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“You’re in my room.”
The glint in Hibari’s eyes was dangerous, unrelenting. Most saw it as a warning, but Adelheid took it for what it really was: an invitation.
“There must be a mistake, Hibari-san,” she said coolly. “Have you checked the reservations? Room 1820 is my room.” Knowing Hibari, she wouldn’t have put it past him to have bypassed Tsuna’s arrangements altogether and claimed the room he felt suited him best. “You’re welcome to stay, of course. Unlike you, I don’t bite.”
Hibari’s grip on his tonfas tightened. Adelheid smirked. Lucerne was about to get a lot more interesting.
“Oh, so that’s how you want to play it,” she said, reaching for her fans. “Very well.”
Half an hour later, as Adelheid ducked the tonfa Hibari aimed at her head, the door swung open.
“Hibari-san!”
“Adel!”
Adelheid halted, her fan brushing Hibari’s throat. Tsuna and Enma stood in the doorway, looking alarmed.
“You’re fighting already? But we just got here!” Tsuna exclaimed, like the entire existence of the Vongola’s Tenth Generation wasn’t just constant sparring.
“Tsuna-san,” Adelheid said, bowing quickly. Hibari, naturally, remained unmoved. “Perhaps you can help us resolve our dispute. See, our room assignment—”
Tsuna shook his head. “You’re roommates,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I-Pin must have forgotten to tell you.”
Adelheid blinked. Roommates? She glanced at Hibari, whose scowl ever-so-subtly tightened.
“I only just found out,” said Enma, wilting under Hibari’s glare. “Sorry, Adel. I would’ve told you sooner.”
“Still useless, even after all these years.” Reborn appeared seemingly out of nowhere dressed in traditional Swiss garb, right down to the lederhosen. He smacked Tsuna and Enma over the head with a rolled-up guidebook.
“You’re the one who made the room arrangements!” Tsuna protested, rubbing his head with a wince.
Adelheid raised an eyebrow. “There’s only one bed,” she said. “Surely you don’t expect us to—”
“You’re allies,” said Reborn. “And adults. Figure it out yourselves.”
“Please,” said Tsuna. Both he and Enma were now blushing furiously. “It’s only for a few days. Try not to break anything. Er, well—” He surveyed the scene with a grimace, noting the crooked painting on the wall, the flowerpot Adelheid had roundhouse-kicked and shattered to the floor. “Anything else.”
With that, the three of them left the room, Enma still quite red in the face as he mouthed, I’m sorry.
Adelheid turned back to Hibari, who reluctantly lowered his tonfas. “I get the bed,” Adelheid said.
Hibari grunted, the closest to agreement she’d probably ever get from him. “Wake me up,” he said, “and I’ll bite you to death.”
“Oh?” Adelheid smiled. Maybe this was an arrangement she could work with after all. “I’d like to see you try.”