In an alternate universe where people actually get assigned punishments for misbehavior at school (read: America), Gokudera, obviously, had detention.

In hindsight, he really should have just skipped it like he did most classes, because he was bored out of his fucking mind. The teacher seemed to have caught on that if he was told to do an assignment, he'd just work on G-script or chart mafia relations (the teacher had no idea what they were, but he knew damn well they weren't school work), so he was told to do absolutely nothing.

Which translated to "sit and stare at the ceiling tiles."

It really sucked; it was a pretty nice day out, if somewhat windy, and only a day from the weekend. There would be plenty of things to do everywhere, and based on the amount and rate of attacks they'd had lately, the typical mindset of a mafia don, the number of enemy families the Vongola had and their proximity to Namimori, and the positions of the planets, there was only about a 0.9% chance that anyone would stage an attack on the Tenth. It was a perfect day for them to go out shopping or eating or training or something.

He'd been here a while; he'd started tapping his feet just to annoy the bitch of a teacher ages ago. If he'd been looking out the window, he'd have noticed that the sports clubs were getting out now.

If he'd been looking out the window, he'd also have noticed the rock someone threw at it before it hit the glass and shattered it. Luckily it was a window behind him, so he didn't get sprayed with shards, but it still immediately set him on high alert. Had he been wrong in his calculations? Was he being singled out and attacked?

He lunged for the nearest (unbroken) window and opened it, but he didn't really have to in order to find out the culprit, because he'd started yelling about how unextreme a material glass was, and how it wasn't supposed to break, and windows should be made out of something stronger, like INVISIBLE STEEL or something--

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, LAWNHEAD. DID YOU GET EVEN MORE BRAINLESS OR SOMETHING, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BREAK THE WINDOW?" Not that either of them actually had to yell, since Ryohei had ran and planted himself right below the second story window.

"EEEIII, I JUST SAID IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!"

"Hello, Mr. Principal? Sasagawa Ryohei just broke a window..."

"Congratulations, idiot, you have my attention. What do you want."

"I thought it was supposed to be romantic or something!"

Gokudera nearly fell out of the window. "What the f-- WHY IS THAT YOUR REASONING."

"GOKUDERA HAYATO, SIT DOWN. Yes, he's still th--"

"Sasagawa Ryohei, that is destruction of school property. I'll bite you to death."

"Huh? WAIT, I EXTREMELY DIDN'T MEAN TO-- OWTHATISEXTREMELYPAINFU-HAUGH"

"... never mind, Mr. Principal."

The next day, Gokudera had detention. Again. Only this time, on a day off.

And he had to share the room with a retard who was still flailing his arms around like they weren't in casts.

"If you suggest French food one more time I am SHOVING A FORK DOWN YOUR THROAT."

"BUT THERE AREN'T ANY GOOD ITALIAN PLACES IN NAMIMORI!"

"Both of you, be quiet!"

Yeah, fuck his life.