Hibari knew lots of things about Tsuna.

He knew the color of his eyes, a warm, changing caramel color he would never get tired of. His hair was sienna, gravity-defying yet soft, so very soft it seemed it was made for him to pass his fingers through. When he was angry, instead of glaring, he pouted so adorably Hibari wanted to kiss his worries away, but when he was furious, he wore such a calm look, it soothed Hibari's soul and reminded him that his brunette was carnivore in disguise.

He didn't like wearing tight clothes, much to his disappointment, but everything he wore fit him so well Hibari didn't mind; he had a vivid imagination. He didn't like vegetables, but he liked sushi, especially the one his black-haired friend's dad made. He liked all kinds of chocolate and candies, but he always shared them with his little (and older) siblings.

But ever since they had started going out, Hibari had gotten to know a lot more.

He blushed when he stared at him for too long. After they kissed, he'd look at him fondly for a moment before suddenly turning red and looking away. His hair stood still even when it was wet −after he discovered that, he also found out he liked to shower alone. He was a great cook, probably a trait inherited from his mother, and wore a frilly white apron with pink hearts while cooking −something Hibari really enjoyed finding out.

He was really lazy; he liked sleeping a lot, preferably with Hibari. He was shy to caress and touch him, but he did it with delicacy and love when he found the courage. He liked to cuddle, except when it was hot, in the summer. He had a soft spot in his neck that caused a pretty nice effect when kissed.

And he had also met Tsuna's family.

It had been the most traumatic experience of their relationship for the brunet, but Hibari had found easier than he had thought.

Nana was an understanding, cheerful woman who'd have never dared to complain against any of her children's desire, except when it had to do with having candy before lunch.

Lambo was a little sneaky brat who would be bitten to death as soon as he was able to put up a fight, but for now Hibari was happy with locking him up in the closet along with Giotto.

I-Pin and Fuuta were adopted, but at least they weren't as noisy as the other two −Hibari had been the slightest bit shocked when, one day, Fuuta had floated up to the ceiling making the furniture levitate with him and when I-Pin had knocked out a thief that had attempted to sneak into the house while they were having dinner, but he had shrugged it off when he was informed it was considered normal.

The father had been the most reticent to approve of their relationship. At first, he had thought it was a matter of gender, for which he started to dislike him, but when they had the feared 'man-to-man talk', which certainly proved Tsuna was the girl in their relationship, he changed his opinion of him.

Drastically.

"What are your intentions with my son? What are you planning to study? How do you plan to support him and your children in the future? Do you have a steady job at the moment? I won't have my son working himself out because of your negligence. Do you have any criminal records? Have you ever dated someone before?"

Fortunately, Nana had come to his rescue, smiling a devious smile it had made Iemitsu's opinion change suddenly and smile fearfully, giving his wholehearted blessing. Of course, after seeing their display of affection, he ended up approving earnestly.

"No"

Tsuna tilted his head to the side, puzzled by his raven's reaction.

It was Friday; Hibari was finishing his work of the week and setting up his weekend duties, while Tsuna was helping him by feeding him the cake he had made.

Hibari regretted a little snapping at his brunette like that, but he knew if he wasn't firm, Tsuna wouldn't change his mind. That's another thing he had discovered; he could be so stubborn…

"Huh? Why not?" the smaller one whined, placing the plate on the table and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around the raven's neck, and performed his best pout and puppy eyes. "Please don't be mad at me, Hibari-san…" he whispered.

Oh, how manipulative he could be sometimes.

"Because no it's no, Tsunayoshi. We've had this conversation already, so drop it"

He tried to go back to his paperwork, but it was pretty hard with his angel's sad eyes nailed to him, his delicate and thin arms holding Hibari gently, his soft breath tickling his neck, and his shapely thighs set firmly on his lap... okay, focus.

"But it's not fair, Hibari-san! You have already met my parents!"

That's the argument Tsuna used the most. Yes, Hibari already knew formality required them to meet each other's families to win their approval after they had made their relationship formal −and what was more formal than saving your boyfriend from a yakuza group and declaring your undying love for him afterwards?

Then again, when had he cared about formalities?

"Tsunayoshi, stop it"

That sounded a little harsher than he wanted, but Tsunayoshi didn't speak after that. He sat still, looking down for a couple of minutes. But then he smiled that beautiful smile that made everything around him pale and ugly, the smile that tasted like gods to Hibari when he kissed it, the one that made the brunette's eyes shine like liquid caramel under the sunlight.

"I'm sorry, Hibari-san. I understand"

They had been through a lot for the past year. The fact they had confessed to each other in such a dramatic scenario had made them all the more aware of the difficulties they'd have to go through together.

Tsuna had been to the hospital too many times for being taken as a hostage to get to Hibari, he knew the raven had enemies, but he could have never known they hated him so much just for a couple of detentions. Of course all his captors had ended up a lot worse than he had, but more than once the brunette had stopped his raven from taking their lives in the heated anger of the moment.

None of them had realized how popular they were before, either, being so lost into each other they didn't pay mind to anyone else. But now Hibari could see how many herbivores who abused of his caramel-eyed angel were, in fact, intending to gain a little of his attention, how all the looks turned towards him when he smiled, the way they seemed to look at him longingly.

On the other side, Tsuna found out most girls had a celebrity crush on the raven, and some of the boys too. His mysterious aura drew everyone in, intimidating yet attracting at the same time. He had seen girls and boys leaving indirect proves of their affection −love letters, chocolates −but he seemed to shrug them off −Tsuna was a little happy he was the only one who knew the prefect had a sweet tooth: everyone gave him bitter chocolate.

It was a little hard, at first. Tsuna was still unsure, and Hibari was too possessive. But one look into each other's eyes had been enough to remind them both the belonged to no other; that the threads of their hearts were so tangled they couldn't be considered separated anymore.

But there had been other times, when the obstacles between their relationship had been a little more difficult to surpass.

One time, Byakuran, a student from Hijama two years older than them, had the nerve to come to Namimori and confess his love to Tsuna publicly. He had wrapped his arm around the brunette's waist and whispered into his ear, he had given him a rose and a kiss on the cheek. Never in his life had Tsuna seen Hibari so angry, as if a steel-blue fire was burning inside his eyes. The way he had beaten Byakuran had sent shivers down Tsuna's spine, not only because of the fearsome aura he emitted, but also for the loving way he had held him afterwards, as if apologizing for what the white-haired man had done.

For not being able to protect him

Another time, a student from Kokuyo, who had a creepy laughter, had attempted to 'possess Tsuna' by defeating Hibari in a fight. That sneaky man had used his Sakura sickness against him by subtly guiding him to the park, where he had weakened and fainted. It had been Tsuna who had come to his rescue, miraculously defeating Mukuro after an arduous fight and taking him to the hospital. Despite being unconscious, Hibari had felt the brunet's warm tears on his face.

When he snapped out of his daydreaming, Hibari noticed he had finished his paperwork, and Tsuna had fallen asleep on his lap, resting his head on his shoulder.

Hibari wrapped his arms around him and caressed his back in circular motions. Byakuran and Mukuro hadn't given up on his Tsuna yet, his own fans hadn't given up on him, too. Despite all, they were still together and in love.

That's why Hibari felt nervous −not scared, of course −about the brunette meeting his family. They weren't the warm, kind, united family Tsuna supposed they were −in fact, they were the complete opposite. He had grown surrounded by constant fighting, bickering, weapons; living in his house was like a survival test. How could someone like Tsuna, so pure, kind and caring, manage to put up with them? Because they weren't only barbarians; they were so nosy he would have to stand them every day of his life. Hibari couldn't understand how Giotto was able to stay calm them every time he went to his house −which was every day, invited by his mother. Had he found himself in that situation, he would have left Alaude without a second thought.

Just like Tsuna would leave him.

In the year and two months they had been together, Tsuna had learned a lot about Hibari.

Of course, he knew of things like his tastes; he liked vanilla and raspberry ice-cream for dessert, after having a cheeseburger, and having a nap afterwards, preferably with Tsuna in his arms. He knew he hated paperwork and cleaning, things the brunette did for him just to feel he had lifted at least a small weight off his shoulders, just to see that thankful smile. He liked to kiss long and slow, something he didn't complain about, and had the habit of walking on him when he was wearing few articles of clothing, something he complained about.

But those weren't the things Tsuna valued the most.

The thing the treasured the most, his greatest pride, was that he had learned to read the raven like an open book. It had taken him time, yes, and he had a lot of help of his privileged intuition, but he could see now all the things he had missed at the beginning.

Hibari looked at him fondly every time their eyes met; it didn't show with a smile or sweet words, but simply the aura he emitted. When he wrapped his arms around him, he did it with so much delicacy Tsuna felt like the most prized treasure in the world. He enjoyed every second they were together; Tsuna knew by the light his eyes seemed to shine with. Every word of love would have sounded cold and lifeless to any outsider, but Tsuna knew how to read the signals; his tone, the gentleness in the other's eyes, he could see it so clearly he realized it was almost cheesy. But he knew Hibari was a cheesy person.

He had learned a lot about Hibari, he had learned the things that really mattered. But Hibari didn't have a hyper intuition, so reading the signals Tsuna emitted, as obvious as they were, was little harder for him.

There was where Tsuna's concerns resided.

It didn't matter how many times he said it, how openly he expressed his feelings, how tender and loving he was, it seemed his every show of affection crashed into a wall of obliviousness. Could he blame his raven for being so hard-headed? That was, in fact, something he loved about him, for some reason –how could you love someone so much you come to love his flaws too?

Hibari wasn't good with feelings, so Tsuna understood he couldn't tell the difference between a longing gaze and a stare. That's why he understood his reticence to meet his family; he wanted to be sure Tsuna would never leave him, no matter how his parents were.

And until he realized Tsuna was his forever, he would wait.