Living under one roof with all the Vongola guardians seems a bit farfetched but there are worse way to live, it might be a little cosier than you wanted but you weren’t in a position to be picky.
Your room was located between the rain guardian and the storm guardians - at the top of a large luxurious staircase that looked far too fancy to be taking you to such a small set of rooms . Through observation you noticed that the storm guardian spent most of his time with the Vongola boss. Which worked out well as you didn't feel like being bombarded with his irritatingly frequent habit of shouting at anything and everything.
The rain guardian seemed to be the complete opposite. He seemed pleasant and (despite being a civilian in background) definitely looked strong enough to hold his own in a fight. Scoping out this place beforehand had been a bonus, if not for information and validity of the letter you received regarding you guardian role then just to give yourself a better understanding of how a mafia family like this one worked. You recalled the information you gathered as you dropped off your one travel bag and headed back down the stairs.
“OPH!” Your hand moved forward to protect yourself from the sudden impact. You look up to see a grey-haired boy standing in front of you. “Oi! Watch where you’re going idiot!” he shouts. Despite the fact you’re only a few feet away from him.
“Sorry” you mutter, knowing full well you’d been far too distracted to be shouting back at him. “Hey, You’re the new guardian” It was more of a statement than a question. “Not quite” you rub the back of your neck awkwardly “I received a letter from Reborn requesting my sister fill the position the-”
“So why’re you here?” he interrupts “My sisters been missing for 4 years. Reborn said if I stay he’ll help me find her . . . and in the meantime, I’ll hold her place as Snow Guardian” you say , attempting a smile to ease the conversation. “Tch” was his only reply as he barged past you aggressively, followed by a loud yell “ REBORN WHATS WITH THIS NO NAME TAKING A PLACE ON JUDIAMES FAMILY” You decide it was best not to interfere, you didn’t need more evidence of the storm guardians rage.
Heading downstairs you began searching for the kitchen, traveling had made you hungry as hell. Before you had a chance to search the cupboard a clinking sound catches your attention. “Hello?” You ask, pausing for a response. Turning around you see the Vongola cloud guardian standing in the doorway. Although you hadn’t formally met before you’d approached Reborn you’d been sure to do extensive recon of the group that suddenly showed so much attention in your sister. Family habit you guess. The Cloud Guardian had been notably. . . strange compared to the others. Long periods of sleep followed by intense barrage of battles. You were already cautious, wondering which one of these moods you had caught him in. “You’ll be attending Namimori” he asks not moving or making an attempt to introduce himself.
“Yes” you reply quietly. Something about the guardians presence was enough to create a scary atmosphere in the room, like a rabbit cornered by a hungry fox. “You need to fill out these” he walks over and hands you a stack of papers labelled Transfer Student. He pauses for a moment staring intently as if silently assessing you.
“Thank you” you say as you slowly take the papers from him, trying to avoid any sudden movement. The cloud guardian giving off serious intimidation vibes, and yet there was some tension in the air. He hadn’t stopped looking at you. It would be rude to break eye contact now but at the same time you felt a little power play was brought on by meeting his stare.
After a good minute of nonstop eye contact you being to notice the scary atmosphere melting into something more alarming. You notice he has his weapons drawn. Instinctively you begin to reach for your own weapon. It wasn’t unheard of for new mafia members to be put through their paces and if the cloud guardian wanted a fight he could get one.
“Hmph” he looks away and leaves without another word. A small sigh of relief passes your lips. Did anyone here ever finish a conversation properly?
The jet lag from your journey was still clinging to your body. It was midnight and you could barely sit down let alone fall asleep. In a last-ditch effort, you pulled on your coat and decided to kill two birds with one stone; tire your body out with a walk round town and test your knowledge of the local area. Though you’d scouted it out a whole week before announcing yourself to the Vongola family it never hurt to keep sharp you reasoned to yourself.
Your travels lead you past Namimori school. It loomed in the darkness, the tall building almost lost in the night sky. There was one light, in the very far left side of the ground floor. Without thinking you began moving stealthily towards it. In your observations there had been no previous documentation of late night activity in this area, something was up.
Pressing yourself into the wall next to the window you slowly peered in. A figure, tall in appearance was standing in front of a dim light. Worse, they were armed. An enemy of the Vongola family setting a trap was a strong possibility, the family was vulnerable in such a civilian setting. You gently pull at the window to gauge the reaction. Not locked, great. While the stranger’s back was still turned you began as quietly as possible to open the window. The light goes out and the faint sound of a door opening and closing drift through to your ears.
You wait for a minute just in case they came back. With the coast clear you slip through the opening. A split second after you’ve adjusted to the dark the door opens again. Taking caution, you hide under a near-by desk.
You hold your breath as steady footsteps click closer to you . . .then closer . . . then stopping. The figure is in front of you now. Mere meters away. You slow your breathing not wanting to take any chances. The figure notices the window. He shuts it quickly and turns out brushing his foot against yours. He pauses, then reaches down and grabs you by the collar pulling you up without hesitation. You can just make out the face of the cloud guardian as the light on his phone blinds you momentarily. He stares, seemingly toying with the decision on his next move.
You knock his wrist hard and jump out of his grasp. “It’s fine, It’s just me. I saw a light on and a strange man in here, I thought it might be a trap?” You state wondering why words were now so hard to say.
His face flashes a quick look of worry but changes so quickly back to his stoic look you could blink and miss it. “Is that so” he says, pulling out two metal batons from behind his back.
You go to grab your weapon but a sharp look from the cloud guardian stops you. Before you have time to ask why the cloud guardian moves forward and secures a handcuff to your wrist.
“H-Hey!” you shout as he drags you to the side of the room and attaches the other cuff to a radiator pipe. He doesn’t respond and instead turns his attention to the only door into the room “There’s an enemy on the loose and you’re tying me up?!” You state shocked at his decision, but the cloud guardian doesn’t bother replying as he walks out the room taking the only source of light out with him. Is this how the Vongola treats their guardians? At least it couldn’t get any worse you thought. With a bit of luck that bastard had left your other hand free, you knew that lock kit would come in handy one day however operating it with one hand might prove a challenge, to say the least.
A few well-co-ordinated movements later and you can tell you’re in the home stretch with just a couple more turns of the pin. Without warning the door slams open again, light abruptly flooding the classroom. The cloud guardian walking in calmly; seemingly unharmed.
He looks as though he’s about to say something but notices the lock picking mechanism sticking awkwardly out of your handcuff first. An aggressive look crawls over his face, his metal batons are up and he rushes towards you. A quick as you can you get the handcuffs off the radiator pipe and dodge his attack.
“I’m going to have to bite you to death” He smirks. A sudden heavy bite breaches your shoulder causing you to wine in pain. Fuck how did he get that close that quickly? Turning around you manage a clean hit to his ankle with your reinforced staff. This knocks him back enough for you to lean in for another blow to the lower part of his stomach.
“Short range weapon users often forget about defending their lower half” you cockily inform the now grounded guardian smugly. You kneel over him picking up the collar of his white clean pressed shirt bringing his head to yours.
He looks annoyed but hell this was fun. It’d been a long time since you sparred with your sister - it was nice to know you were still sharp.
The Cloud Guardians brow furrowed as he attempts to hit you back not realising your knees had firmly pinned down his arms. It’s amusing to see him struggle. In the heat of the moment you grabbed the handcuffs still attached your wrist and cuff one end to his hand. Undoing the part still on your wrist you shimmy down to attach it to one of his belt loops
“Not so fun is it?” you smirk. Knowing you’d already pushed your luck far enough you turn and exit through the same window, making sure to close it behind you. One as a sign of respect and protection for the now slightly impaired guardian and two to hopefully discourage any angry pursuits.
As you arrive home you can’t help but wish you’d had a little more fun playing with the cloud guardian. You turn the handle of your door and happily hang up you clothes before switching into PJs. Some small snoring sounds falls against your ears as you clamber into bed ad you can’t help but wonder how thin the walls must be between rooms. Having sufficiently tired yourself out you roll onto you slide and grab a pillow to cuddle. For some reason it’s warmer than usual and your pillow feels human shaped. You feel around some more, convinced your brain is just incorrectly processing what’s going on. The pillow moves and you scramble for your bedside light, hastily flicking the switch.
A jolt of surprise runs through you as the light illuminates the face of the Vongola rain guardian. This is definitely going to be a strange first impression you grumble out loud to no-one in particular. You lean in and gently tap the sleeping guardian’s shoulders. “Um excuse me?” You whisper. He doesn’t react.
“Hello?” You say a little louder reaching over to put both hands on his shoulder and shake him. It’s a bad move. Sleepily the rain guardian rolls over, his arm reaching over to bring you with him – holding you hostage in a tight cuddle. He’s so strong you think to yourself as you realise there’s no escaping his grasps. Even worse he’s rubbing his chin on top of your head like you’re his favourite teddy bear.
It looks like this is gonna be the rest of your night. Lacking the energy to take out a sleeping giant nearly double your size and strength you reluctantly get comfy and let your eyelids softly close.
A small ray of light slides in through your curtains. Sleepily you check the time. Only 7am, you sigh and roll over enjoying the luxury of a double bed, something you’d not had in a while. Being constantly on the move looking for you sister had led to some rough night’s sleep, you could get used to this. Something felt off though, you sit up and look around racking your brain, something happened last night.
Foggily your body connects with your brain and pushes up the memory of the rain guardian’s arms around you. OH GOD. A hot red blush fills your face as you suddenly remember. You look over onto the bed, even more confused to find it empty.
You reason it could have been a dream, albeit a very regular dream considering the night terrors and bizarre mafia scenario your brain normally generated for you. Swinging your legs out the bed your feet touch an unfamiliar material. As you look down you can already see the clothes beneath your feet are not yours.
Picking up a shirt you identify it could possibly be the rain guardians. Left when he got into bed. Vaguely you brain brings up the idea that the rain guardian was naked while in your bed and you have to quickly shut it down or else you’re sure you won’t be able to look him in the eyes. Whatever you remember from last night the rain guardian was definitely in your room. You begin to wonder what the protocol for this is. Should you take the clothes back? Or would that be awkward like hey -you-slept-in-my-room-last-night-so-here’s-your-clothes-hahaha . You didn’t want other Vongola members getting the wrong idea.
You’d have to return them you reasoned. Lest you give him an excuse to come into your bedroom again. After getting dressed you quietly step out in the hallway light beautifully by the morning sun.
You knock on the door and wait. A cheerful “Come in” sounds from the other side. You try to be calm as you enter, part of you had really been hoping he’d be out and you could just drop them off without having to face him.
“H-hi” you wave awkwardly. “ I uh . . . think these are yours” you practically throw the clothes into his arms. “O-oh” he said suddenly avoiding eye contact and staring at the floor. If you didn’t know him better you would have said his cheeks had turned a light pink, but that could just be the sun.
He chuckles, seemingly regaining his composure. “I’m sorry, I got tired from baseball practice and went into the wrong room. I hope I didn’t disturb you” he says brightly. Something about seeing that light-hearted smile up close eases the awkwardness you felt. Rain guardian traits you reminded yourself.
“I promise it won’t happen again” he smiles and tilt his head to the side. “Oh I don’t think I’ve introduced myself” he offers his hand for a shake. “I’m Yamamoto Takeshi”
You take it and try to suppress the memory of those strong hands wrapped around your body. “Nice to meet you” you reply sheepishly as you introduced yourself - trying to make it seem like you hadn’t A) Spent the last week stalking him and already knew not only his name but every single detail about him down to his fathers favourite style of tuna cut and B) spent the night forcibly cuddled up to his chest as he nuzzled you like a teddy bear. “Mah, now wasn’t that a better first impression” he laughs.
You notice the clock by his bed and panic. You hurry out the door to get ready. You have time for a quick shower if you skip makeup or breakfast. Luckily you’re just one room down from the shower area. You had planned a quick shower but that was before you remembered how nice a hot shower was. You felt the water pour down your neck, over your shoulders, down you back and across your legs. You’d forgotten how long it had been since you had hot water on demand. Five minutes couldn’t hurt, if you skipped makeup and breakfast you could still make it.
Savouring every moment from shampooing to conditioning right up to the last few seconds of washing off the soap you eventually step out the shower block feeling ready to take on the day. So happy you practically waltz back to your room. You haven’t had time to unpack since yesterday nor do you have your proper school uniform but you figure black trousers and a white shirt can’t go wrong. Throwing a granola bar into you bag you set off for Namimori school.