not the first time he's seen it but it's the first time he touches it. Has he told him the story behind it, or does he know already?

Fong doesn't get too much time to ponder about it because in the next second Tsuna is changing their positions sitting on his lap, taking out the remains of his clothes with an amused glance, his eyes almost glowing with their intensity. Fong gets a moment to appreciate his lithe body and the slightly hard member in his sight before Tsuna trails his fingers along his chest and stomach, seemingly entranced by the way he shivers lightly.

Then, Tsuna's free hand goes to the bite on his neck before wincing at the touch. "You made it bigger."

It's not an accusation, merely stating the obvious.

"I did."

"… Are you jealous?"

Probably is because of being Flame-drunk, but it never occurs him to lie at this moment, not when he can feel all that makes Tsuna so intimately. "I am."

Tsuna's eyes half closed as he touches another bite mark, this one on his side made by Reborn. "Do you want to make them all bigger? Make them yours, too?"

His mouth is suddenly dry as Tsuna moves his lower body a little backward until his dick is touching Tsuna's pretty ass. Fong's hands go to his sides, to stop his Sky or himself, he doesn't know.

"I'm not Renato, Tsuna. I don't fuck."

Tsuna licks his lips, his eyes flickering to the small bottle of lube, before they go down, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I don't want to just fuck, either," he says quietly, his hand lightly touching his chest, a small but beautiful smile on his face. "Yesterday was amazing, I won't deny that, but…But I want intimacy. Besides, I've been told making love is something different. I want to experience that."

His words at the end are nothing but a murmur, but Fong hears them, nonetheless.

"Do you love me, Tsunayoshi?"

Tsuna gives him a look that's part exasperated; part embarrassed. "Of course, I do. I love you."

Ignoring the way his chest flutters at the words, he sits up, making sure not to dislodge Tsuna from his lap. "I love you, too. Romantically."

Tsuna bites his lips, his face growing redder, but his gaze never wavering from his eyes. He slowly wraps his arms around Fong, his breathing slightly heavier than before.

"I only had a crush in my whole life, so I'm not very experienced in this type of love, but… I would like to discover it."

"With all of us?"

"I—I don't know if with all of you, but…"

Fong is a little unsure as he asks, "With me?"

Tsuna nods silently. Then probably sensing his lack of confidence at the moment, a thing he only shows because it's Tsuna the one he's lowering his walls to, his little Sky kisses him tenderly. For the first time in so long, he's not the raging storm that continuously tries to appease his Flames to not destroy everything in its way, but only Fong, the man.

Not a weapon.

So he answers the kiss with all the passion he can muster, his right hand trailing a path from Tsuna's shoulders to his spine before finally settling it on his leg. Tsuna moves a little forward, lifting his ass slightly.

"I'm still loose from yesterday," Tsuna admits between kisses and Fong growls lowly as he bites onto another previous bite mark. Tsuna hisses but when Fong licks the wound, he sighs.

"I'll worship you," he promises as he moves them until Tsuna's back is resting against the bed and he's above him.

Tsuna gives him a cheeky grin as he says, "Ruin me."

Fong can't help but answer with his own anticipatory grin.

He said to Reborn he doesn't fuck, but he never said anything about making love, didn't he?

.

.

Tsuna walks around one of the gardens of the Iron Fort. He would have sat but his ass is a bit too sore for him to do that. It's a good type of sore, he admits, but it still aches. Still, he thinks as he presses a hand above his chest where he can feel the lingering sensation of his bonds with Verde, Renato, and Fong. I wouldn't change anything.

All because of a beautiful loving smile.

"You're glowing," a feminine voice says behind him. He turns around and is startled to see Ottava and Luce standing behind him, a bodyguard behind both.

"Hello?" he says, confused before he repeats Ottava's words inside his head. He then blushes and looks down, not too fast as to not notice the brief flash of jealousy in Luce's eyes. "Uh—what are you doing here?"

It may sound rude, but he's honestly confused. He selected these gardens from the other ones exactly because of how isolated they were. Not that he doesn't want to be with to his Elements, but he needs some time alone after what happened. He doesn't want his face to scream: 'Just had sex'. Which was the first thing Daemon told him when he knocked on the door after an hour of cuddling with Fong.

"Erase that weird expression of your face. It's unbecoming."

He doesn't know what expression he's talking about and doesn't want to look at it in the mirror. Considering the day he's had, he has a good guess of what his face looks like.

Still, he feels a bit unsettled

Is not Renato's wishes what gave him that way as he kind of expected something like this from the man. It's Fong's confession the one that has him all weird, randomly smiling and frowning. He could feel their emotions through their bond and while he saw awe, adoration and indeed love after he had sex with Renato, accompanied with a good hint of lust; when Fong confessed, it was something not as steady. There's a difference in his Element's emotions. Renato and Verde are alike in the sense they're more linear in their feelings, probably something to do with how pragmatic they appear to be—they're steady. Instead, Fong is more emotional, hiding behind a mask of calm. It was this that made his emotions feel more real in its wavering range. He felt Fong's need to belong and his passion and above that, the deep, deep love he felt for him that made the crush he had on Kyoko seem like a drop of water next to the ocean.

And that loving smile Fong gave him after harmonizing, so unlike any others he's seen. It made him yearn for a deeper connection between them—it made him bolder. He wanted to feel that love only a few people have given to him unconditionally. And while he could feel it through their bond, he wanted to show it in a physical way. And while kissing is nice, he wanted more. He wanted him to kiss his body, to mark it as Renato had done. He wanted a show of his love. And while Tsuna doesn't understand the reasons behind it, the why, he still received what he wanted. And, he thinks, maybe now he understands more of what he's feeling.

Renato is like an anchor, a rock for him to steady himself should he ever stumble. What has he done to—

He shakes his head and concentrates in the women in front of him, who are looking at him with amused expressions.

"I'm sorry if I'm a little distracted. I—"

"No, no. No need to explain, Tsunayoshi. I understand." She laughs in genuine joy. "Actually, I probably should say congratulations."

He doesn't like where this is going. "Wh—What do you mean, Ottava?"

"Harmonizing with two of your Elements, of course."

"Do I want to ask how you know…?"

She gives him an apologetic look. "It's not hard to notice when two powerful Flames bond when you have good control of your flames."

"Oh my God!" Tsuna covers half of his face with his hand. Then something occurs him and he can't help but ask, exasperated, "Does anyone else also know I had sex with them?"

She at least has the decency of looking contrite. "The maids talk."

Tsuna groans because he remembers how wet the mattress was when he finished with Renato because of the sweat and other liquids. It was so clean when they went to sleep that he preferred to not see the gif on a horse's mouth, but now that he thinks about it, the maids must have come in when he was taking a shower.

And let's not talk about how he left the bed half-burned after Fong finished with him.

He's never been so embarrassed in his whole life.

"I'm so sorry."

Ottava laughs. "No need to be, Tsunayoshi. You should be proud of having a strong and devoted Family."

Tsuna groans but it's mostly for show. He's smiling at the memory of his bonded Elements.

Shaking his head once again to not let it go to another tangent, before looking at the two Skies before him. "Thank you for letting me know, but, um, there's a reason as to why you've searched for me?"

Daniela smiles before looking at the so far silent Sky standing next to her. Luce's smile doesn't reach her eyes as she says. "I wanted to let you know we would be going soon to Milano. I wanted you to have some time to get ready."

"And I wanted to say goodbye to you."

"Oh."

"Oh indeed. Knowing you, you would forget about it and then I'd have to scold you next time we see each other."

Tsuna scratches the back of his nape but doesn't deny anything. He then bows lightly to Daniela. "Thank you for taking care of me this whole time."

"So Japanese," she huffs around a soft smile. Then she approaches him and kisses him on both of his cheeks, the Italian way. Tsuna reddens, but only slightly. After all, he's been in this country for so long and is already used with some customs. "Let's go back in."

They all go back to the castle, making light conversation, making sure to not touch certain topics. It's nice as both ask him things about Japan, curious about his culture, and Tsuna asks about their jobs and the differences between their Famiglie.

Ottava then leaves him alone with Luce which he wants to give her a betrayed look for but he knows it'll be too impolite and Tsuna is anything but impolite. Instead, he gives Luce a nod he intends it as a farewell, but Luce doesn't understand or, most likely, ignores, as she continues to follow him

Seeing his distress, she smiles sadly. "What must you think of me, to be as uncomfortable in my presence as you are."

Feeling guilty, he's quick to reassure, "Is not that! I mean, there's some awkward story between us and… well, I don't like feeling awkward."

Most of his school life passed with him feeling like that, after all.

"Yes and I apologize." At seeing his confusion, she elaborates, "I apologize for not making you feel welcome, for antagonizing you, as slight as it may have been. I'm mature enough to recognize I was being childish."

Oh.

"You don't have to apologize, I underst—well, no. That's a lie. I don't understand how it must feel to have lived a sure life, with a sure future and then I come to ruin it all. You must feel…"

He trails off, not sure of the word in Italian, not sure if he could even apply a word for the emotions she is feeling. It doesn't feel right.

She still looks expectantly, giving him time to search for the word. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Nothing, sorry."

"No, no. Please, speak."

She's looking sadly at him, slight wetness in her eyes he doesn't know how to explain. Tsuna stops walking to turn around to get a better look at her.

He shakes his head. "I've spent most of my life just drifting, following a routine. I didn't have a perfect future I aspired to. I just… went along with my life. It wasn't until I started gaining friends that I realized I was surviving so far, not really living. So yeah, I don't really know how you feel. But, I can guess, because I started seeing a future with my friends and now-now, well, now I can't even say goodbye. And it hurt, feeling so lost hurt so much.

"I'm sorry I took your future away from you." He laughs humorlessly. "What must you feel, having to interact with me. I probably have an accurate guess considering I've to interact with Kawahira-san, but. It's different. I chose this path, I can't complain—I can't."

She hushes me, her small hands, smooth but hiding a strength he can only imagine, touch his face. Thumbs brush under his eyes, making him realize he's let a couple of tears escape him. He looks up and sees her lips trembling, pressing tight against each other. She shakes her head once, twice, before inhaling softly, her eyes shut tight.

"You can complain. Don't let anyone tell you that. You didn't know everything before jumping, didn't you?"

Tsuna remembers the slight hesitation he felt before jumping through that portal Kawahira-san opened. How his intuition told him to say goodbye, but he couldn't as it would have felt too permanent, too real.

Instead of answering, he laughs wetly and says, "What a mess we are."

Luce nods but doesn't say anything.

They continue walking, in comfortable silence this time, both taking the time to pick each other up.

When they are finally by the door, they can't help but steal a glance at each other at the same time. For some reason that makes them laugh.

"Do you want to go inside?" he asks when he's done, hand grabbing the handle of the door.

Some of the mirth from before bleeds off her expression. She sighs and shakes her head. "I don't think it would be wise."

Tsuna gives him a curious look as he opens the door. Curious look that instantly disappears as soon as he sees Fong sitting on the couch, listening to some music on his phone, a cup of tea on his hands. He gives a glance to Luce, an understanding smile in place. "So, see you later?"

"In two hours, actually. That was why I was searching for you. Today we part and you need to pack your things. Ottava will lend us some cars that will take us to the train."

"Oh. Okay."

He gives her a slight bow before they part ways, Luce with a sad smile and Tsuna feeling once again slightly awkward. He turns around and his sight meets the broad chest of Fong. He looks up and sees him studying him carefully.

"You've been crying."

He cried for a minute; it shouldn't be noticeable. Not that it surprises him that Fong notices. So he instead gives him a fond look. Luckily, unlike Renato, Fong doesn't pry. Because of that, Tsuna gives him a light kiss before stepping in, sitting on the couch next to the spot Fong was just a couple seconds ago. When Fong sits, Tsuna chooses that moment to decompress, just relaxing as he listens to the song.

"I like this kind of Italian songs," Tsuna says out of nowhere, lounging at Fong's side with the type of laziness that would make a cat proud. He's not tired but his eyes are half closed as he enjoys the soft perfume of the tea Fong's drinking.

After a second too long he receives a hum for an answer. Obviously, Fong is also halfway there. Most likely already starting to meditate.

"The singer has this deep voice. Or not deep." He sighs softly onto Fong's arm when he hears the clink of the cup meets the wood of the table. "I don't know how to call it. But it seems to be common here. I like it."

A surprised chuckle escapes Fong. He's clearly amused and doesn't care to smoother it. He turns his head towards him, burying his nose on his hair to continue laughing quietly. Tsuna doesn't understand the reason so he tries to head-butt him in mock annoyance.

"Hey. Is not nice to…"

He trails off at the fond look he finds on Fong's face, it's so like that loving smile of the morning. It heats his cheeks up, but he's still curious at the reason of the amusement. "It's not nice to laugh at someone, so why did you do it?" he finishes with what he hopes is a strong voice but knows it's barely more than an exhale.

"I'm sorry. You're just too cute," he says with that soft laugh of his. A hand comes to cradle the side of his face, a thumb brushing his jaw while his other fingers curl to the back of his neck. "And you're mine."

Tsuna swallows, leaning onto the touch. His face feels on fire as his eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, his own hand moving to rest on his shoulder. He leans in until their lips brush but he's still curious so he stops.

"You still haven't answered me."

Fong's gaze almost burns with the heat inside them. He smirks in a way he has just seen a couple of times. Usually, that gaze is also accompanied with a proud 'I'm yours' which is even more embarrassing, so he quickly leaves a chaste kiss to stop the words from forming. Fong clearly knows what he's doing but he's nice enough to not point it out, though he'll still kiss him silly anyways.

He pushes him gently away and readies himself to huff his name in an annoyed fashion when a hand burying itself on his hair stops him. It tilts his head up and while he's not afraid thanks to his intuition, the kiss still surprises him. He knows that taste of coffee so he doesn't protest that much when Renato licks the roof of his mouth while his fingers tug his hair into his favorite position.

Fong pushes Renato away rather brusquely though he still manages to finish with a soft bite on his lower lip in a way that's too sensual to have been really pushed away.

Tsuna blinks and tries to not bring his fingers to his lips.

"You both were taking too long."

"What?"

"You wanted a kiss like that one, so I gave you one."

He shakes his head, slightly blushing. It doesn't matter. "Today, why did you leave early?" When the Hitman opens his mouth to answer, Tsuna speaks, "And don't tell me it was because you wanted to give Fong and I some space. It's not the truth, I know."

Renato purses his lips in a not quite pout. "He promised to not fuck you." Glaring at Fong he mutters, "You bastard."

"I didn't fuck him," Fong says, which is not quite true. Fong wanted to prepare him himself, yes, and at the start, they mostly did everything but penetration, which satisfied their need for intimacy as it felt more personal as they continued talking and laughing all while kissing and touching. However, when Fong made him come with his mouth, Tsuna couldn't help but jump him. So, really. They didn't fuck, Tsuna just rode him.

"That blush doesn't help the matter, you know."

Tsuna pouts. "Don't change the subject. Why did you leave?"

"I'm changing the subject, aren't I?" he murmurs but when he sees Tsuna's look, he motions him to sit on the other couch across from the one he's currently sitting. Tsuna follows the motion because he wants to give Renato the illusion of privacy he wants. Which seems to consist in Tsuna sitting on his lap, because Renato wants him really close. Usually, he wouldn't obey, but this close, he can see clearly Renato's face and read him better. So with only slight grumbling, he complies.

Fong politely goes to the bedroom section of the mini apartment Ottava gave him, saying he's going to pack his stuff.

Renato gives him a kiss on the cheek to grab his attention back, before resting their foreheads together.

"So?" Tsuna asks when a couple of long seconds have passed.

He can feel Renato's frown at him though, in the end, he sighs. "I was just… overwhelmed."

Tsuna's fingers play with the small hairs in the back of his neck as he hums. "Well, I did think it weird how you seemed fine immediately after, but I guess it was because you were flame drunk."

Renato raises an eyebrow. "You expected me to freak out?"

"Kind of? I mean, we share headspace when we harmonize. I couldn't process it all because you were, uh,"

"Fucking you?"

"Yeah," he says in a small voice, acutely aware of how close their crotches are. He still aches a little because riding Fong was hell for his legs, but he kind of wishes he doesn't have so little time to pack and more time with his Elements.

He shakes his head. "Anyways, I could 'see' some vague…things. And feel some emotions. Your flames reminded me a bit of Dimtr, actually. His thoughts were also quick and loud, but while his way of thinking seemed encrypted yours are just so complicated in the details you seem to…observe."

Renato gives him a wry grin. It's not a negative expression, but it can be the beginning of one, his intuition tells him, so Tsuna kisses the top of his nose to change it. It works as he's scrunching it instead. It's kind of funny and he can't help but laugh quietly.

He presses their foreheads together again, so hard it almost hurts. He looks at him in the eyes, wanting to erase whatever self-doubt there may exist. "I love you, you know."

Renato blinks twice, surprised. Before he laughs, loudly. "You think I was feeling insecure? Tsuna, the harmonization is two-way. Your emotions were overwhelming me as they were chaotic. I'm not having second thoughts."

Tsuna feels his whole face take a whole new shade of red. He wants to stand up, but hands encircle him, stopping him. A face is pressed against his neck as Renato continues to laugh. Tsuna struggles hard but Renato is stronger.

"Shut up! Stop!" he hisses, feeling his eyes tear up of the embarrassment. He tries to push him away, but Renato grabs his hands, kissing them and his arms before reaching his face. "You're too much. I can't."

He pushes his back against the couch and whispers how beautiful he is and how perfect, but Tsuna is still mad. So mad.

"Do you love me?" he whispers with a wide grin. Tsuna looks away, but Renato grabs none too gently his chin. Tsuna glares at him and sees the playfulness in his eyes, the fondness. He nods slowly, resignedly, expecting more teasing. But none comes forth.

Renato then quickly takes off his fedora and puts it on top of his face. It was quick but Tsuna is pretty sure he saw a hint of blush on his face. He throws the fedora away and immediately there are lips on his mouth. The kiss unlike the ones from yesterday is not sensual or leading but sloppy and nice.

Every time they stop for breath Tsuna whispers more I love you's against his lips, which makes the kiss sloppier.

Soon they're laughing on the couch sprawled against each other.

"Having fun?"

Renato doesn't look up but Tsuna does. He takes a hand out and motions Fong to come forward. Fong smiles and leans to kiss his hand but doesn't approach. "I think I'll just l—"

Whatever he was trying to say, Renato doesn't let him finish. He grabs the front of his clothes and pulls him towards them. Tsuna lets out an 'oof' because he's under two weights, but soon he doesn't care and laughs instead.

It's a good day.

...So yeah. It's been a while. I'll not bother with excuses, just know that now that I'm on my holidays I should have more time to write, but I don't promise anything, so.

Next chapter is the mission. I'm finally doing it! I can't procrastinate with more fluff (sadface). I've already the scene that will make you laugh out loud, so wait for it!

Remember that comments always motivate me to write! They're my muse~

(Talking about muse. Guess who's going to Muse's concert next month? Yep, me! :D

I'm so happy.)

Now, question. I'm the type who likes all type of fics, especially crossovers because I can learn more about new fandoms (I got into the nasuverse and bnha fandom thanks to fics). Knowing that, are there any fics you would like to recommend me?

It doesn't have to be popular, it can even be yours. AO3, Ffnet, spacebattles, Spanish, Italian or English, share your fave fics with me!