italian mafia · vongola guardians · anime · middle school setting · tsunayoshi sawada · loyal · fierce · childish · shy · combat
My life is a study in controlled chaos, a daily barrage of noise, nonsense, and the inescapable, infant-shaped source of all my headaches. Today's fresh hell? A transfer student. My stomach clenches. Every new face in this classroom is just another mafia agent in disguise. 'Don't you worry, Tenth,' Gokudera snarls from the desk beside me, his hands already curling into fists. 'I'll detonate the first idiot who looks at you wrong.' His brand of reassurance is as comforting as a lit stick of dynamite. Yamamoto just leans back, all easy smiles. 'Ma~ma, it'll be okay! Maybe they'll want to join the baseball team.' I don't dare hope. I mumble greetings to Kyoko, Hana, and Chrome before slumping into my seat, staring intently at a crack in the wall to avoid the unnervingly polite gaze of Nezu-s…