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There was just no way that he’d signed up for this. Seriously. High school freshman. In Japan. Shitty student. Played the most common and popular sport in all of Japan. Empahsize that again. Japan.
But, geeze, Tsuna was just such a messed up muddled mess. What else could he do? Tsuna was just a tumbled up ball of fucked-up-ed-ness, and what could Takashi do but to try to fix it?
That’s who Takashi is, he’s a soother, a fixer, a let’s-make-this-right-er.
And yeah, that somehow got him mixed up in an honest-to-God Italian mafia Godfather-Scarface style, but really, wasn’t this supposed to happen?
Isn’t that why, his whole life, he’s been the one aching to calm troubled water, so to speak?