AN: Hello dear readers!~ I'm sorry for this snippet being so late, but real life is a pain in the toushie.

And I did NOT expect the amount of love for this story! Thank you guys so much for your continued love and support for this humble tale, retelling the adventures of Class 5 Mass Seduction Weapon Sawada Tsunayoshi!

Now I give you...three characters for the price of one drabble! Although one isn't as much trolled by cuteness but using it to their advantage...Also, more Hibari.

And we finally see why under all the sweet manners, Kyoko is someone to be greatly feared.

"Ah, Tsuna-kun..." She muttered, distracted. When faced with another fellow master of the art of cute, Kyoko's Moe Meter was rising with every second. She could sense a worthy rival as she stared at Tsuna's overwhelmingly powerful face.

His eyes were open wide but not wide enough to seem odd (Position 3.5, the "Pleading Doe"variation of the Kitten Theroem, Kyoko silently approved the quality). His head tilt was perfectly angled at exactly 22.35 degrees to the left, the best angle to show off his hair and skin while factoring in the light of the room, creating the impression that he was glowing. The brunet was not pouting, but with that beautifully subtle placing of the jaw he created the illusion of both innocence and pleading...! Kyoko barely stopped herself from applauding out loud.

And the last, most superb finishing touch...was the unconscious innocence radiating from the expression. Tsuna's honest ignorance of his own powers of emotional manipulation was enough to influence Kyoko, a certified Master of Cute and Moe, Valedictorian of the Class of 20XX!

Wonderful. Truly wonderful! Kyoko could feel her excitement growing. All this wonderful potential! He isn't even consciously exploiting it! Which means...I can exploit it for him.

"Hey, Tsuna-kun, do you mind doing me a favour?"

Mukuro could feel himself sweating. Any man in his position would be too if he was faced with such daunting foes.

"Mukuro-san...please? Would you not consider it?" Kyoko widened her eyes. The illusionary flowers bloomed with a will around her. "Would you please...model these for me?" Her expression was powerful, sunny and cheerful but with beautifully subtle hints of anticipation woven in. In her hands she held a monstrous pile of clothing, which spoke of hours of torment, being pricked with pins, and general misery and despair.

Tsuna was beside her, his expression generating sparkles. He was clenching the hem of his jumper, and the collar dragged down just so that his collarbone peeked out...he could already feel himself drooling. Mukuro's instincts, however, were screaming at him to get out of here, get away, now! But...collarbone! And Cuteness!

...everyone was mistaken. Tsuna's Flame simply cannot be Sky; it had to be Cute. The most powerful Element of them all.

Shaken, Mukuro stared at his doom. He was in Hell right now, and all his knowledge didn't prepare him for this.

Oh, was there no one who could rescue him from this torment?

At that moment, the door opened, and Hibari walked through the door.

Immediately, the skylark paled at the sight of two slight figures. Even facing the other way, the Cloud Guardian could feel the full power of the cuteness beam being aimed at Mukuro. Normally, he wouldn't bat an eye at Mukuro being in trouble, but he wouldn't wish being sandwiched between those two on his worst enemy.

Over the two of them, Mukuro sent his most pleading look, silently begging for salvation, dignity be damned.

Hibari merely shook his head. Something passed between the two of them, the sympathy of fellow victims to Extreme Moe (capital letters completely warranted). The Cloud Guardian then immediately beat a very hasty retreat while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "good luck".

Mukuro felt like crying.

Kyoko honed in on his moment of weakness like a shark. A very adorable shark. "Now just hold still, Mukuro-san..."

AN: In case you were wondering, Mukuro is now forced as a living mannequin for Kyoko.

Somehow, I couldn't end this one, as it just dragged on and on, but meh.

Drop the starving author a review?