Yeah okay so this story is going under major reconstruction because I'm very unhappy with how I wrote some of this so check back momentarily for improvements. No idea how long it'll take because I actually hate how I wrote certain things and cringe thinking about it. But that's why I'm correcting it!

Losing your ability to speak was always nice to wake up to. And he could barely breathe, his chest constricting painfully every time he breathed in.

It was hard to remember what happened but it came back in pieces. His name was Sawada Tsunayoshi; he was fifteen; the last time he saw his parents, they were discussing how he was failing at his school, Namimori Middle. Then there was a loud noise; his parents were with his homeroom teacher and - oh.

Oh.

He remembered now. How his mother was barely alive last he saw her. How he dragged all three people in the locked office outside. How he had collapsed in the burning office seeing if there was anybody else. He knew the teacher should have let him in the room. His teacher insisted that this parent-teacher meeting only included his grades, nothing else.

His chest was clenching for a whole other reason and then there were people around him. They seemed to be excited and scared. He was poked and prodded with more needles that he didn't know what they did. He was scared, he felt like he was going to pass out and he didn't want to. It felt like he had been asleep too long already but they were putting him right back under.

A nurse broke through the crowd and smoothed back his hair matted to his face. "Don't worry", she croned. "Everything's alright. We're going to have you sleep a little bit longer to make sure you're nice and strong for therapy."

It wasn't the thing he wanted to hear but it relaxed him enough for the sedatives to work.

Tsuna woke up and he was immediately asked questions by police, asked how he felt by staff, and not once did he see his mother in the mass of faces. His father was by his bedside and when he saw Tsuna was awake he burst into tears, mumbling incoherently in a language Tsuna didn't know.

He wasn't given a time to rest for the next three months as he was constantly in therapy, rehabilitation and speech alike.

Why he was in the hospital was because of how there was a fire in his school, where his parents and teacher were. That he knew but he was told he had severe burns and smoke inhalation. He almost didn't make it according to his doctor. They put him in a medical coma to be able to recover easier while he slept and two weeks later he finally woke up.

Now he couldn't speak because his vocal cords needed time to repair, his lungs were affected by the smoke so he had something similar to asthma, but he wasn't entirely sure if it was asthma or not. He wasn't the best at medical terms so he was just told to say he had asthma to help himself remember.

His father seemed much more distant though. Through the entire three month rehabilitation he went through, it looked like his dad, Iemitsu, was struggling. Trying to find something to say but torn whether he should say it.

They hadn't actually exchanged any sort of communication after he told Tsuna that his mom died. Iemitsu had said that she died shortly after arriving at the hospital, despite their best efforts, and dissolved into tears. Tsuna was too shocked to cry.

The tears came later and it was more painful that way.

Finally, Iemitsu walked into the living room where Tsuna usually sat during the day, never having enough energy to make it up the stairs yet. Iemitsu looked apprehensive but hopeful as he talked.

"Tsuna, you know I love you very much and I just want the best for you. So I want to enroll you in a new school. It's at the edge of Namimori so you'll still be close to town and can visit whenever you want. It's a boarding school and it helps with people with disabilities and illnesses of all kinds."

Iemitsu paused and looked up at Tsuna. He tried not to show it but Tsuna knew that he wanted Tsuna to say yes to going to this school. But Tsuna didn't have a problem, yeah he was a little sad all the time but isn't everybody?

Apparently not though as Tsuna was forced to go to this new school for people with physical and mental disabilities alike. So he tried to embrace it the best he could.

The school was laid out with two wings. There's an East wing where the dorms are placed, the boys separated from the girls of course, and the West wing, where the classrooms and sick bay are. A hallway connects the two wings that rooms all the staff.

In the dorm, there was only one option if you were a patient; room with someone else to help you.

And Tsuna now had to room with somebody he didn't know for three years. Nice. This was going to be fun. He didn't even know the person. What if they were obnoxiously loud. What if they enjoyed kinky roleplay and was extremely loud.

Sighing, Tsuna walked into his dorm. opening the door, and standing there in confusion.

A man was sprawled on the ground, sweat shirt doing its purpose and was completely soaked through, and only black slacks on. He seemed to be doing push-up, when he saw Tsuna enter his head snapped over. He looking at the pale complexion and haggard breathing with conserved curiosity.

"And who might you be?" He asked. He got up and walked closer to get a better view of Tsuna.

Tsuna rooted through his pockets for his phone to introduce himself. He found it and quickly typed a message stating his name. "Hm, so you're my new roommate...I'm Reborn."

A snort of disdain was the only reply as Tsuna walked further into the room. He saw that the room he entered was a somewhat home-y feeling to it. There was a leather, rust coloured couch sitting pushed up beside a picture window that spilled light into the semi-dark room. The brown walls where box-like but branched off into a hall where he imagined more rooms would be and matched the wooden floors in colour.

"My bedroom's the first door on your left. Across from that door is the bathroom. If you keep walking you'll find yours as the last one on your right." Taking that as a prompt to leave, Tsuna wandered down the hall and found what Reborn had said as his room.

He walked into the room and sat down on the bed, swinging his feet looking around the room. It was square in size with a stark white colour on the walls, contrasting with the earlier brown, and had nothing on them whatsoever. The floor was carpeted with tacky, pinkish-red plush carpet, but was soft to the touch and was nice to walk on.

Sighing through his nose, Tsuna got up and started putting his clothes away into the dresser stuck into the corner of the room. 'This is going to be a long few years', he thought bitterly to himself as he closed his dresser drawer.

The first day of school was unusual. He woke up early from another nightmare, making him shiver in his bed with small gasps of surprise and pain racking his body. He looked over at the analogue clock perched on his wall, he took it from his home, and saw that it was 6:30.

Deciding it was time to get up since his first class started at 8. He learned that if he went back to sleep he would never wake up on time. He gathered his uniform that was issued to everyone and went to the bathroom to take a shower and do his daily routine.

He tripped on the way there and a huge clatter was heard throughout the dorm. He really hoped Reborn didn't get upset at him.

When he got out of the bathroom, he saw Reborn waiting by the door. He looked up when he heard the door opening and grumbled,"If you were going to be up so early, at least be a little more quiet about it."

Tsuna gave a sheepish smile. Reborn was technically a student but he had classes at 9 instead of 8 so he could afford to sleep in. Tsuna wasn't really in need of help per se, but he just needed if he had an attack of some sort and companionship from his depression.

Tsuna moved out of the way for the bathroom and walked to his room to get his red tie for his uniform. His uniform was very much like his old one for Namimori; navy slacks, a white dress shirt, a sky blue tie, and a jacket or sweater vest, depending on the season. Only the tie was a red-orange instead of sky-blue. He never really figured out how to tie it completely, but it was on and it was presentable at least.

He walked out to the kitchen, a sloppy excuse for a Windsor knot around his neck, and took some bread for breakfast. Reborn walked in not too long after and started making himself some coffee. He looked completely dead to the world, his black eyes making the bags darker than they were, his face paling in the yellowing light in the small kitchen, and his hair looking more messed up then the usually carefully styled mess of spikes.

Reborn looked over at Tsuna and made eye-contact. Tsuna looked down, his face scarlet, and focused way too hard on munching half-heartedly on his bread.

Reborn narrowed his eyes, sneering at Tsuna. "Come over here."

Flinching at the harsh tone, Tsuna hesitantly stepped towards him. His chin was lifted up so he was staring directly into black eyes that crinkled in slight amusement at his expense. His tie was corrected and smoothed into his vest in a matter of under a minute.

"There; you at least look presentable now. Learn to tie one next time because I'm not doing it every morning." Reborn turned back to his coffee that had began to cool slightly when he was working on straightening Tsuna out.

A soft grunt from Tsuna was the rest of the conversation that morning as Tsuna had to leave soon after he was done eating. It was already 7:30 by the time he had everything straightened out, so he walked out after waving goodbye to Reborn.

When he walked into his class, he immediately gained attention from the majority of the class. Some pegged him off as weak and an easy target. Others weren't so sure they wanted to deal with him since his roommate was Reborn. Of course people seemed to stare longer, like they were targeting him. He always drew in weird people and people picking on him. It was like a ritual now; every year in his new class people seemed to pick him out and think, 'Yeah I'm bullying this kid this year'. It was infuriating but he was used to it now.

And he wasn't wrong because he went over to an empty sea back of his class and somebody tipped his chair back so he was only being held up by their hand. He looked up to see some punk looking kids sneering down at him. They didn't even say a word. Just left after they sized him up.

Tsuna sighed wearily. These years were going to be taxing for sure.

Edited 1/31/16

Well, Happy New Year to those not in Canada.

I finally finished this. I was debating back and forth if I should just go ahead and release it or what. I decided to just release it. So here's the new and improved A Not so Forbidden Love story.

I thought about this because I like the idea of Reborn and Tsuna having to live together. I find it sweet and hope that I at least have something better to work off of.

Another thing, when I finished writing the chapter part of the story, it ended up being at 1827 words. I snorted at that because that's one of my favourite pairings.

-Gate