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For all his complaining and bargaining, everyone—even Tsuna himself—knew full well that the young Vongola Deicmo wasn’t getting anywhere with Reborn. Once the baby hitman decided on something, there was no changing his mind. Even if they had decided to go for the democratic route, from the looks of things, it seemed as if the majority of the guardians were taking the news surprisingly well—rather positively, in fact. The room was a cacophony of yelling and laughter, with much of the latter coming from Yamamoto. He always enjoyed how lively things were when they all gathered like this. If anything, it would have made him feel more unsettled had they been having a quiet, collected discussion right now. The last few times he could remember being a part of such a meeting had been during serious times of dire danger and stress. Because of that, he had come to associate all this noise with times of peace, since they didn’t have room to be so carefree otherwise. Noting that a certain bomber was looking at him, Yamamoto turned to grin at the other boy. ”So I guess that was what those lessons Reborn gave us were for, huh?” Lifting a hand, he sheepishly scratched at the back of his neck before continuing, ”To be honest, I’m having some trouble remembering a couple—”—correction, all—”—of the families we discussed so…I’ll be looking to you for guidance.” He let out a laugh, feeling no shame in admitting that he had pretty much forgotten everything. He was sure that Gokudera had retained more of the information than any of them anyways. At that point, Tsuna finally gave up with trying to argue with Reborn. When the boy slumped down beside Yamamoto with a groan, the rain guardian cheerfully pat his friend on the back. ”Cheer up! Think of it as a school exchange or something! It’ll be fun!” He chirped, ever the beacon of positivity. Beside them, Lambo threw his arms up in the air and yelled that he was going to conquer his class and make them all his subordinates. Although it didn’t look like he had fully grasped the lightning guardian’s words, Yamamoto’s smile spread even wider. ”See? Lambo is excited too!” *** Vitalia perked up with her friend answered, only for the other girl’s greeting to startle a laugh out of her. To be completely fair, she knew the feeling of sleeping until noon all too well, and always relished in being able to do so. ”Haha, sorry for waking you up! I just have some exciting news to share is all!” She bounced a little on her bed as if unable to contain herself, but she remained silent when she heard shuffling noises from the line. Wondering if she should wait until Nova was a little more awake to discuss this, she cocked her head to the side at the flat, slightly drawn-out “yay”. It wasn’t until a moment later—after she heard the faint voice of Nova’s mother—did she realize what the sleepy exclamation must have been in response to. As soon as her hunch was confirmed, Vitalia’s lips curved into a smile. ”Yes, I did!” She replied, glancing down at the letter in her lap and running her fingers over the page, ”I’m so glad that we both got in! I definitely think that I’ll be a little homesick, but I should be okay since you’ll be there with me, and—” She suddenly fell silent as she forcibly stopped herself. Sucking in a deep breath, she held it for a few seconds before letting it out with an audible “woosh”. Feeling a little more collected now, she ducked her head and let out a short, embarrassed laugh. ”Sorry to be so rambunctious when you’ve just woken up. This has just really made my day.” Though now that she knew they had both gotten in, Vitalia realized that there was a lot of planning that had to be done. Packing, buying things they’d need, letting the necessary people know that they’d be leaving—a new list of responsibilities had materialized as soon as she had read her acceptance letter. Ever the stickler for planning things, she immediately reached for the notepad and bed on her bedside table so that she could jot down a list of things she would need to buy and to do in preparation for leaving. ”Mm, I really don’t know what to expect. This will be my first time living in a dorm. You too, right, Nova?”

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