When he received a text from Tsuna saying that Reborn wanted all of them to meet at the brunette boy’s house, Yamamoto thought little of it. Having meetings at Tsuna’s house to discuss Vongola-related matters had become pretty commonplace, especially as of the last month or so. For whatever reason, Reborn had abruptly decided to gather them together once a week so that he could give them all a crash course on some of the other famiglias that were out there. Things like their names, who their boss and chosen successor was, and so on—the basics, really.
(Truthfully, Yamamoto hoped that the Arcobalenco didn’t intend on testing them on their knowledge. He felt hard pressed to remember much about the last group they learned about, never mind they ones they discussed weeks prior.)
When the boy arrived at his friend’s house that day, he assumed that the meeting would follow the same vein as the last few had. The last thing he would have thought Reborn would announce was that they’d be transferring to an academy meant especially for Mafioso. Apparently everything was already done too—their parents had been given a suitable excuse, all the necessary papers had been sent in, and here! He even had everyone’s letters of acceptance to give them.
Poor Tsuna had nearly overturned his table as he stood up and gestured wildly, brown eyes wide in panic as he protested over this new development. Chrome, who had been seated with her back against the bed, seemed to have frozen in place, her gaze completely blank in shock. Yamamoto didn’t take the time to gauge anyone else’s reaction as he folded his arms across his chest and quietly lost himself to his own thoughts.
He wasn’t entirely sure how to take the news. His main concern would have been finding a way to tell his dad, but that had already been done for him. That being said, suddenly being uprooted and sent off to a new school? That was a lot to take. He couldn’t deny that it would provide them with a good opportunity to hone their skills, and a change in scenery was always nice, but…
After taking a bit of time to weigh the pros and cons in his head, the rain guardian’s tensed shoulders relaxed, the corners of his mouth pulling into a bright smile. Alright, he had come to a decision. ”Sounds like fun to me!” He laughed, reaching out to take his acceptance letter from Reborn and glancing down at it, ”So this place…’Durante Academy’, huh? I sure hope they have a baseball club.”
***
”W-wait, I…I got it? Are you sure!?”
Vitalia’s hand was trembling as the sheet of paper was passed over to her. Looking up at her mother’s beaming face, she immediately dropped her eyes onto the letter, heart thrumming in her chest as she skimmed the dark ink that decorated the page.
“Dear Ms. Floros,
I am pleased to inform you that we would like to welcome you to—”
—and that was about as far as she got before she hastily thanked her mother, excused herself, and went rushing upstairs to grab her cellphone. Though she would read the letter with more care later, those first few words were enough to get the message across: she had been accepted. Vitalia had played with the idea of applying to an international school for ages now, but it wasn’t until this year that she had actually sat down with her parents and discussed it. She had had plenty of concerns, especially when it came to who would care for her younger siblings, but both her mother and father had encouraged her to apply. They assured her that they’d find someone to babysit her siblings in her absence, feeling that the experience of attending school in another country would be beneficial for her.
In the end, a large part of her motivation to apply could be attributed to Nova. The knowledge that her friend would be trying to get into the same school gave her the push she needed to fill out all those forms and get everything together. Living in dorms in a foreign country with a friend? It was like a dream come for many sixteen year old girls, and Vitalia was no exception.
Needless to say, she felt the overwhelming desire to tell her friend the news—and to hopefully hear the same from her. Sitting down on her bed, Vitalia gingerly set the letter down on her lap before grabbing her phone and dialing Nova’s number. As soon as the first ring sounded, the girl grinned in excitement.
”Ahh, pick up soon, Nova!”