Somewhere in his fourteenth year, Tsuna got used to a complete and alarming lack or privacy.
Back then, it was I-Pin and Lambo invading his room at all hours of the day for attention or to play along with Reborn needing somewhere to stay.
These days... Well. There's assassination attempts, of course. Sometimes it's one of his guardians coming in to wake him up about the latest emergency. Mukuro seems to have problems with respecting his privacy, but a call to Chrome usually sorts that out.
Tonight, it's apparently Squalo kicking down his door with armfuls of fast food bags and yelling about whatever is bothering him today. (Margy Burger. He hopes really bad that it's Margy Burger.)
"Oh," he says, utterly unsurprised and in the middle of removing his shoes. "Hi, Squalo. What do you want to watch today?"
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Back then, it was I-Pin and Lambo invading his room at all hours of the day for attention or to play along with Reborn needing somewhere to stay.
These days... Well. There's assassination attempts, of course. Sometimes it's one of his guardians coming in to wake him up about the latest emergency. Mukuro seems to have problems with respecting his privacy, but a call to Chrome usually sorts that out.
Tonight, it's apparently Squalo kicking down his door with armfuls of fast food bags and yelling about whatever is bothering him today. (Margy Burger. He hopes really bad that it's Margy Burger.)
"Oh," he says, utterly unsurprised and in the middle of removing his shoes. "Hi, Squalo. What do you want to watch today?"