🐟—❝Ｉ ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｐｒｅｃｉｏｕｓ ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ.
He was slated for an early death.
This was it. Game over. There was no escape.
Well, that wasn’t true. He might be able to move to Italy...
But no, even then, Hibari was sure to find him.
For what seemed an incalculable length of time, the young Vongola just stood on the safer side of the space between the Disciplinary Committee’s room, divided by something as fragile, but comforting as a door. Why did he have to report the accident?! He wasn’t the only one at fault! ...in spite of his most thorough reflection of the circumstances, Tsuna could only find one other participant to halve the blame with. And it was an inanimate object, at best.
❝A-ahhhh! How did it end up like this??!❞
Tsuna dropped to a crouch as his fingers rambled manically through his unkempt mane; stress and blatant panic working over his every nerve. If they just had a normal school, he could inform a janitor or a maintenance worker, or some kind of reasonable civil servant! “Anyone but Hibari! About anything but this school!” Images of the classroom he’d left nigh in ruins flickered apologetically into his mind, and an indescribable chill slinked down the length of his spine. It was definitely the sensation of certain doom. The teacher had told him to report the incident to the prefect. Even he, an adult and a professional paid to deal with problematic kids hadn’t wanted to face Hibari.
Just minutes ago, the school’s second science lab had resembled any other - a conventional classroom filled with students contending with mixed reactions concerning the labeling of rubber frogs and their artificial, but disconcertingly lifelike innards. Tsuna had been fighting the impulse to forcibly reacquaint with his breakfast, when one of his rowdier classmates thought it would provide immense amusement to startle their No-Good peer. He had exclaimed, “Watch out! It’s still moving!” And he yanked at the clear cellophane beneath the replica amphibian. Reflexively, the smaller student had jumped back... and that’s when it went from bad to worse. In his panic, he’d grabbed at the nearest surface to steady himself, which had been a textbook, and not at all a desktop. The book had flipped, launching liquid preservative into the air. The book was headed for a window, a dire path which Tsuna sought to circumvent by catching it - only to slip on the slime and formaldehyde soaking the floor. Though he careened forward, he had succeeded in catching the book, but his recent activities and grueling training had improved his strength enough, unfortunately, to send his opposite hand smashing straight through the window instead, with the effort.
All told, the damage had amounted to two desks, a stretch of paint on the wall, four rubber frogs and their respective pieces, two soaked biology textbooks, some girl’s school uniform vest, and the window. Tsuna suspected his life forfeited eight times might appease the overprotective guardian’s ire.
Whatever he managed to say, once he opened this door and faced Hibari, would undoubtedly be his final words.
Ａｎｄ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｎｏｗ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ.
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