Night Sky

e n i g m a

An enigma. That was the first word that came into Kawahira's mind whenever he thought of the dark-haired child.

She was shy yet bold. Her eyes showed innocence yet darkness hid behind them. She craved his attention yet pushed others away.

He had seen how Yua distanced herself from the young Vongola successor and his guardians.

He had seen how she yearned his warmth.

He had seen the dull emotion that flashed through her eyes.

A living contradiction.

A complicated puzzle. 

A mysterious riddle.

An enigma. That was she was.

Yet, he was fine with it. After all, the little girl was just that, a little girl. Besides, he was certain he wouldn't lose anything from forming a relationship with her.

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Yua was now sitting across the apathetic man. A bowl of noodles in front of the pair. While Kawahira-san concentrated on his noodles, Yua scanned the man, trying to find a way to figure out the man. She took note of how he held his chopsticks, how he never blew on his noodles. She was struggling to find anything that could help her get closer to him.

"Do you not like noodles?" Yua snapped out of her thoughts. She glanced at the bespectacled man and began to eat her noodles. Kawahira-san only raised a brow at her behavior, then turned back to his delicious noodles.

With Kawahira-san directing his attention at his noodles again, Yua took the opportunity to stare at the man once more. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every feature she could uncover.

She noticed a few details about the man. One, he always wore traditional clothes. Two, he seemed to very fond of noodles. And finally three, his slurping was surprisingly quiet.

Yua spent the whole meal eyeing Kawahira-san.

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Tsuna's thoughts often came back to the little girl he saw a day ago. Something was instructing him to maintain an eye n her. He knew she wasn't a bad person, but his instinct also told him to stay vigilant around the girl. Perhaps it was the fact that he was surrounded by mafia or the fact that a spartan tutor, who was an infant, who was also apart of the mafia, was 'tutoring' him.

An image of the panicked look that the little girl had flashed through his mind.

It kept eating at him. The fact that he couldn't help her, it made him feel terrible. He knew he probably couldn't help her -come on his name is literally no-good Tsuna- but he needed to at least try.

"Oi! Solve this problem Dame-Tsuna!" Tsuna felt a piece of chalk smack his head, it bounced off and landed on top of his desk. He sighed, picked up the chalk, and walked right up to his inevitable humiliation.

Tsuna heard Gokudera start shouting about blowing up the teacher. Tsuna being Tsuna, rushed to Gokudera and begged him to calm down.

He absentmindedly wished that the girl was fine now.

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