[Vongola Boss: Tsunayoshi Sawada, 24 years old]
[At age 14, under the tutelage of the world’s number one hitman, Reborn, he became the Tenth Generation successor of the Vongola Family.]
[At 18, he officially assumed the position of Vongola Boss. Officially titled the New First Generation Boss, but commonly referred to within the underworld as the Tenth.]
[Currently unmarried. Numerous Mafia families have attempted political marriages—all rejected.]
[According to the man himself, he has a girlfriend studying in Japan. Said girlfriend has never appeared at any formal occasions.]
[Reliable source: On X date, shortly after becoming the Tenth successor, Tsunayoshi Sawada publicly confessed to a girl on the street. Said girl is the younger sister of the Vongola Sun Guardian. It is speculated that she is the mysterious girlfriend of the Vongola Boss.]
[…]
Molly couldn’t read another word.
Her breathing hitched as she hurriedly flipped to the file on the Vongola Sun Guardian.
The Sun Guardian… was actually Ryohei Sasagawa—the boxing club captain from Namimori Middle School ten years ago.
Of course she knew him. He’d been a celebrity at school.
And his younger sister… wasn’t that Kyoko Sasagawa—their classmate?
“What kind of joke is this?!”
Molly shot to her feet, pacing the room in disbelief.
“This date… isn’t this the day after I left Namimori?!”
“I had just left the night before, and the very next day he confessed to another girl?!”
What kind of scumbag was that?!
Back then, he’d clung to her like glue, barely even speaking to anyone else—let alone having anything to do with Kyoko…
Had he been lying to her all along?
Ten Years Ago
When Molly first transferred to Namimori Middle School because of her father’s job, she couldn’t adapt at all.
She had always attended elite all-girls schools. She’d never interacted much with “ordinary” students—much less boys.
So she wrapped herself in arrogance and coldness, using it as armor to hide her anxiety, loneliness, and fear.
She kept to herself. Her temper was terrible. No one wanted to be her friend.
Instead, more and more people disliked her. A few classmates constantly mocked her.
Molly wasn’t good with people to begin with. Her prideful, untouchable image was just a façade. After being provoked several times, she snapped and blurted out:
“I could get a boyfriend anytime I want.”
They burst into laughter and demanded she prove it—right then and there.
But school was already over. There were no boys left.
They just wanted to humiliate her.
Molly froze under their laughter, her eyes reddening with humiliation.
And then—
Tsunayoshi Sawada appeared.
He’d stayed behind for cleaning duty, bullied like always. Carrying a bucket, he stumbled, tripped, and fell flat on the floor—soaked and utterly miserable.
Amid the laughter, he couldn’t even lift his head.
Even though he’d done nothing wrong, he kept apologizing over and over.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Molly didn’t laugh.
Looking at the drenched, fragile boy sitting on the ground, she suddenly said:
“Hey. Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
He froze. Slowly, he lifted his head, staring at her in disbelief.
“Huh? Y-you’re talking to me?”
“Obviously. Who else would I be talking to?”
Seeing someone even more helpless than herself made her own fear disappear.
She glared at him fiercely.
“You’ll agree, right?”
It sounded like a question—but her tone left no room for refusal.
The boy hesitated, glancing past her at the malicious classmates behind her. He swallowed hard.
“But… why me?”
Why was he hesitating?!
Molly grew anxious, irritated. She could practically hear the whispers behind her—mocking her for bluffing, for failing.
Panicking, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
It was the first time she’d ever touched a boy like that.
His hand was larger than hers. Warmer.
She wanted to pull away—but forced herself not to.
Her heart pounded wildly as she forced the words out:
“Because… because I like you, Sawada… Don’t you want to?”
“….”
He held his breath, eyes wide in shock.
After a long silence, he smiled.
“I understand… I’m willing, Amemiya-san.”
What happened after that became a blur.
She was overwhelmed with shame and regret. She’d lied.
For the first time in her life—she had lied.
That night, she decided she would tell him the truth the next day.
But things kept happening.
She never found the chance.
Instead, she was dragged into more schemes, more provocations—until she ended up making a cruel bet:
Make him truly fall for her… then dump him.
She hated herself for it.
Why did she always say things she couldn’t take back?
Why couldn’t she just be honest?
Like a hedgehog, she hurt everyone who came close.
And yet—
She grew used to his kindness.
Relied on it.
Clung to it.
He was good.
Too good.
No one except her mother had ever treated her so well.
But she knew—
He only treated her that way because she had lied and said she liked him.
Even when she later pushed him away, said she hated him again and again—
He never complained.
He accepted everything.
Said she was wonderful.
But she wasn’t.
She was awful.
And when the truth was finally exposed—
She ran.
She didn’t even dare look at him.
Didn’t dare respond when he called her name.
That same night, she found her father waiting at home—disheveled, frantic, almost unhinged.
“We have to go. Now! That person is coming—my plan’s been discovered!”
“If I fail this mission, we’ll both die!”
“We’ll die if we stay, too! That monster is coming!”
He didn’t even finish packing. He just grabbed her and fled into the night.
Molly cried, begging to say goodbye to her friends.
Her father’s response was cold:
“Do you want us both to die here?”
She froze.
As the car sped through the night, she pressed herself against the window, staring back at Tsuna’s house—
Hoping for one last glimpse.
Wanting to say goodbye.
To say sorry.
To tell him—
That “I like you” started as a lie… but became real.
But she knew—
He would never believe her.
And she would never get the chance.
For ten years, that moment haunted her dreams.
Sometimes she dreamed she met him before leaving—crying as she hugged him goodbye.
Sometimes she stayed, confessed everything, and he forgave her.
Sometimes…
They just lived ordinary days together.
Walking to school. Sharing lunch. Passing notes. Holding hands.
Every time she woke—
She was crying.
The happier the dream…
The more painful the awakening.
And now—
This file told her that the very next day after she left—
He confessed to someone else.
Then what had everything been?
Her regret… her guilt… her longing…
All just a joke?
Was she the only fool who took it seriously?
Even now—was she still being played?
“…I’m such an idiot.”
Late at night, Molly clutched her blanket and broke down in tears.