Details of Tsuna's condition will be explained in the bottom author's note.
Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
"Tsu-kun!" Nana smiled, looking kindly at her four-year-old son, "Do you want to draw the picture or do you want me to do it?"
The little brown haired boy stared up at his smiling mother across him. The two of them sat face-to-face at a little circular table in his room. On the table, was a piece of paper and a stencil in the shape of an elephant. Scattered across the table surface, were an array of coloured pencils and crayons.
"Me," he replied quietly, picking up a purple crayon and holding it out expectantly to his mother.
Nana looked at her son carefully before she took the crayon and contemplatively drew around the elephant stencil. This had happened before. She would ask a simple question and he would reply in a manner that didn't correspond with the actions he follows with.
But she knew why he did so.
She placed the purple crayon down and slid across the ground until she kneeled in front of her son. Tsuna's innocent brown eyes stared up at her questioningly before Nana enveloped him in a tight hug.
Tsuna didn't know why his mother hugged him suddenly. He didn't mind, though. His mother's hugs were always warm and comfortable. When his mother finally released him, Tsuna nodded before turning to the mess of coloured pencils on the table.
Without a word, Tsuna started to align the pencils in a straight line, in order of longest to shortest. As the little boy started to organise the crayons, the home phone rang shrilly from across the hall.
Nana stood up and moved towards the ringing object, picking it up and answering it swiftly.
"Ah, is this Sawada Nana?"
"Yes, it is she."
"Good afternoon. This is Dr. Shamal."
"Good afternoon, doctor. How can I help you?"
"I'm calling about your son's conditions."
"Yes. The tests have replied back and we have indeed confirmed that your son has been diagnosed with autism."
"Autism?" Nana felt her blood rush out of her face.
"It's a complicated condition and is hard to speak about over the phone. Would you like to make an appointment?"
The time and date of the appointment were made swiftly. Little Tsuna had overheard bits of the conversation but had no idea what was going on then.
And what was this thing called "autism"? It didn't sound very good.
Tsuna thought no more about it as he continued to move the crayons into a straight line.
"I will now hand out the results of the IQ test survey you did the other day," Reborn-sensei announced, "Please come out when your name is called."
Reborn started to call out a long list of generic names, glancing at each IQ number before giving the results to the intended student. Some were average and some were low but none of them were high. Then again, he only classified people with an IQ of over 180 to be "high". Stupid pupils.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi," he called as he glanced at the little mark on the piece of paper.
'Fifty? This child has an IQ of fifty?'
Reborn waited expectantly for his student to come up to receive his mark. The kid didn't budge as he continued to stare out one of the classroom windows. Reborn frowned before coughing and speaking loudly, "Sawada Tsunayoshi."
The brown eyes of his student widened slightly before his head snapped to the front as he answered with a loud, "Yes!"
"Come and collect your quiz."
Sawada Tsunayoshi walked towards the teacher's table in silence. His classmates stared down on him in scorn before loud murmurs erupted on either side of him.
Tsuna ignored all this. It was routine. Everyone did the same thing outside and inside, whispering and silently laughing right after. He never knew what they were laughing about, though. He was never included in these kinds of things.
As Tsuna collected his result quietly, the door of his classroom slid open, revealing a pair of golden eyes and equally golden hair.
The student sporting the lazy smile upon his handsome face, dressed in his impeccably clean uniform, bowed slightly before requesting for "Reborn-sensei" which, in turn, resulted in quiet giggles from Tsuna's female classmates.
Tsuna knew this student. He was famous everywhere he went, even outside of school. From his intended messy blond hair (which matched Tsuna's own hairstyle) to his newly polished shoes, Vongola Giotto was the student council president of Namimori High. Three quarters of the female population were after him, half of which were turned down within seconds. His outgoing attitude accompanied with his natural intelligence and impeccable manners resulted in teachers loving him. What's more, the achievement of becoming the Student Council President as well as being on the top of every class he attended granted him the nickname "Primo", used by peers and upperclassmen alike.
"Ah, good timing, Vongola. I have something to discuss with you," Reborn stated before turning to his awestruck class, "You guys, do whatever you want just keep it down."
Reborn walked outside as Giotto flashed a warm smile before following his teacher and closing the door behind him.
There was a moment of complete silence as the underlying menace in Reborn's words accompanied with the afterimage of Giotto's dazzling smile burned into everyone's brains before loud murmurs erupted everywhere. Tsuna's brain wandered, unconsciously listening in to a conversation that seemed louder than everyone else's.
"Haha! I got a better mark than you."
"Stupid Yakyuu-baka. That mark isn't a one. You can't have an IQ of over one thousand."
"I know, but let's just pretend I could."
One of the two speakers, the person known as "Yakyuu-baka", turned to the silent brown-haired boy who sat towards the back of the class looking at them. He got out of his chair and smiled a blinding smile.
"So how did you go, Sawada-san?"
Tsuna looked up before cocking his head to the side, "How did you go in what?"
The person who was still currently labelled as "Yakyuu-baka", frowned, "How did Sawada-san go in the IQ test?"
"Oh. Um… I got a fifty."
Tsuna swore that he could've been able to hear a pin drop on carpeted flooring with how silent the classroom had become.
"Good. You guys listened to me for once," a voice spoke as the classroom door slid open. A couple of people jumped at the sound.
"Sawada, go to the Student Council office," Reborn commanded.
Tsuna stood up slowly as many of his classmates started coughing to hide their laughter. Tsuna didn't know why they were coughing so much. Did they all come down with the flu? He continued to ponder about this as he made his way to the Student Council office.
There was no one in the corridors as Tsuna made his way to the Student Council office. Voices drifting from classrooms followed him everywhere he went before he finally found the little corner that had recently become the home of the Student Council.
As Tsuna was to raise his hand to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing a raven-haired boy holding a pair of silver tonfas. Tsuna blinked at the sight. He had seen this person somewhere before.
"Move." Venom laced his voice as the person at the doorway raised his tonfas threateningly towards Tsuna's neck, "Unless you want me to bite you to death."
Tsuna blinked at the tonfas by his neck before replying quietly, "But you don't want to be bitten."
"Ah, Hibari, stop. That kid doesn't know what you're insinuating. Leave him alone," a voice said from inside the room.
The boy, Hibari, frowned before walking away. Tsuna blinked at the trail of jacket behind the retreating figure before facing the door again.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi. Come in."
Tsuna had never stepped foot in the Student Council office before. He didn't think that there would be so much paper.
Giotto sat behind a wooden desk covered with books and pens, gesturing at a seat opposite of him. "Sit down," he said warmly.
Tsuna, who was still by the doorway, sat on the floor, wondering why the Student Council President asked him to sit in such a place.
Giotto blinked before letting out a small chuckle. "So this is what Reborn-sensei meant," he said to himself before turning to the brown-haired boy sitting on the floor, "Sit on the chair in front of my desk, please."
Tsuna frowned at the strange request of sitting somewhere else but didn't voice his confusion. He simply stood up, not taking note of Giotto's hand, which was in front of him to help him up, and walked over to the chair in front of his desk.
"So, Tsuna, how are you today?"
Giotto nearly frowned at the boy. His failure to follow directions and carry on a conversation was starting to become a bit frustrating.
"I'll get to the point then," Giotto started, "Do you have any conditions that the school doesn't know about such as disabilities or disorders?"
Tsuna shook his head.
"Then do you have any conditions at all?"
"What are they?"
Tsuna shook his head.
Giotto sighed and scratched the back of his head. They weren't going anywhere with this but Giotto thought of a resolution to this problem almost immediately. He took out a pen and started writing a letter.
"Tell you what," he said to the brown-haired boy who was busy aligning the pens on his desk in length order, "Could you give this to your parents for me?"
Tsuna didn't respond, pleased with the progress he was making with the pens.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi!" Giotto almost yelled, successfully grabbing the boy's attention, "Could you give this piece of paper to your parents?"
Giotto pointed at the single piece of paper, which was now covered in neat, tidy writing.
Giotto wished to smash his head against the desk. He picked up the piece of paper and placed it in Tsuna's hands.
"Give it to your parents. You can go back to class now."
"How was your talk with the kid?" G. asked, shuffling a couple of papers before giving them to a teacher who was waiting expectantly outside of the office.
"He did a good job of organising my pens," Giotto replied, gesturing at the impeccably neat row of length-ordered pens on the opposite side of his desk.
G. frowned before smirking, "That's probably the neatest your desk has ever been."
The red head waited for a retaliation of some sort but was surprised to not receive any. After a couple of minutes, Giotto left the office with a stack of papers in his hand. Thinking that it was about time he left the office too, G. glanced around the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
There it was, standing proudly in a stack of white. Giotto's form of retaliation to the jibe about the desk he had given before. In return, Giotto piled up a mass of documents for him to look over and sign off. On top of the massive stack of papers was a small post-it note. On it:
Hey, G. Thanks for taking care of my work. You're the best. (:
"Fuck you, man," G. muttered.
"How was school today, Tsu-kun?" Nana asked cheerfully as she heard her son enter the front door.
Nana stopped marinating the chicken breast in front of her to turn to her only son. She noticed a piece of paper Tsuna was holding.
"What's this?" she asked, taking the paper.
Tsuna went upstairs and closed his bedroom door behind him.
Nana turned back to her cooking as she read the note.
Dear Parent/Guardian of Sawada Tsunayoshi,
I am Vongola Giotto, Student Council President of your son's school. Some teachers and peers have been worried of your son's lack of interaction with his classmates as well as his inability to comprehend gestures made by other people. Although we understand it is in your son's best interest that the school does not know about certain disabilities or disorders, it is, by school policy, compulsory, in order to maintain the wellbeing of other students.
I have asked Tsuna about this and it seems as though he, himself, doesn't know. I wish to talk to you about this sometime in the near future. If there is anytime convenient for you to discuss this matter, please call the school and ask for me as soon as possible.
Thankyou for your understanding.
Nana let out the breath she didn't realise she had been holding. She knew this day would some time soon. Looking at the clock on the kitchen wall, she knew that the school was still currently open.
She walked towards the home phone and picked it up gingerly. She dialled the number that was written underneath the signed name and breathed evenly as the dial tone started to ring.
"Hello, this is Vongola Giotto speaking, how can I help you?"
"Ah, I am Sawada Nana, Tsuna's mother."
"Sawada-san! I didn't expect a call so soon. Thankyou for calling."
"Is there a certain time you would wish to discuss the matter?"
"Oh. I stay at home for most of the days. I don't particularly mind when."
"I see. Well, I'm free during the afternoons of some days, but any time as soon as possible would be good. We wish to act as soon as possible."
Nana's eyes drifted towards the chicken that was half marinated, "Would you like to come over for dinner tonight at six? We could discuss afterwards."
"Of course. I will see you then. Thankyou again, Sawada-san."
"It's fine. Goodbye, Vongola-san."
At six o'clock sharp, the doorbell of the Sawada residence rang.
Nana opened the door nervously, revealing a pair of golden eyes and equally golden hair.
So, Tsuna has autism. That's a bit blunt, isn't it?
Specifically, Tsuna has PDD-NOS, which is "Pervasive Developmental Disorder – Not Otherwise Specified" or atypical autism.
This condition is not as, for lack of better word, "hardcore" as the other two main cases of autism (classic autism and Asperger syndrome) but hinders social interaction and causes the repetition of actions (just on a lower scale).
Wiki's a good site to know more but for this story, not much is needed.
I know the beginning, I know the end, but the middle part of the story is still murky for me. If you like how this has started, please leave a review and that will encourage me to write more and think about this.
Thankyou for reading.