He found that every time a person fell in his hands, he could think of Tsuna's eyes that night.
——Golden honey color, crystal clear but very tough.
In the alley of Art Street, although Tsuna blocked the roaring physical steel bullet with his body, he could not stop it from grazing Tsuna's body and hitting his heart. Squeezing it firmly into his chest, using hot friction to tightly adhere to his heart that was already cold at that moment, it has been accompanying him all these years.
It can never be eliminated. He never wanted to use an operation to disembowel the bones and burn away the life of that gentle but powerful young man.
What's more, I can no longer do it now. He and he don't know which one has integrated into the other's life and can no longer retreat.
Conception: