rabbithearted–boy:

This was nice. Two tired friends sitting on a bench not-sleeping together. Really nice.

He hummed a quiet agreement about Reborn, from what Enma could tell he was an enigma all his own, then went quiet as he tried to think of the answer to Tsuna’s question. “Three years, maybe? Four? I just tried it one night when the nightmares were really bad and it worked. So I kept it up. Only gotten hurt a couple of times, it’s worth it.”

‘Even a couple times is too much..’, Tsuna wanted to maybe give his a friend a good smack on the head, but he supposed he could understand. It was probably about the same as him, plus you can’t really control it if someone just suddenly decides they don’t like your face and they want to smack it with their fist.

He sighed, slumping back against the bench, “I know, i just don’t really like that people have this thing where they like to hit us, and other things.”, sometimes, Tsuna will admit, he thought he deserved the beatings, with all of the things he’s done and all of the things he’s yet to do, but Enma.. Enma didn’t deserve any of the bad things he’d gotten.