[In her mind, she'll always be indebted to him. Not so much out of obligation, or out of simple equivalent exchange, but because it's just easier on her conscience. She genuinely wants to help him whenever she can, to be a strong presence for him when he's feeling down. She will protect him, and succeed this time around----because she had failed Tsukushi.
Akame remains silent for a while afterward, looking at the amulet. Well, now she's curious.]
[ the bashful blush rushing to his cheeks is something he wishes he could hide— he was like an open book more times than he could count, and when he begins to rub the curve of his neck, rushing through his hair— ]
Kyoko-chan made it for me! For . . . Sumo matches, sh-she's in my class in school, and ah—
[ —at least she thought they were sumo matches, more like mafia battles. even though it made him feel kind of special and honored at the moment— he seems to snap back to something ( like reality ), and laughs, though it's a somewhat embarrassed one. ]
She made them for me and my friends, so everyone got one, but . . . It reminds me of them— of all of them.
So you're into wrestling? Hm...I figured you for more of a martial artist, with those gloves.
[Akame's brows arch slightly as she looks on at him, both surprised and impressed. Tsuna's rather on the slight side, but, hey. If experience has taught her anything, it's never to judge a book by its cover. And from how he gave Tentafreak that smackdown, Akame's none the wiser.
She smiles a little, however, as he expresses his feelings and attachment to the charm. To have a material reminder of home, your friends----that's comforting. He's lucky that he has the luxury of being able to stay close to those around him.
She's happy for him. It renews a bit of her own faith in her friends, even though her situation's more drastic.]
That's good, Tsuna. Never forget that, then. Treasure your memories with them in your heart.
[Her brow knits a little, and she lowers her gaze. That was her mistake---trying to leave even the good parts of her past behind. Trying to forget, to bury everything, to attach some kind of justification and logic to things that have happened.
[ he felt— rather embarrassed to admit it, but he never did like lying. ]
When she made it she didn't know that I— [ he gestures to his hands as a reminder of the gloves. to kyoko, tsuna was still just a weird middle schooler who ran around yelling in his underwear from time to time— but an admirable friend, nevertheless. and that time she actually did witness tsuna fired up and carrying her princess style-? that hewas involved with the mafia? all a dream.
it's touching, though. akame says things that makes tsuna's heart swell— the grasp around his charm tightens, and his smile more determined, yet it holds a tenderness that can't really be expressed with words. ]
[WELL YOU NEVER KNOW?? Tatsumi's participated in some pretty ridiculous athletic activities (at Bulat's urging), and he's not much bigger than Tsuna...]
She didn't know you fought to begin with?
[Akame blinks curiously as he motions to his hands, in reference to the gloves. Odd. Was he actively trying to hide his abilities, then? Or did only certain people have knowledge of them?
Actually, now she's wondering as to why he learned to fight and wield those flames to begin with. What kind of overarching struggle was he embroiled in?
But then, he says something surprising.
You're all my pride.
For a moment, Akame's eyes widen in surprise. Does that also include her, even though she hardly talks about herself (she doesn't want to trouble him)? Even though they've only known each other for a little while?
What an honest boy. That's---that's an honor, to be referred to as that, even though there's hardly anything to be proud of, really, when you consider Akame's background.
But, she'll take it. She slowly breaks into a smile, even though he now looks embarrassed (why should he be?) and proceeds to give that bushy head of hair a small ruffle.]
No, don't be embarrassed. Thank you. To be included among those who you consider your pride means a lot to me.
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I know you will.
[In her mind, she'll always be indebted to him. Not so much out of obligation, or out of simple equivalent exchange, but because it's just easier on her conscience. She genuinely wants to help him whenever she can, to be a strong presence for him when he's feeling down. She will protect him, and succeed this time around----because she had failed Tsukushi.
Akame remains silent for a while afterward, looking at the amulet. Well, now she's curious.]
Is there a story behind it, Tsuna?
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[ the bashful blush rushing to his cheeks is something he wishes he could hide— he was like an open book more times than he could count, and when he begins to rub the curve of his neck, rushing through his hair— ]
Kyoko-chan made it for me! For . . . Sumo matches, sh-she's in my class in school, and ah—
[ —at least she thought they were sumo matches, more like mafia battles. even though it made him feel kind of special and honored at the moment— he seems to snap back to something ( like reality ), and laughs, though it's a somewhat embarrassed one. ]
She made them for me and my friends, so everyone got one, but . . . It reminds me of them— of all of them.
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[Akame's brows arch slightly as she looks on at him, both surprised and impressed. Tsuna's rather on the slight side, but, hey. If experience has taught her anything, it's never to judge a book by its cover. And from how he gave Tentafreak that smackdown, Akame's none the wiser.
She smiles a little, however, as he expresses his feelings and attachment to the charm. To have a material reminder of home, your friends----that's comforting. He's lucky that he has the luxury of being able to stay close to those around him.
She's happy for him. It renews a bit of her own faith in her friends, even though her situation's more drastic.]
That's good, Tsuna. Never forget that, then. Treasure your memories with them in your heart.
[Her brow knits a little, and she lowers her gaze. That was her mistake---trying to leave even the good parts of her past behind. Trying to forget, to bury everything, to attach some kind of justification and logic to things that have happened.
But it's getting harder and harder to do that.]
Never be alone.
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A-akame-san, ah— I don't actually do sumo . . .
[ he felt— rather embarrassed to admit it, but he never did like lying. ]
When she made it she didn't know that I— [ he gestures to his hands as a reminder of the gloves. to kyoko, tsuna was still just a weird middle schooler who ran around yelling in his underwear from time to time— but an admirable friend, nevertheless. and that time she actually did witness tsuna fired up and carrying her princess style-? that hewas involved with the mafia? all a dream.
it's touching, though. akame says things that makes tsuna's heart swell— the grasp around his charm tightens, and his smile more determined, yet it holds a tenderness that can't really be expressed with words. ]
I'll never be. You're all my pride.
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[ he said it without thinking much— but when it does set in, you can bet he looks positively flustered. ]
Th-that is—
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She didn't know you fought to begin with?
[Akame blinks curiously as he motions to his hands, in reference to the gloves. Odd. Was he actively trying to hide his abilities, then? Or did only certain people have knowledge of them?
Actually, now she's wondering as to why he learned to fight and wield those flames to begin with. What kind of overarching struggle was he embroiled in?
But then, he says something surprising.
You're all my pride.
For a moment, Akame's eyes widen in surprise. Does that also include her, even though she hardly talks about herself (she doesn't want to trouble him)? Even though they've only known each other for a little while?
What an honest boy. That's---that's an honor, to be referred to as that, even though there's hardly anything to be proud of, really, when you consider Akame's background.
But, she'll take it. She slowly breaks into a smile, even though he now looks embarrassed (why should he be?) and proceeds to give that bushy head of hair a small ruffle.]
No, don't be embarrassed. Thank you. To be included among those who you consider your pride means a lot to me.
[A beat, and she nods.]
I won't let you down.