"Ouf.... How did I get into this massive chaos?"
This was the one and only thought Tsuna had since his second year at Namimori High had started. Puberty got its victims and Tsuna was, indeed, the greatest. While everyone grew hair at places he couldn't even imagine, got broad backs and a deep, baritone voices, he seemed to be the only one who still was naked like a frog, except for his mob of hair and as short and with an almost disturbingly girly high pitched voice.
It wouldn't have been that bad if Kyoko, his crush, would still be at this school so he could see her and talk to her like they were used to, but her parents suddenly decided to move away and so she ended up at a girls-only school far, far away. The only ones left were Haru, who also attends a different school, and his best friends. At least that is what they called themselves.
Yamamoto had turned out as a real giant in the last few months, he got so tall, Tsuna could only talk to eyes-to-collar bone and Gokudera... his height wasn't to be tolerated either. Even though not as tall as Yamamoto, but still big enough to topple Tsuna. Sometimes, when they arrived too late for class because an unwilling Tsuna had to be dragged along(, who really wasn't willing to go to school at all, ) he could make out some shadows and wounds on their cheeks left from shaving. Another thing Tsuna didn't have to deal with at all. He didn't need to. He didn't need to if there was no hair to shave!
And to make things even more embarrassing they had to share the changing room and showers for P.E. in which everyone wouldn't hesitate to make fun of him either, slapping him with wet towels, wetting his clothes or hiding them and leave a girls uniform in their stead, was no rarity.
If it wasn't for his two best friends, he wouldn't even set one foot into this horror house. Yamamoto just kept laughing things like these off, ruffling his hair and telling him with his deep voice that he would grow up soon enough and that he should be happy with his body, since he didn't have to bother with shaving every morning.
"Jyuudaime!", Gokudera shouted, entering the still nearly empty classroom and running up to Tsuna, who fell over from the shock. He smelled of deodorant and his hair was still a bit wet. It seemed normal that the boys had to shower more often, everyone except Tsuna, who would always fall down/ fall to his knees after the 100m run and get expelled from sports afterwards.
"Have you hurt yourself?!", he yelled again and some of the other students, all girls, turned their heads towards the two and quickly turned away in fear as they saw Gokuderas angry glare.
"N... No, Gokudera-kun. I'm fine, thanks. But please stop calling me Jyuudaime, it's okay to call me Tsuna.", the brown haired boy offered and smiled softly, earning a shocked expression from the Italian boy.
"Nee, Gokudera-kun, are you alright? Your face is red.", he said with a concerned voice, as high and soft as it was back in middle school, leaning in to Gokudera as much as possible.
Instead of answering, Gokudera got a nosebleed, giving Tsuna a big shock. Fast, Tsuna reached into his pocket, pulling out his handkerchief and started to wipe the blood away. It was the same as every day and Tsuna started to run out of handkerchiefs as Gokudera kept them for a few days before handing them back.
A laughing Yamamoto came into the room, waving goodbye to his friends at the door and walked over to Tsuna and Gokudera, who growled deeply. How dare this baseball nut ruined his quality time with Jyuudaime?!
"Oy, baseball freak, get lost and don't interfere my quality time with the tenth!", he hissed, placing himself between Tsunayoshi and the giant. If Tsuna could trust the medical examinations from last month, Yamamoto was now around 192cm tall (really tall for a Japanese, and scary) if he got him right and Gokudera something around 185cm (Not as frightening as Yamamoto, but from Tsuna's point of view still enough to scare him).
Quality time, Gokudera said. What did he mean by that?
Since the beginning of the year Tsuna felt more stalked than ever. Everywhere he went, Gokudera was there. And if it wasn't the silver haired Italian, it was Yamamoto. Even Hibari seemed to show up in front of him more often than before. A shudder ran down his spine. The prefect was next to Mukuro really the worst.
"I'M GONNA REDO THIS YEAR TO THE EXTREME!"
Oh, and there was also Ryohei. How could he forget about him? After he failed nearly all his courses last year he had decided to stay at Namimori High, for the sake of his Boxing Team, and repeat the year so they all ended up in one class.
This and the fact that Tsuna got stalked in every single situation by nearly all of his guardians above the age of 14 let him know, this year would really going to be extreme.