Chapter 49: I'm really looking forward to the ice cream, and meeting Mukuro in real life...
Hibari Kyoya's appearances are also unpredictable. Even though Sawada Tsunayoshi was squatting at the entrance of the junior high school to look for him, he was still startled when Hibari actually appeared in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
The black-haired boy appeared behind them at some point and asked a cold question.
Yamamoto Takeshi knew this wasn't directed at him, and tactfully remained silent. Sawada Tsunayoshi held the umbrella above his head with both hands.
"Senior Yun Que, I'm here to return the umbrella!"
He bowed ninety degrees, expressing his respect to the man in front of him who looked like someone not to be trifled with.
The other junior high school students around him looked terrified. Although Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, their expressions were so varied that even he found it hard not to mind.
He thought to himself that it was just returning the umbrella, and that Senior Yun Que shouldn't make things difficult for him and beat him up.
The junior high school students seemed to already see the child being beaten up miserably, and their expressions were unbearable, yet not a single one of them said a word.
Everyone remained silent, keeping several meters apart from each other, and quickened their pace to escape the scene.
At the peak of the school rush hour, the place was eerily quiet. Sawada Tsunayoshi wondered if he had said something wrong, otherwise the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Hibari Kyoya raised his hand, but did not take the umbrella.
From his perspective, all he could see was Sawada Tsunayoshi's fluffy head; his brown hair looked soft and fluffy, and he wondered how it felt different from the kitten he had petted on the roadside.
His hand finally landed on Sawada Tsunayoshi's head and patted him lightly.
If it's a small animal, it will be scared away if it's too strong.
Even so, Sawada Tsunayoshi was still startled and stumbled back several steps. Yamamoto Takeshi grabbed him, preventing a disastrous fall on his buttocks.
He held the umbrella with both hands, first thanking Yamamoto in a low voice, then looked at Hibari Kyoya with a puzzled expression, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning behind the other's actions.
That blow didn't actually hurt; in fact, it was much stronger than the blow he usually uses when he's playfully fighting with Hinata.
He was mainly frightened.
Hibari Kyoya made no attempt to explain himself; he always did what he wanted, and he had simply given the umbrella to the other person without intending to take it back.
He began to scrutinize this herbivore that had dared to be so presumptuous in front of him from the very beginning. It seemed to have grown a little taller than before, and its muscles were much more defined.
Thinking of the news that the other party had won the championship, Lark's eyes darkened. In that case, he shouldn't be considered a herbivore anymore, right?
Sawada Tsunayoshi sensed that something bad was brewing in his mind, and since the boy in front of him wouldn't answer his question, he could only look around to find a new topic to ease the awkwardness.
"Speaking of which, Hibari-senpai was actually a middle school student?"
The lark's train of thought was interrupted, but he wasn't annoyed; he just raised an eyebrow.
"I can choose whichever grade I want to be in."
"..."
Sawada Tsunayoshi said sheepishly, "Hahaha, that's amazing."
One sentence killed the chat, and Tsuna was severely shocked. This guy really is a complete delinquent!
They might even be the kind of scoundrels whose families are powerful and influential!
He was beginning to understand the way those students had looked at him earlier. After a moment's thought, he raised his umbrella again.
"Then please take the umbrella, senior."
Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to finish quickly and leave as soon as possible, but unfortunately his facial expressions were too obvious and easy to understand.
Even the usually aloof Hibari Kyoya could understand most of it, recalling how the little animal at the bus stop had dawdled as it handed him the paper.
It was surprisingly fun.
Hibari Kyoya, unusually, seemed more interested in teasing than in wanting to bite and kill the others, and patted Sawada Tsunayoshi's head again.
Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his hand to protect his head, his face full of shock, even his pupils were slightly larger than before.
Yamamoto Takeshi watched in amazement, marveling at how Tsuna's eyes could actually get even bigger.
The three people are a group.
Seeing the unpleasant expression on Yamamoto Takeshi's face, Hibari Kyoya finally realized that they were in a group, and his displeasure quickly took over his mind.
"You don't need to return the umbrella."
After saying this, Hibari Kyoya turned and left, the cane he gripped tightly in his hand hinting at his intense fighting spirit.
"Next time I see a group of people gathering, I'll bite you to death."
When this sentence appeared again, Sawada Tsunayoshi scratched his head, puzzled, not quite understanding Hibari-senpai's thought process.
Speaking of the criteria for judging a group, he turned his head to ask Yamamoto Takeshi, only to find that Yamamoto's expression was also indescribable.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
Yamamoto shook his head, indicating that nothing was wrong. He had mixed feelings; he had just been completely ignored.
If he hadn't found Tsuna's adorable expression too eye-catching, that guy probably wouldn't have even noticed him.
"I just think that senior is a really difficult person to get along with."
Sawada Tsunayoshi strongly agreed.
"Indeed, Hibari-senpai is really scary."
Yamamoto Takeshi put his arm around Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder and burst into laughter.
"Then let's see him less often. Anyway, he's an upperclassman, and we probably won't have many opportunities to spend time with him."
“Yes.” Sawada Tsunayoshi agreed with this.
They didn't linger too long in the junior high section. They hadn't been able to find him anywhere before, but once they arrived, Hibari Kyoya didn't take too long. Sawada Tsunayoshi, holding his umbrella, glanced at the time and thought for a moment...
"It's still early. If you don't have anything else to do, Yamamoto-kun, would you like to come to the volleyball club with me?"
This sentence must have been the beginning of our friendship.
Takeshi Yamamoto suddenly thought of something. Of course, he could easily use the excuse that he had to go home to help his father with the shop, which was the truth, but he didn't want to refuse. Anyway, it was still early, and there was no training today, so learning about a new sport wouldn't be a bad thing.
"...That's right, that senior is really a strange person."
At night, in his dream, Sawada Tsunayoshi was holding a bowl of ice cream and complaining to Rokudo Mukuro about what happened that day.
Rokudo Mukuro sat cross-legged in front of him, watching with great interest as he scooped a spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth.
"If you find it strange, just don't associate with him."
Winter is approaching, and the ice cream feels like it was eaten a year ago. In his dream, he sees Mukuro making delicious ice cream using illusions, and he scoops up another spoonful, his eyes squinting with happiness.
Great, I won't feel Ice Fang in my dreams!
"That's what I think too," he mumbled.
Although he felt that Senior Yun Que wasn't as unapproachable as he seemed on the surface, upon closer reflection, that sentence was probably telling him not to go to see him with other people next time, because having too many people would make Senior Yun Que feel uncomfortable, right?
Moreover, the way Hibari patted his head was very light, so maybe he's a gentle person at heart.
The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, the image of the terrified students at the entrance of Shengchu Middle School firmly occupied his attention.
Well, okay, it's too arbitrary to say that Hibari-senpai is gentle.
Rokudo Mukuro inquired about his feelings as if conducting an academic inquiry.
"This ice cream is the one I tasted in my country. It looks very nice and tastes pretty good. But if it's just an illusion, what does it taste like?"
Ever since escaping from the laboratory, Rokudo Mukuro seems to have been wandering. They usually appear in his dreams every other day and share some strange things that happen on his wandering journey.
Previously, Rokudo Mukuro had always shared local customs and culture, but this was the first time he had shared food with Sawada Tsunayoshi. In the past, it was always Sawada Tsunayoshi who would tell Rokudo Mukuro which dishes were delicious when they stayed at hotels.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pondered for a moment,
"Mmm, it's my favorite vanilla ice cream!"
He nodded. Back in the summer, Tsunayoshi had secretly eaten several ice creams right under Irie Masami's nose.
Rokudo Mukuro seemed to be deep in thought. "Actually, this ice cream isn't vanilla flavored."
"Huh?! Isn't that right!?" Tsuna exclaimed in surprise, holding his bowl of ice cream.
"But it tastes exactly like vanilla!"
He took another bite, indicating that he was right.
"That must be your subconscious conjure up your favorite flavor. After all, you've never actually eaten this ice cream, so it's normal that you don't know what it tastes like."
"Oh, I see."
"Okay, I'll come find you next time and bring you to experience the real taste."
“Okay.” Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled and agreed.
But Rokudo Mukuro saw him eating vanilla ice cream in a different shell and looking completely satisfied. Wouldn't it be better to just take him to eat vanilla ice cream?
"But if you try it like this in your dream, won't you have a preconceived first impression? When you actually taste the ice cream, you might think it's not as good as vanilla, since Tsuna prefers vanilla ice cream, right?"
Just like me, your first impression of me is that of a victim and experimental subject. If you saw my ruthless side as I eliminated other members of the mafia, would you feel that the real me is not as good as the one I present to you? Or is it just that you feel sorry for me because I am a victim?
If I am no longer a victim, will you still be as tolerant of me as you are now?
While simply enjoying an ice cream, Rokudo Mukuro's mind was racing with thoughts.
Perhaps Sawada Tsunayoshi had gotten used to Rokudo Mukuro saying things that he didn't understand while they were chatting, so he waved his hand and the ice cream disappeared into the dream.
“If I wanted vanilla ice cream, I would specifically order that flavor, but the ice cream that Mukuro recommended is different,”
He sat next to Rokudo Mukuro, his tone neither hurried nor slow.
"Because this is the first time Mukuro has shared food with me, I subconsciously imagined the food that Mukuro would like using my favorite and most beloved flavors."
"But none of these are flavors that Mukuro likes."
Tsuna manipulated the dream to create an ordinary vanilla ice cream cone, which he then handed to Rokudo Mukuro.
Rokudo Mukuro looked at the nut pieces on top, and under Sawada Tsunayoshi's urging gaze, slowly took a bite.
Is this vanilla flavored?
No, it's the taste of the ice cream he ate during the day.
Because he liked the taste, he wanted Sawada Tsunayoshi to be able to taste it too.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's fair face rubbed against him. "So you see, I'm really looking forward to the real taste of these desserts when I meet Mukuro in real life."
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