"Your hair is so soft, Squalo! I bet you'd look pretty with long hair ♥"

"Haa? Why the hell would I want to look pretty? I'm a man, Cavallone. A man!"

"Aw, c'mon. A man can look pretty too, you know."

"...Ugh. I should know better than to reason with someone like you."

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. . . . . . . . .

. . . .

That was fifteen years ago. That was when they were all growing into the roles that they have now. That was when Dino last saw Squalo's honest, carefree grin and heard his mirthful laughter. That was back when they were friends, two young boys trying to find themselves in the cruel mafia world. That was before they drifted apart.

He was jealous of Xanxus when Squalo started keeping his hair for a pledge he gave the former. He was the one who wanted to see Squalo with long hair, not Xanxus. Why weren't they in the same family? Why must he be the next Cavallone?

Once, he thought of the world where he was just another subordinate. He dreamt of wearing the same uniform as Squalo, going to the same missions and supporting each other in combats (although Squalo would never accept other people's help).

Suddenly, Dino wanted the old Squalo back - the Squalo he knew before Xanxus came and broke the photo frame Dino cherished. The urge to cut Squalo's hair back into the mess of fair spiky hair sometimes overwhelmed his senses everytime Squalo was around.

That was when Dino realised that all these years, he had been hopelessly, hopelessly in love with someone who was unlikely to return his feelings.

-End of Part 1.
p.s/ I love DS to bits and pieces!! I really do.

Hibari forgets a lot of things. Hibari doesn't remember the last time he cried. He knows it was a long time ago, back in the time when he was still a toddler. He doesn't remember how he became what he is today, but he's secretly glad to still be alive. Sometimes, he purposefully forgets things that he thinks are not worthy of occupying the precious space in his box of memories. He forgets a lot of things, but he always remembers the day he first met Sawada Tsunayoshi crying and sobbing at the playground, bullies towering over him, jeering at the poor boy.

He bets Tsunayoshi doesn't remember, but that was actually the first time he had ever beaten up a group of adults. A group of adults bullying a helpless child. How disgusting. Afterwards, he bonked the little boy's head a little with his tonfa and told him to go home. Well, Hibari ended up walking little Tsuna home because the boy was still crying and whining about the bullies coming back to get him.

Remembering that time always makes Hibari smile. Tsuna was so, so cute as a little kid. That was probably why he was always bullied. The poor dear.

Hibari is smiling to himself when he feels small arms finding its way around his body, hugging him like a child would his favourite teddy bear. He turns around and pulls the smaller young man into his embrace, facing the window, simply looking at the peaceful sky.

"What are you thinking about, Kyouya-san? You've been standing at the window for hours," Sawada Tsunayoshi, allegedly an adult, whines like a child.

Hibari rolls his eyes., but smiles nonetheless. He's been spoiling Tsuna way too much, it seems. "I was thinking about the time when you were way cuter than you are now."

Tsuna gives him a mock glare. "Well, I certainly remember the time when Kyouya-san was prettier too. Aw, aw, ooouch... Don't pinch my cheeks! You know it's true!"

"Hmph. Cheeky, aren't you?"

A grin. "By the way, Kyouya-san..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember when we first met at the playground?"

Aah. So he does remember. Hibari is so tempted to widen his smile, but it would be out of character for him to do so.

"Of course."

He forgets a lot of things, but there are things he tries hard to never forget.

Things like everything about Sawada Tsunayoshi.

-end.

p.s/ Go fluff!