Hey there! I'm still alive. Somewhat. Super busy and all that and yeah I bet you've heard it all before. But. That's real life no?

I really want to update the main Adoption story, but I realised that some of my plans needed more refining before I could actually dive ahead. So...uh. This is't a promise to update soon or anything, but I'm working on it, kay?

Anyway, I dug this up from...a dusty notebook I was going through for old inspiration. I have like 30 of those hahaha. They're filled with random ideas and just phrases I get struck by. I always get ideas when I go through them. :D But this one was a continuation on the Yamamoto gay thingy. A few years ago, Kyoya was NOT so cool with the idea of homosexuality. Just not the way you'd think lol. Enjoy!

"Izumi," Kyoya hissed as he ran into the house. He kicked off his shoes and socks, footsteps thundering on the wooden boards as he scrambled to the kitchen. Sure enough, his guardian was there, gingerly testing her soup and looking like one of those housewife ads in a demure light grey yukata under a maroon apron.

But that wasn't relevant at the moment.

Fidgeting a little with his schoolbag in hand, he hissed again, "Izumi!"

"What did you do?" she asked without a blink. Putting the ladle aside and wiping her hands clean, she turned, "And who caught you?"

"It's not like that," he insisted, a little miffed that she would doubt his ability, "I need to know more about relationships."

There was an awkward moment when the self-professed 'grown-ass single mom and housework ninja' tripped over nothing and nearly brained herself against the cupboard, all signs of grace vanishing like smoke in the wind. She looked up from where she was twisted about, clutching the edge of the counter, and gave her son a glare that did more hissing than he had done the past few minutes.

He looked sheepish but continued twisting his uniform jacket in his fingers.

"I thought I gave you the Talk and the TALK already!" She snapped as she regained her balance, "And I clearly remember telling you to take notes so that I didn't have to go through anything again!"

"It's not about that," he growled, face flushing at the memory and the notes he had stashed together with the texts she'd recommended in the false bottom of his closet. He wrung his fingers, giving his sister a heart attack at how expressive he was being, and ground out the rest of the story, "Someone confessed to me again. It was male."

Izumi blinked. She tilted her head to the side as he squirmed. She hemmed and hawed thoughtfully until he was tempted to escape into his room. Or out the house. Maybe head to Tokyo for a night or two so that she wouldn't be able to force a confrontation immediately. Shin wasn't in Tokyo at the moment and he was the only one who was unafraid to sell him out.

"Oh," his guardian blinked, scratching her head as if solving a puzzle. "Hmmm…Soup's done. Food's done. Go set the table and scoop the rice."

He was patting down a bowl of rice before he realised that his body had automatically obeyed her order. He scooped Izumi's as well, mulling over the new realisation, and settled down at the table to wait for her.

She took all of five minutes before she came over, and then they relaxed as routine took over. There was silence for a while, but then Izumi snorted.

He froze.

"It's not funny," he hissed, wishing he could bury his face in his rice bowl. He stabbed moodily at his fish, wondering if he could get the disciplinary committee to cover up the death of a student.

"My boy is so po-pu-lar~" Izumi sang, chortling and waving her chopsticks about. She was greatly amused. Too amused. It was bad-for-his-health amused.

He gritted his teeth. Honestly, he had no idea what was going through these peoples' minds. He hated crowding, he thought he'd made it perfectly clear! And still there were students who approached him, telling him they admired his personality or his strength or…he was getting rather nauseated at the memories. There had to be something wrong with their heads.

But that wasn't the problem at the moment.

"Kyoya," Izumi finally deigned to answer his dilemma, "You're a very handsome boy. You're powerful, physically strong and taller than average. That's right up there on the attractiveness scale. Whether they're male or female, the reasons are more or less the same. Also, I'm pretty sure the guy who confessed was the dainty type, right?"

He would admit that he was rather shocked at the accuracy of her conclusion, "…yes."

"Well, you're only still in elementary school. So the types who usually go for your type would be the Ukes. But he must be pretty brave to actually admit liking boys, so I'm guessing he's kind of flamboyant."

"…yes."

"…Well, if you're asking about my opinion or acceptance, I'm not particularly against homosexuality or anything. I think it's natural," she continued, waving her chopsticks, "or what passes for natural these days. But the rules remain the same: if you don't want to, you don't have to. There's no difference between the female admirers and the male ones."

"So I can reject him?"

Kyoya squirmed under the incredulous stare, "It's not that-I know I can reject him. But is it the same way I reject the girls?"

"...yes? Do you know any other methods of rejecting propositioning suitors?" his guardian gave him a wry look.

"...hn," he finally admitted before stuffing his mouth with rice so he didn't have to reply.

xXXx

"I have no interest in relationships," Kyoya recited dully from memory to the constantly blinking boy, "I am not looking for a relationship. I will not entertain your advances so you are to cease them or be subjected to the Disciplinary Committee's punishment for harassment."

xXXx

"You are in violation of my personal privacy and will be placed in the custody of the Namimori Disciplinary Committee."

"W-wait, Kyoya-sama!"

"Look kid, you're not the first I've done this to and maybe you're a guy but since I hit even the girls, I'm not concerned with hitting you. You better behave or you might get a visit from Izumi-sama."

"...Lady Hibari Izumi? Eeep."

"'Xactly."

xXXx

"...Kyoya."

"..."

"We've always been honest to each other, right?"

"...hn."

"I've always told you about the people I've been interested in, right?"

"...hn."

"So, what's this I hear about you always making allowances for Sawada Tsunayoshi? He's...not exactly what I would...hmm..."

"...it's not like that."

"That's a suspicious pause. I'm going to pay him a visit okay?"

"It really isn't like that. I have no romantic interest in him."

"But he's interesting? Has he changed? I've never really liked him..."

"..."

"...Well at least I said it out loud. I mean, he's weak and spineless. It irritates me."

"I know."

"Alright, alright. But I'll do some investigation. I mean, I was contacted by his so-called Tutor, but I didn't really think it was a big deal. I'll go check a little."

"You know the baby?"

"Yeah. He's from Vongola. Strongest Hitman in the World. He made his presence known, stated his purpose, and asked for permission. So, I gave it. I mean, he was a little late and pissed off his people hadn't informed him of the power shift the past few years, but everything was very proper. He even gave me this cute gun as an apology."

Reborn and Izumi are total bros. I dunno whether I'll be able to write a short with them as a potential pair, but I'll try? It sounds interesting enough anyway. But yeah, have a chappie for now to tide you over the wait!

Thank you so much to my readers who have been with me from the start (or even the first year of Adoption lol. It's been actual years wtf.) You guys helped me pursue my dream of writing! I'm now a copywriter and am enjoying every day of work. :) I still love writing fanfiction, even though I never post anything, but I promise. Once my career is more stable, it'll just be me and my keyboard, for 2 whole weeks. (I don't get a month of paid leave lol) Til then, I hope you guys are doing well in your own RLs too. If you're not, feel free to PM me to chat. My fellow FF-ers know how I love spinning impromptu tales. If we chat enough, I might even spin a short just for you! ;P

Always writing,

Memory25