It was a warm winter morning, after a heavy snowfall. Tsuna was cooped up in his office, tackling the paperwork while his guardians and some other people who came to visit played in the snow for awhile.

While he was signing his 23rd paper for today, a thin veil of mist captured his attention. Setting down his pen, he leaned back into his comfy leather seat and greeted the man standing behind him without turning back. "Hello, Kawahira." he said.

"Hello, Decimo. It's been a long time since I've last seen you," greeted the man back with equal fervour.

"And I to you. But you're not here just for that, right?" Tsuna questioned him.

"Yes and no. I did come here to visit a friend." Kawahira replied before shifting his attention towards the activity going on outside.

"How terrible it is to love something Death can touch." Kawahira spoke quietly, eyes trained at the people below.

"But that's were the beauty lies, Kawahira. Because it can be touched by death, we are afraid." Tsuna glanced at the picture on his desk, a picture that was taken during a spring festival. "But because of our fear of losing it, we love them and treasure them more." Tsuna cast a smile at Kawahira.

The man stared for a minute longer, his gaze focused on Yuni and Aria. "I guess you're right, Decimo." said Kawahira before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

Getting up from his seat, Tsuna approached the window and gazed at the view below, eyes filled with love as he watched his guardians and people he's close with. "I know I am, Kawahira."