Nana has been called a lot of things in her lifetime, though oblivious always stuck out the most. No one has ever dug deep enough to understand that it was never anything more than a front. Her adaptability to any situation was pinned to that alone, that she was simply too oblivious to understand what was going on. Oh, but she was aware of everything that went on around her. She had to be when she was perfectly aware of what her husband- sorry, ex-husband- was.
Marrying Iemitsu had been a mistake. His first strike had been when he didn’t show up for the birth of their son, claiming to be “busy”. Yes, marrying Iemitsu was a mistake, but the result wasn’t. She loved Tsunayoshi. He had been a bundle of warmth ever since she first laid eyes on him. Though it was petty to think, she was happy to see that he looked every bit like her, and not at all like his father.
His second strike was being late for dates- being late to send anything for their anniversary, being late to send birthday wishes. Consistently, without fail, he would call two days later with an excuse on his breath. She can’t even be upset, she thinks, because she signed up for this when she very knowingly married a vigilante.
His last strike was showing up and getting blackout drunk around her son. She wonders if he even realized what this meant for Tsuna. It was the first time he’d be meeting his father and Iemitsu screwed it up entirely. Throwing their son in the air and failing to catch him? Nana about throttled Iemitsu.
Really, it shouldn’t have surprised her that she slapped divorce papers down on the table in front of him the next day. Any love she had felt for the man had been dampened by the distance. She’s just lucky that he seemed to accept and acknowledge this because he hadn’t said a word of protest as he signed the papers. That’s the only thing she can thank him for. He leaves that day but promises to continue sending money. She keeps his last name if only because of how used to it she is.
She doesn’t laugh but wants to when she explains to Tsuna why his father won’t be coming around ever again and all he does is let out a sigh in relief. After that, life moves on, but there’s something about Namimori that makes her feel as though they’re both stagnating.
It’s shortly after the visit that Nana gets the first glimpse of Tsuna’s quirk. Fire sprouts from his forehead and he comes running back over to her. For a brief second, she’s scared he’ll burn her, but nothing happens except a bit of warmth seeping through the fabric of her jeans. It’s certainly an interesting thing to note, but if she thought that that was all there was to his quirk, she was proven wrong consistently by his intuition. There’s nothing more after that, but something tells her that she should keep an eye out for more surprises because she doesn’t think it ends there.
Unfortunately, even though he gets his quirk, the bullying doesn’t stop and no matter how many teachers she badgers, nothing changes. That’s why, when the latest incident brings her son home in a cast, she decides they can’t stay in Namimori anymore. Tsuna seems to accept this, but the furrow in his brow says it all; that he feels guilty they have to leave. It’s both silly and sad, that he thinks he’s responsible for this, that he thinks she even has anything to leave behind in this town.
The decision to move to Musutafu is an easy one. Nana finds a better school and she gets a life outside of overhearing gossiping from nosy mothers who had things to say about her absent ex-husband. She sorts out things with Iemitsu and the house is sold quickly enough. It gets her more than enough money to find an apartment in the city, close to a school and some shops. It has three bedrooms, and she makes one of them into a study, where she can work. It’s about time she revisited her art.
It’s when she’s carrying a box down the hall that she first meets her neighbor, Midoriya Inko, and her first thought is about what vivid green eyes she has. It’s the first time Nana has ever flustered enough that she nearly drops the box onto her foot. She tries shooing away her blush when she bends down to pick up the things that spilled out of the box. She’s startled when her hand brushes against the soft skin of Inko’s hand that she realizes her neighbor had stopped to help her.
“Oh! Thank you,” Nana stammers, grabbing Tsuna’s stuffed lion from Inko’s hand. She’s surprised that Tsuna parted with it long enough for it to be packed. Her neighbor smiles timidly.
“It was no problem, really,” she says, voice like tinkling wind chimes. Nana is enthralled. “You must be the new neighbors. My name is Midoriya Inko. We’re right next door to you.”
Nana wonders over the ‘we’ and if she has a spouse, but shakes those thoughts away. She offers a bright smile. “Sawada Nana. It’s lovely to meet you, Midoriya-san.”
“Please call me Inko, Sawada-san.”
Nana looks at her green eyes, so sincere it almost hurts, and beams back, “Only if you call me Nana, Inko-chan.”
She watches a light dusting of pink blossoms across the other woman’s cheeks and finds herself oddly proud. Nana picks up the last stuffed animal on the ground and puts it into the box, then picks it up. She pauses when she hears the sound of a door opening and sure enough, a head of fluffy brown hair peeks out. She can barely see Tsuna’s round eyes when he catches sight of Inko and backs up into the house. Nana sighs. They really have to work on that; it hurts her heart that her baby’s this way because she couldn’t do more for him before it got this bad.
“Is that your son?” Inko inquires, a hand partly over her mouth, eyes crinkled at the corners. Nana swears if this woman doesn’t stop being so cute, she’s going to fall hard and fast. It’s not the first time she’s ever been enamored by a woman before, but it’s been a long time, and Nana’s flirt game has gotten a little rusty.
“Yes,” she chirps, hefting the box up. She pauses, then levels a slightly regretful expression at Inko, “He’s a little shy, but that’s Tsunayoshi for you.”
“Ah,” Inko hum, hesitating for a few seconds. Nana waits patiently. “Maybe he’d get along with my son?” Nana feels herself perk up at the idea.
“Oh! That’d be wonderful.” Really, it would be. Tsuna’s never had friends before, now that Nana thinks about it.
“If you’re not too busy later, perhaps you’d like to come over for dinner later? Like a welcome and a playdate?” Inko offers.
“I’d be a fool to say no!” Nana says, accepting. “We should have all our boxes put away by five.” Probably four, but Nana wants at least one hour to make herself look as though she hasn’t been hauling furniture around all day. It’s been a while since she’s last worn something that made her feel beautiful, rather than casual. She knows better than to get her hopes up for anything more than friendship, too, but she can look good for friends, right?
“How about six?” Inko suggests. “Things should be ready by then, I think.”
“Sounds wonderful! I’ll see you then, Inko-chan,” Nana says, bowing as much as she’s able to with her hands full. Inko returns the gesture and waves, heading down the stairs. Nana walks over to her apartment, nudging the door open. Tsuna is standing in the entryway, wringing the hem of his shirt.
“Good news, Tsu-kun! I just met one of our neighbors and she invited us over for dinner. Doesn’t that sound fun?” She keeps her voice light and cheery because sometimes her son has to be coaxed into these things. She nudges the door shut with the back of her ankle and then wanders over to his bedroom, where she stacks the box next to his bed. He’ll dig everything out of the box later when he gets ready for bed because he can’t sleep without his stuffed lion.
When Tsuna doesn’t say anything, she looks over at him. Their eyes meet until Tsuna nods, and pads across the room to latch onto her skirt. She kneels down to hug him better and hopes that Inko’s son will be able to bring her shy boy out of his shell a little. She backs up and puts her hands on his shoulders.
“We’re almost done. Do you want to get started on your room?” She asks, tucking a few stray hairs out of his face. He nods and she lets go, watching him wander into his bedroom. She waits for the sound of clattering, where he’s no doubt making a mess already. She feels a smile curl across her lips. She can’t wait for dinner tonight.