"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.