『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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96. Wimp
"Tsuna-kun," I whispered into his ear cheekily, "Once you accept this position, there's no turning back, y'know, being a Mafia Boss and all."
Tsuna shuddered, flinched, and shot away. "Re- Rei-san!" he whined at me, "Don't remind me, please...!"
I giggled, "It's appalling how reluctant you still are after all this," I told him, "I'm sure it's hard to keep running from reality, Tsuna-kun. Why don't you give up while it's still possible?"
Tsuna glared at me from the side, wordless. Then, he just sighed. "You've... cheered up, huh," he seemed more disappointed than relieved. Also, why is my honorific back on? the question was written on his face.
At that, I could only provide an awkward chuckle. "It's hard to stay sad, Tsuna-kun," I told him, pulling his cheeks up personally, "C'mon, stay sharp, look up!"
I heard Gokudera let out a sigh in resignation, but make no attempt to oppose my actions. Without a doubt, he would've snapped if I were anyone else.
I grinned wide-- but then my eyes narrowed and I found my smile curling into something a little more sinister than happiness. "Are you willing to let the culprits see right through your depressed, half-assed demeanor?"
Right away, a hand came to my face and a fist landed rock hard on my head.
Just so easily, I was incapacitated, doubled over the ground for a full two minutes just trying not to cry.
The slap came from Gokudera, I think... the punch?
Looking up, I froze.
A male so, incredibly tall compared to me-- a head of incredibly long, perfectly white hair-- his eyes were a shade of something gray maybe, or was it the light I don't know-- he wore a suit, fashionably and feigning a composed impression--
regarding, that sword on the back of his arm wasn't a good sign at all so--
"Uhm," Staying on the ground, finding myself sitting on my knees in a dogeza for some reason, "It is very nice to meet you again, Sir Squalo."
I didn't dare look up.
From the side, I tried to ignore the blond bangs an inch away from me, the nonexistent eyes behind them boring holes into my existence--
"Ushishishi," he snickered under his breath, but did not plan on saying anything more.
On the other side was Lussuria, comfortably gazing at me as if I was a cute puppy--
Leviathan stood in the way of the light, his large shadow covering my entire figure and secluding me in a box of no escape--
Finally, Mammon settles on my head, finding my hair a comfortable island as he just sits there--
