“Oh, fuck,” Squalo says, thankfully at about a quarter of his normal volume, as he tumbles to lean against the wall beside Xanxus. “This is like with that shitty Bronco all fucking over again, don’t you fucking dare.”

He fires a Dying Will Shot at the child he's been sent here to tutor by the Vongola Ninth. What he expects is for Tsunayoshi Sawada to burst into Sky Flames; he’s from Primo’s Line, after all, for all that he’s timid and Sealed. And he does, but rather than the brilliant orange ethereal Flames he was expecting they're darker and denser.