A/N: EDITED 17-09-18

Alright... I've finally done it!

I've actually gotten around to writing what I have wanted to write for sooooo long!

Her ladyship is back! And she is ready to share what a lot of you have been waiting for for like... is it almost a year? It feels like it's almost been a year, But her ladyship has been busy with studies and her interest has rarely allowed her to write on this, but now I have finally succeeded.

You have no idea how hard it was to write the canon names, my brain was constantly telling me to use "Cecilia" in stead of "Tsuna"! I had to practically beat myself over the head in order to get the names right, I hope you humans appretiate what I'm doing for you!

Scene 1:

Gnawing sensation

If someone were to walk straight up to you on the street and ask you the question:

"Where can I find Sawada Tsunako?"

Your immediate response would most likely be somewhere along the lines of:

"Why the fuck are you looking for Sawada?"

Or, if you are not one to curse, you could respond with:

"Dame-Tsuna? No one cares where she lives."

Or, the always popular:

"You're new in town, aren't you?"

The reason behind this, is because Sawada Tsunako, ever since she was five years old, has been practically shunned by everyone around her own age, those younger than her having somehow been brainwashed into thinking she's the perfect older sister, and those in their twenties and older somehow getting the idea that she's a sweet girl that they should feel sorry for.

The thing is, these feelings for her happened rather out of the blue. One day she'd gone about her day like any other child and almost the very next day she had turned into the main target for the hateful gazes of her peers.

Now, why would a teenage girl be the main target to the heated glares and stress-relief of the other teens around her?

Well, for one, she is absolutely disgusting.

The girl probably never washes with the way her hair is in a constant state of a greasy birds-nest on top of her head, so if that wasn't an indicator to her hygene nothing were. She also seem to shy away from any form of cosmetics as though they were posessed by the devil.

Another would be that the girl is absolutely stupid and clumsy.

There hasn't been one test in school that Dame-Tsuna has even come close to passing, and it would appear as though the girl could trip over thin air, always being the cause of her teams losses during physical class or even accidentally tripping into people when walking through the corridors of the school buildings and just being a great nuisance to everyone. And yet, the teaches just pat her on the head and tells her not to worry about it too much, allowing her to move up the grades despite her scores, mocking every other student that plows through their studies.

She's never opened a text book that pathetic suck up!

The worst part, however, was that she was terribly rude.

Every time someone has tried to speak to Tsuna, she either pretends as though she's not hearing you, or she gives you a long look before looking away as though you're not right behind her trying to make a conversation, as though you are not worthy of her attention.

She should see it as a privilege if anyone wanted to talk to her.

Some have even tried to resort to drastic measures in an attempt at making Tsuna at least let out a sound, but she always clammed her mouth shut, not allowing even a groan to escape her lips.

So why would anyone ever come looking for such an absolutely disgusting waste of human D.N.A?

April 16

Thursday 2215

She was turning sixteen that year.

And for whatever reason, for the past few days, she's felt as though her relatively normal life up to this point was terribly wrong. Something was going to happen, and soon. It was gnawing at the back of her mind, telling her that something wasn't right. She couldn't tell what exactly, she never did, but she'd learned to pay attention to those feelings.

With a sigh, she turned her light brown eyes back towards the canvas stationed in front of her, resuming the movement of her slender arm guiding the tiny limb that was her right hand holding the brush.

She had different sized and colored flecks of paint splattered all over the white short jeans overalls she always wore when painting, the orange T-shirt under it was left unharmed. Her messy, shoulder-length golden brown hair had been tied up into an equally messy bun at the back of her head, she was worried she might have to cut off the elastic if she were ever going to get her hair down again.

Painting was one of the only things she could do right. One of the only things that managed to give her piece.

The thing that had caused her to pause in the first place, had been the sudden sound of a bird singing over her head.

Being in the 23rd century, real birds that hadn't been born and developed in special animal restoration laboratories were a rare thing to find. Those creatures developed in labs never quite sounded right, but those born in nature always did. And this one bird had sounded real.

With a final smear between the darker and lighter color of green, Tsuna allowed herself to lean back and take a look at the final result of her six hours on the porch.

She had skipped half the school-day that day.

It wasn't really something that she usually did, but some days, her classmates just got too much for her to handle, even with all of her experience with them.

This weeks painting was a forest clearing, a clearing that she'd actually painted several times before in different weathers and seasons. In this painting, the tree's greenery parted ways for the piercing rays of the sun, allowing the bright white flowers mixed in with the grass to glow as they basked in the light's warmth. She allowed her eyes to wander over the expertly placed shadowing, a small smile playing on her lips.

She's always been proud of her sense of shadows.

She had no idea why that clearing became a reoccurring subject in her paintings, she never went into her weekly paintings knowing what she's going to paint, she just lets it become what she finds it becoming, and more often than not, she found herself painting the same clearing.

Settling the painting down, leaning it against the wall of the house, Tsuna set to cleaning up her supplies. Carefully putting each utensil back into the wooden briefcase in which they had their home, making sure they were all spotless so as to not color the wood inside of the case. Every single utensil Tsuna owned has its own assigned spot, and she always triple-checked that everything was in place before she set the case down way out of reach for her bare feet.

Precautionary rituals that have been integrated into her lifestyle over the years.

Picking up the painting with great care, making sure that the image wouldn't touch anything, Tsuna carried the canvas up the stairs to her bedroom, the attic door thankfully already standing open so she could just ascend the remaining steps until she was standing in her absolute mess of sleeping quarters.

Expertly navigating over the junk-covered floor, Tsuna picked down last weeks painting portraying a glowing cityscape and replaced it with the one she'd just finished. This particular spot on the wall was something she'd designated as the "drying spot", or simply "painting of the week". Once upon a time, she'd tried to put each and every one of her paintings up on the wall, but as said time passed, the number of paintings increased, until she discovered that trying to fit all of her paintings on the walls would literally cover her walls. Now, the paintings from the previous weeks were stashed at the back of her closet, the only place she could put them really as her bedroom had a severe lack of storage space.

After having fetched her art-supplies from downstairs, the young woman changed out of her paint-splattered clothing, putting them on a hanger she'd previously set out in case she'd wound up with more splatters on them, which always happened. It wouldn't matter if the walls were splattered with paint, Tsuna was thinking about re-painting them sometime soon anyways so it didn't matter to her.

With the paint splattered article of clothing hanging on the wall as well, Tsuna changed into a pair of jeans hot-pants and a pink and white striped sweater who's sleeves went way past her wrists and clung to her figure in the most comfortable way possible.

Her clothing was practically the only things in Tsuna's bedroom aside from her art-supplies and desk stationaries that actually had a proper, designated place where she's decided they belong, and thus… one of the few things in her bedroom that actually have some semblance of order to them.

Her flood was covered with discarded papers, books, half-filled sketch-books, make-up of different pharmacy-bought brands, jewelry, other types of accessories such as shoes, purses, hats. Not to mention the small collection of antique toys her father had bought her from overseas over the years for her birthday, Christmas's, and really whenever he wanted to as she was growing up.

Some toys he had gotten her were simply too beautiful to be put away, which the majority of the boys had been, and so, they had made their place in her bedroom and beautiful decorations that were rarely seen through the rest of the mess that covered her floor.

Thankfully, she knew where to put her feet so she wouldn't step on them.

Her mother never once tried to step into her room because of this.

She really needed to get more storage space….

At the moment, however, that didn't matter to her as she allowed herself to drop down into the very comfortable office-chair standing in front of her desk.

Breathing in the strong scent of fresh oil-pain, she popped open her laptop.

Her life was… to put it simply…

Boring.

She had just graduated middle-school with barely passing grades and started high-school just two weeks ago. Somehow she had gotten a strange idea that high-school was going to be different. For it to finally give some change in the lifestyle she's had for the past almost eleven years.

A good change.

How wrong she was.

High-school was just the same, if not worse.

Where middle-school had been filled with kids sporting low self-esteem at the beginning of puberty, high-school was a gathering of hormonal carnivores that had just developed their claws and fangs, just waiting for something so sink those new aspects of them into.

And more often than not, it just so happened that that little something was Tsuna.

She couldn't help it, she really, physically couldn't. No matter how many lessons she took in classical ballet, her sense of balance remained just the same. Nonexistent whenever she actually paid attention to it. She could trip over practically anything, the ballet just gave her the reflexes that prevented her from falling on her nose all the time. She also had this thing with test-taking situations where she would find herself completely unable to focus during times of stress. She would try to sit down and take a test and just find her brain crumbling.

She hasn't passed a test since, ever.

She really couldn't help it though, and thankfully, the teachers were well aware of this fact. The only reason she was able to graduate from Middle-school was that she'd passed her homework-assignments with flying colors, and the teachers had allowed her to prove her knowledge through other means than sitting down and take a test, and thankfully, she'd managed to pass them with enough points to survive the grade.

Adults were the only ones that understood, or even knew that Tsuna really couldn't help everything she was being picked on for. It truly wasn't her fault that her brain had absolutely refused to fully develop, making it so that Tsuna's functions completely fell apart whenever she tried to motivate herself to do something or even decide on anything in particular.

Just the thought of calmly putting one foot in front of the other caused her to trip over thin air.

The doctors had no idea what to do about it, and so, Tsuna just had to live with it.

The mere factor that she'd managed to graduate from Middle-school was a huge step for her.

But now, she was stuck in a class filled with hormonal monsters that were all trying to make themselves feel better by trying to make her feel like something less than human, making it so that Tsuna had come to regret her one moment of actual good luck in life.

And so, she buried herself in her own little world of art and dance.

Had she been any normal person, she probably would have ended her apparent suffering a long time ago, but Sawada Tsunako was not a normal person. At least, she didn't think she was.

She was her father's daughter, and even if there were only a few traits that the two of them shared, the almost overpowering strength of will and stubbornness made it all the easier for Tsuna to power through every day that passed by, even if the man that had given her those traits in the first place wasn't there.

The gnawing sensation was back, and with it came the strong, very, very strong, suspicion that something was about to happen to her, something that would change her life completely.

She would just have to suck it up and deal with her life as it was until that day finally came.

April 17

Friday 2215

Tsuna woke up the next morning to the sound of her alarm-clock blaring at a medium-high volume. It's strange combined sound of rooster-cried, vibrating bell, the smashing of fragile objects and a strange melody more than likely played on the xylophone echoing around the room.

When she'd chosen the alarm for the first time, she'd laughed at the ridiculousness of it, but now she just groaned.

Truly, she'd made the right choice.

She'd long since discovered that it was easier for her to wake up to the smaller sounds that the louder ones for some reason. She didn't complain though as it worked and she didn't have to worry that she's waiting up the neighbors with the sound of her alarm, even though she did sometimes feel as though she did so anyhow.

Leaving her hair in the usual mess it was in, Tsuna pulled on the uniform she'd just started to become used to wearing. Reaching out for the blue plaid pleated skirt instead of the gray one, the black thigh-socks instead of the white knee ones, the black button-up blazer with golden details instead of the dark gray sweater-vest, and the blue blazer with golden edging instead of the plain yellow one. The only part of the uniform that didn't really change was the plain white blouse really.

To be honest, Tsuna preferred the new uniform to the old one in an artistic sense.

She allowed her hand to run over the embroidered crest patch over the left side of her chest.

Namimori high-school.

Letting her hand drop, she didn't bother checking her reflection in the full-body mirror standing in the corner of the room. She knew she probably looked like all the garments apart from the skirt and socks were two sizes too big for her, and her hair bearing more of a resemblance to a bird's nest than actual hair.

She had picked the size of the uniform with a possible future growth spurt in mind, even though that was highly unlikely and very much against her mother's wishes who wanted nothing more than for her daughter to show off that perfect ballerina figure she'd trained so hard to obtain over the years, and now she was paying for that choice in the mocking voices of the students around her in class and in the corridors believing that she was too ashamed to show off her figure since she most likely didn't have one.

Their words, not hers.

Sometimes, her observational skills worked against her.

Picking up her Mirror screen from her desk, Tsuna went over her presentation once more. Displaying the most exotic look pastries and bakes from her mother's store. It was the only subject she could think about for her social studies assignment.

Why did they have to make a presentation on a relative's profession when the only relative Tsuna was aware of where her parents. Said parents absolutely refused to talk about their own relatives, optioning to keep either side of the family an absolute secret from their daughter.

Why they did this, Tsuna had no idea.

Wandering into the kitchen, Tsuna saw her mother standing at the counter like she always did in the morning. It was almost the only time Tsuna would see her in the whole day before the woman would slip away to the bakery and not be seen until the late hours of the night. At the moment, she was wearing that regular pink apron with her shoulder-long chocolate brown hair twisted up into a bun at the back of her head.

It had been jaw length three years ago, but her mother found that she hadn't liked the look all that much, and so she had optioned to grow it out. Now, it just brushed over her shoulders. It actually looked longer than Tsuna's did with her hair the way it was, they didn't even know how it would look like should she actually take the time to take care of her hair.

Neither of them knew how to manage ringlets.

"Morning." Tsuna greeted her mother, letting her school bag slip down her shoulder to rest it against the table's leg before she herself slid down into the chair.

"Morning, Tsuna-chan." Sawada Nana greeted back, turning around towards her daughter with two plates expertly clutched in her one hand and a glass of milk in the other.

Tsuna liked to believe that, should her brain actually have been normal, she would have had her mother's balance.

She also wished she'd have her mother's hair.

It was odd to Tsuna that her mother had such a dark brown color of her hair and her father (the half-Italian that shall forever remain a secret to her schoolmates) had such a dark blond color it almost looked like a straw-color, Tsuna had been left with something more akin to golden-brown. Only, as her hair was at the moment, that particular factor was way out of eyesight, it looked more like a muddy brown but that was just because she hadn't washed it in about three days now.

She should probably get to that before she went to bed that night.

Nana settles down a plate of egg and bacon in front of her daughter, a cooling piece of toast on the other plate and proceeded to just sit there, head leaning on her knuckles as she watched her only child slowly eat the food with as much trained etiquette one can access that early in the morning. She usually did this, but this time… she had a worried look on the face that greatly resembled her daughters.

About half-way through her meal, the look became too much for Tsuna.

"Mom." The girl spoke up, setting down her fork as she turned towards the woman.

At the sound of her daughter's voice, the woman jumped slightly. Too caught up in her own thoughts to register anything else then Tsuna suspected.

"Mom, what is it?"

It took a few seconds, but the woman eventually lets out a long breath, allowing her hand to slide down onto the table as she straightened out her back, looking at her daughter with a concerned look in her eyes.

"There's just something…" the woman began, closing her eyes for a moment before she looked at her daughter again. "I feel as if something terrible is going to happen today."

Tsuna couldn't help a frown from creeping up her face.

Biting her lip, she reached out to take her mother's hand.

This wasn't really something that happened often, she'd always been a lot more of a daddy's little girl, so she's never been as close to her mother as she's been to her father.

The father that hasn't physically been there since she was ten.

"Nothing's going to happen," Tsuna assured her mother. "It's just school."

Calming down a little, Nana smiled again.

"I suppose you're right."

Groaning slightly, Tsuna pulled up her Mirror-screen, preparing herself for the lesson that was about to roll around. Several others in the classroom were following her example, though they would never admit that they were doing that even if they had a gun pointed to their heads.

First class after lunch, everyone was pretty much running high on the energy they had stuffed themselves with. Almost running around the room like two-year-old toddlers. She really should have expected something like this to happen.

She was once again going through her presentation, trying to commit most of it to memory when a small cluster of boys in the back of the classroom caught her attention.

They had gathered up in a tight circle, whispering about something that Tsuna was too far away to hear, but she was sure they were whispering about her if the looks she could practically feel digging into her back were anything to go by.¨

Seriously… some people just didn't have lives.

Suddenly, the group parted.

There stood Takahashi, one of her more relentless bullies from the Athletic division, his face plastered into an almost permanent smirk as he slowly began to raise what could only be a 21st-century gun, its barrel pointing directly at her.

Tsuna would later be proud to say that her blood only froze for a split second before the logical part of her brain kicked in and calmed her down.

"I'm tired of your face Dame-Tsuna," Takahashi said with a deep wannabe-menacing voice. "Just die already."

In normal circumstances, the sight of a gun should have frightened everyone. But seeing as it was a 21st-century gun that looked like it was in pristine condition, and after throwing a look around her at the rest of her classmates, she found some of them snickering into their hands in a lame attempt to try and look scared at the sight of the weapon.

So this was just a lame attempt to scare her then…

Frickin' bullies.

Rolling her eyes, Tsuna turned back to her screen, returning to casually swiping her fingertips over the screen.

This, however, didn't seem to sit well with Takahashi.

Growling, the boy stomped over to Tsuna's desk, grabbing said girl by her arm and yanked her up to her feet, forcing the barrel of the gun under her jaw.

"PAY ATTENTION TO ME YOU USELESS PIECE OF TRASH!"

Much to his surprise, however, Tsuna's face remained stoic.

"Hey, stop that!"

All sound in the classroom stopped at the sudden commanding voice, all eyes snapping towards the unspoken leader of the first year Athletic division, Yamamoto Takeshi, getting up from his own seat, a never before seen serious look in his eyes as he took his place behind Tsuna, glaring down at Takahashi.

He was not amused by their classmate's actions.

"You're taking this a little too far Takahashi." The star athlete practically growled eyes narrowed.

Glancing at the athlete from the corner of her eye, Tsuna couldn't help but think that maybe it simply because of this tiny little reason that her bullies had become much more brutal in their advances towards her.

Alright, it may not be such a tiny little reason…

Suddenly having one of the most popular boys in school acting nice towards the most bullied person in school is definitely one way to capture the wrong kind of attention if you've got the luck of Sawada Tsunako.

Many believed that she was forcing him into acting that way towards her, but she'd much rather have him ignore her if everyone would bully her even more than before.

Why did that have to happen?

March 27

Friday 2215

Tsuna had been walking out of the local school supply and uniform store, her arms weighed down by the shopping bags she'd just had filled up at the counter.

Her mother had been with her when she'd first gone in, but shortly before they were to pay for the things, Nana had a call from her assistant Ogata Sakura, a poor panicky woman who freaks out if she accidentally applies icing on the wrong side of the cake.

Anyway, Nana had to leave and so, Tsuna was left alone to carry all of her shopping home.

It was when she was walking through the shopping district that something suddenly ran into her. Usually, these kinds of things didn't get more than a muted groan from her when in school, but this wasn't school, this was in town, she didn't have her usual walls up here and so, the collision resulted in her letting out a cry of mixed pain and surprise as she suddenly found herself on the asphalt.

A stinging sensation raced up her arms and knees, telling Tsuna that her skin had been scraped open.

Great, just great.

She couldn't help the groan that slipped out of her throat.

With her luck, the one that had run into her would actually cherish the pain she was in.

Looking around, Tsuna had to keep herself from letting out yet another groan, only this time more an annoyance than pain.

All of her things… everything that she had just gone through the trouble of getting, were now scattered out all over the asphalt around her, the only thing keeping the clothes from getting dirty being the plastic packaging they were in.

Thankfully, it didn't look as though anything was broken.

Tsuna was so caught up in her own thoughts that the sound of a familiar voice breaking through the surrounding white noise almost made her jump out of her skin.

"Oh stars, are you alright?!"

What threw Tsuna off the most wasn't that the voice sounded familiar, but that it actually sounded genuinely worried.

Worried, for her?

Well… there's got to be a first for everything.

Slowly, Tsuna used her arms to peel herself off of the asphalt, carefully adjusting her hands so that she scraped palms wouldn't take the brunt of the pressure before brushing her messy hair behind her ear and brushing as much dirt that could have gotten onto her off.

She didn't know why she bothered really.

It's 2215 for heaven's sake, there is barely a speck of dirt on both the paved grounds and buildings.

Thankfully, the buildings weren't pure white and shiny like they are usually portrayed in the Sci-Fi movies from the 21st century. Instead, they were painted in the softer pastel colorings and sported non-reflective windows where the buildings were closer knit. Even the sun is no longer white in the sky, having long since regained its original yellow color thanks to the air and water purification stations littered in secret locations all over the globe, the sun is… well, still the sun, and is thus still very blinding even if it is no longer as dangerous as it once were.

"Y-yeah… I'm fine." Tsuna answered quietly, keeping her back turned to the owner of the voice as she looked out in dismay over her sea of scattered belongings.

For a moment, there was complete silence between them, but then…

"Sawada?"

The voice didn't even bother hiding the absolute shock in his voice.

Suddenly, something inside Tsuna's mind clicked into place.

She now realized why that voice sounded familiar, knowing very well where she'd heard it before.

Every day for as long as her memory reached.

Slowly, every muscle in her tiny body tensed up as she forced herself to turn around, raising her head to look into the face of the person that had so violently crashed into her.

"Yamamoto… Takeshi…?"

For a moment, the two of them just stared at one another, then, the athlete finally found his voice.

"I am so, so sorry." He said, getting down on his knees as he looked over the scrapes now littering her skin, a concerned frown etched into his eyebrows. "I should have watched where I was running."

Tsuna could only stare at him, unsure of what she should do.

She hasn't opened her mouth around her classmates for several years, and now, one of the schools most popular boys was crouching in front of her and sounding genuinely concerned for her.

This just… doesn't… happen.

He must have noticed her staring, a sigh escaping his mouth as he began picking up her rings and stuffing them into her upturned bags.

"Right, not talking."

The sight of Yamamoto Takeshi picking up her things of his own will force the words out of her throat.

"What are you doing?"

Pausing for a moment, Yamamoto looked up at her, eyebrow raised.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, holding up the one bag that he had already finished packing.

For a moment, Tsuna couldn't find the words. Not that that was anything new, oral communication has never been one of her strong points, even when she still talked to people.

Swallowing, Tsuna braced herself.

"People… doesn't just help me like that."

For a split second, Yamamoto stopped moving, almost frozen in place before quietly continuing.

Once everything was back in the bags, the athlete turned back towards her, his eyes hovering over each and every one of her scrapes. They didn't look too bad, none of them actually bleeding, but they were still there, and they were probably stinging something terribly.

Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck.

"Do you have anything to treat those scrapes with?" he asked, looking at her with a soft expression.

Tsuna frowned at the question.

"Why are you asking?"

Yamamoto groaned at her, rolling his eyes as he grabbed her by the wrist, turning her hand around to look at the scrape marring her tiny little hand. It truly looked tiny too, almost dwarfed compared to his own.

"Do you have one or not?" he groaned, glancing up at her.

Sighing, Tsuna reached into the bag still hanging from her shoulder.

"I always do." She answered, pulling out a small first-aid kit.

Not even bothering to ask why she would have one, to begin with, Yamamoto snatched the kit from her, unzipping it to reveal the supplies inside of it, picking through the different objects with something of a clueless expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" Tsuna asked, narrowing her eyes as Yamamoto plucked a bottle of disinfectant from the small pack.

Yamamoto groaned again.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, awkwardly weighing the bottle in his hand, obviously unsure what he's supposed to do with that particular type of disinfectant, fingering the cotton balls.

"Well, you're doing it wrong." Tsuna quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, expertly wetting one of the cotton balls and went to dabbing them over the scrape.

She was forced to stop when the cotton was snatched from her fingers.

"You're… pretty used to this, aren't you?" Yamamoto asked, sounding quite awkward as he picked up from where Tsuna had left off.

"Why do you care?" Tsuna asked, leaning back against the one hand that wasn't scraped.

This made Yamamoto freeze up again.

"Sawada…" he sighed rather heavily, resuming in treating the scrapes, wrapping them up in bandages or covering them with bio-fabric as he judged the size of the scrape needed. He glanced up at her. "We've been classmates since preschool."

Tsuna rolled her eyes at his words.

"Yes, and you haven't exactly paid much attention to me before." She lifted up her hand, adjusting the bandage in a way that wouldn't as easily unravel the second she started moving again.

Yamamoto sighed, tightening the bandage around her knee.

"Can you blame me?" he asked lightly. "You don't really appear to be the warmest of people in class." He shook his head lightly, briefly allowing his eyes to meet hers before he returned his attention to what he was doing. "You've never spoken to anyone for as long as I can remember."

Tsuna rolled her eyes.

"Can you blame me?" she asked, voice dry. "No one has ever really talked to me without some sort of insult planned." She picked up another cotton ball, handing it to the athlete. "So I just stopped talking to people altogether."

For a moment, Yamamoto just looked at her, the cotton lying completely forgotten in his palm.

"Sawada…" he whispered.

Tsuna just shook her head, taking the cotton back as she finished up the very last scrape.

"It's done." She declared, getting up from the ground.

"Sawada," Yamamoto spoke up again, more assured this time, grabbing onto her wrist as he too got off of the ground, staring her straight in the eyes.

The sudden touch made Tsuna flinch, unexpected pain shooting through her arm, making her yank her wrist right out of his grip, it was more out of reflex than anything.

For a moment, Yamamoto just stood there, still as a statue, staring wide-eyed at Tsuna as she clutched her wrist.

She was too unused to physical contact for that.

"What?" Tsuna asked, shaking her head before opening her mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Yamamoto scratched the back of his neck.

"If you'd let me…" he muttered, glancing around before his eyes once again found Tsuna's. "I'd like to get to know you."

For a moment, the two of them just stared at one another, neither of them quite sure how to continue.

Finally, Tsuna tilted her head to the side.

"Really?"

Yamamoto swallowed again.

"Like I said…" he paused, trying to collect his words. "We've been classmates since preschool…" he trailed off, hoping that she'd understand what he was trying to say.

Tsuna's eyes found the ground.

"And I'd be surprised if we weren't again." She finished for him, optioning to pick her bags up from the asphalt than actually looking at him.

"Exactly." Yamamoto agreed, sounding a lot more excited than before, his mouth quirking upward into more of a smile than the sheepish look he'd sported before. "We could at least try to get to know one another for once."

Tsuna's fingers clenched around the handles of her bags, lower lip caught between her teeth as she mulled the suggestion over.

This wasn't something that had ever happened to her before.

At least… not that she could remember.

But… she figured it couldn't be…

"Alright…" she finally breathed, glancing up at the athlete. "But just because you actually asked me."

The smile that greeted her at her words served as the indicator that she'd made the right decision.

So happy... so genuinely relieved.

She couldn't possibly go wrong with this, could she?

"I'll see you Wednesday then?" Yamamoto asked, taking a few steps away from her, smile still playing on his mouth.

Slowly, Tsuna allowed her head to bob into a nod.

"Wednesday."

Slowly, she turned around and walked away.

"By the way Swada!" freezing, Tsuna slowly turned back around to face the athlete, who's usual heart-breaking smile was once again plastered over his handsome face.

She gave him an expectant look.

"You should talk more often." The words shocked her eyes wide. You've got a nice voice."

And with that said, he turned back around, leaving Tsuna standing there, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks, turning her pale skin rosy in color.

Ever since school started Yamamoto has done almost everything he could to spend time with Tsuna, and this has only served to freak out Tsuna on multiple levels.

And not only that apparently.

Seeing Yamamoto serious was a very rare thing as he usually smiled at everything, so seeing him with his eyes narrowed in actual serious anger, practically glaring at his shorter classmate was a few thing for everyone. A new thing that, apparently, no one in the particularly liked seeing.

"Calm down Takeshi…" Takahashi breathed, lowering the gun and taking a step away from Tsuna.

Letting out a nervous laugh, Takahashi gestured with the gun in his hand, still pointing it in Tsuna's direction.

"It's only a prop from a historical drama my uncle was starring in." he held out the gun, tightening his fingers around the trigger. "It only fires blanks, see." And so, he pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Inside of the crescent bakery, a plate slipped out of Sawada Nana's hands, crashing against the floor.

A/N: I AM DONE!

The first chapter is DONE!

I am feeling so... sick. Because I actually am sick and is using my Sick leave from school to write fanfictions. But I am also proud that I actually did the thing, I actually finished the thing, and now people can actually read the thing.

I hope you like it, tell me what you think, and I'll be back with the next chapter as soon as I can.

Her ladyship wishes you all her love.