A/N: Hey everyone, this is the first time I ever posted a fan fiction on FF, so please forgive me for any mistakes I have made. The characters may seem OOC, since it is my first time writing them, so please forgive me for that too. Well, this story is just an idea I had, and since I was bored, I decided to try writing a fan fiction. Since this story is un-betaed, it may contain grammar mistakes and overuse of commas (as I tend to do that a lot). Please read and review; constructive criticism is always appreciated. Lastly, even if it may not be the best thing ever, I hope you enjoy reading it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Katekyo Hitman Reborn! characters. All characters belong to Amamo Akira.

Yamamoto Takeshi is a fifteen year old student at Namimri High School. He's considered to be one of the best baseball players to ever walk the halls of Namimori High. Being the baseball star of said high school had its perks; he was admired by the guys and was especially popular among the ladies. Although Yamamoto often put up an oblivious front, he wasn't entirely brainless. Being the happy go lucky guy he is, he usually opts to go with the flow and not question too many things. There was one thing, however, he did take notice of; it was quite the stunning revelation.

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"And so, you take x squared and move it over to the other side. Then you square both sides to get this," their teacher droned on and on, pointing to an equation on the chalkboard.

Yamamoto, along with his two best friends Tsuna and Gokudera (although Gokudera may not be too pleased to agree), was trying to survive through yet another painful day of school. Strangely enough, it looked as if Yamamoto was deep in thought, like the way Bhudda probably was when he tried to meditate his Noble Eightfold Path.

Suddenly Yamamoto shot up from his seat, "Finally, I get it!"

"Yamamoto-kun, is there something wrong?"

"Ahhah…Sensei," Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head apologetically, "sorry, it's just that I understand what's going on now." Gokudera noticed the slight ambiguousness in the black haired boy's words. There was no way Yamamoto could understand this already, not that this particular lesson was complicated, but it was Yamamoto, and Gokudera knew something was up.

"Good job Yamamoto-kun! I'm glad you finally understand the lesson," their teacher flashed an accomplished gleam in her eyes that suddenly disappeared due to an awareness of her own self-gratification, "but next time, don't interrupt the class."

"Understood sensei," Yamamoto gave her the signature Yamamoto smile; the signature Yamamoto smile was the type of contagious smile that made you smile back because it was as if contentment was overflowing from the teen's pearly whites. As if on cue, their teacher smiled in return.

Yamamoto sat back down in his seat. Tsuna, who sat in front of him, turned around to face the other boy. "I'm glad you finally get what we're doing in class. Now if only I could understand it," Tsuna said with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Don't worry, you'll get it soon Tsuna," the taller teen encouraged.

"Hey baseball idiot," Gokudera, who was sitting behind the aforementioned baseball idiot, tapped Yamamoto's shoulder to get his attention, "What are you trying to do, get in the way of Jyudaime's valuable learning time?" Gokudera looked furious, but Yamamoto saw where he was coming from. Although he didn't want to say it, Yamamoto knew Tsuna was just as smart as himself, which wasn't saying much.

"Calm down Gokudera, I won't do it again," Yamamoto smiled reassuringly. Gokudera noted the fact that he abused that dumb smile of his way too much.

"Damn baseball idiot. Get that smug smile off of your face, or else it'll stay stuck like that forever," Gokudera barked. Yamamoto let a chuckle escape his lips. Gokudera growled at the taller teen.

The bell rang, indicating the beginning of the lunch period. "Sawada-kun, can you please stay here and make up that test you missed last week?"

"Ehh, sure sensei," Tsuna eyed his two friends, giving them a signal to go ahead.

"Don't worry Jyudaime, I'm sure you'll ace this test! Remember to take your time."

"Thanks for the reminder Gokudera-kun. I'll try to catch up with you guys as soon as I can."

Yamamoto rested his elbow on Tsuna's shoulder, "there's no rush Tsuna. You could always eat lunch with us tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that."

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Yamamoto and Gokudera made their way up four flights of stairs towards the roof. Three things stayed the same throughout their years of friendship: number one, Tsuna still had barely any confidence in his own abilities, number two, Gokudera still worshipped the ground on which his precious Jyudaime walked on, and finally, the three always ate lunch on the rooftop. They don't know how this ritual started, but yet they continued it every day, and today was no different.

Yamamoto found a spot near the old fence surrounding the edge of the roof and sat down. He gestured Gokudera to sit down with him, and Gokudera unexpectedly agreed, but not without giving a low grumble.

"Baseball idiot, what was that about in class?" Surprisingly, Gokudera initiated the conversation. Usually Yamamoto would say something stupid and Gokudera would give his rebuttal. Tsuna was always stuck in the middle, trying to break up the violent discourse between his two friends.

"You know, Gokudera, how long have we been friends; you, me, and Tsuna I mean," Gokudera raised an eyebrow.

"We were never friends, not now, not ever," Gokudera scowled, "the only reason I stick around you is 'cause Jyudaime insists on keeping you in the famiglia."

"I mean it," Yamamoto tilted his head back in laughter.

"Tch," Gokudera took a bite of his sandwich. After careful deliberation, Gokudera actually answered Yamamoto seriously, "I don't know, a few years maybe?"

"You know, I just realized something," Yamamoto continued.

"What's that? You finally realize you're an idiot?" asked Gokudera in a sarcastic tone. He took a sip of water from his water bottle.

"I think I might be in love with Tsuna," the older boy said bluntly, wearing that recognizable smile of his as if he just said something completely normal.

End of Chapter 1

I hope you liked it! Hopefully, there weren't too many mistakes. Please review and feel free to point out any mistakes I made. I'm almost finished with Chapter 2, so if anyone is actually interested, just wait a little longer. Well, see you next time!