Thanks for reading. The romance possibilities will open up as the story progresses. Some mafia, not alot, mostly Highschool drama. Please enjoy and review.

2

Repeat Defeat

He entered the classroom. A noticeable space away from Chrome now. Out of school was one thing, during it was another.

Nobody really wanted to be seen associated with him. He was a nobody with a gross reputation as a loner. His narrow crooked eyes pushed people away. His body language was invisible. Implying he was not worth acknowledging. To be left alone.

He went to go sit by the wall closest to the door. Strategic planning.

Chrome went to the window sitting in the front of the row. Farthest possible from Boss. He always ignored the sting in his chest when she avoided him during school.

He causally placed his headphones on. He pulled out a manga and his school work.

Ignored by everyone, ignoring everyone.

'They are so loud.' Even with muffled ears he could hear the popular group by the window.

Always involving his Chrome and that Kyoko.

Yamamoto, Hana, and Gokudera included. 'Yamamoto and Kyoko are this year's 'will they or won't they' couple. Everyone gossips about it throughout the halls. Yamamoto, he was my friend in middle school. I guess, if that's what you want to call it. I don't have anything against him. If anything, we were failing buddies. Till highschool started. It was there, I figured out. They might talk to you, but it's not a friendship. Acquaintance doesn't fit either.'

Tsuna flipped the page.

'Gokudera is kind of a delinquent, but not around them. I've spotted him bust missions at night too. We have a mutual understanding.'

A black and white panel on the page.

Tsuna paused to glance at the window past the smiling group of friends.

"Sawada!"

"Hiee! Yes?!" He shot to his feet.

Hana smirked.

'Shit, did she catch me off gaurd.'

"Thank you for volunteering."

"Ara? Eeh, you tricked me?"

Tsuna read the chalk board she was scribbling on. 'I agreed to help the school committee for the festival. Damn you, Hana.' Tsuna glared at her victory.

He looked at who else would be helping. A horrid cringe. 'Yamamoto and Kyoko.' He pleaded with his eyes at Chrome for help.

She sighed, but agreed. She raised her hand.

"Don't worry Chrome, I'll volunteer. It will score some points if I decide to run for president." Hana waved her off.

Chrome flashed him an apologetic eye.

'At least she tried.' Tsuna shrugged his shoulders.

The small committee was in an unused classroom. The desk stacked and pushed to the back.

Tsuna couldn't believe some of the other people who volunteered to help for the event. 'H-Hibari, Ryohei, and Haru!'

"I need this for extra credit to stay in the boxing club, to the extreme!"

'Figures... He would rather be boxing. Haru has alot of school spirit. S-So does Hibari.' Sweatdrop.

Tsuna was working on the only out stretched table in the room. Farthest from everyone. They were making decorations. He glanced at Kyoko's group.

Mochida was with them. Hana and Yamamoto were sitting on the same table, side by side.

Tsuna rose an eyebrow at the situation. Mochida was obviously flirting. Kyoko was flattered, yet not interested.

And Yamamoto could only glance in between them. Unsure and worried.

Kyoko and Dame-Tsuna met with their eyes.

He quickly averted his. 'What the fuck was that?'

Tsuna clenched his fist shut. It was nothing. 'Eyecontact is not that meaningful.'

He glanced back. Kyoko was smiling, continuing the conversation with Mochida.

Tsuna released his fist. 'Kyoko won't be able to say no if he asks her out. Given his popularity, and hers. Kyoko is the type who wants to look her best in front of everyone. Rejecting him would affect her status. Haru is here, she is presdent of the news club. No matter the outcome, she would defintely spread this through the school.'

Tsuna nodded at the facts.

'Yamamoto is smitten with her, yet asking at this time would only look desperate.'

Mochida had a confident grin. Kyoko was smiling hiding her uncomfortable situation. She didn't really understand what he was talking about. Kendo club, and the certain awards he has. She would nod or giggle with a yea to be polite.

It was when his smile cracked, unsure for a moment, that she became worried. He was finally going to ask her what he was building up to. She wasn't surprised. A date confession. But turning down a popular upperclassmen... How would she look?

Yamamoto grew orbs as the words began to play from Mochida's lips.

"Kyoko, I was wondering if you would like to go-"

"Sasagawa Kyoko! Please be my girlfriend!" Tsuna bursted out in between them. 'I-I never thought I would repeat those words... I'm such a baka. Kyoko learn to speak up for yourself. You too Yamamoto, I wouldn't have to do this if you were the one taking charge.'

"Sawada-kun?"

Everyone in the classroom was focused on the no good loner. He confessed?

Tsuna was bowing down with his hand out, offering it to her. He rose his head, making eye contact with her. Only she noticed it. The hint he was giving her. 'It's your only chance, Kyoko.'

Yamamoto almost glared. He heard that Tsuna confessed during middle school, but he was throwing himself at her again in highschool. Yamamoto hasn't even made a move. He liked her too, yet Tsuna was more confident than him? Something he would of never thought, but twice Tsuna was reaching out for Kyoko. Why couldn't he? Him and Kyoko were good friends. Tsuna was the loner.

Mochida was baffled. This loser had the nerve to beat him to the punch. After all the build up.

All eyes on Kyoko. "S-Sorry Sawada-kun. I kind of only see you as a friend." Repeating the same words. It still hurt, but ignored it. It was a false confession after all...

"I'm not really looking for a boyfriend right now. School keeps me busy so I wouldn't have the time anyways."

Tsuna sighed. 'Ok, she took advantage. It should be fine now, if I finish it correctly.' Tsuna rose, flustered for acting so brave. He scratched his cheek looking away, almost at Mochida for his reaction. "I see. I guess you would have to deny anyone else who asked, ne?" A chuckle hiding his hinted statement.

A gasp of gratitude. "Y-Yea, I would if they did. I hope you understand, Sawada-kun." A fake smile of friendship.

Mochida grew eyes at her confirmation. He would of been shot down too?

Tsuna was began to walk back to his lonely side of the table. 'My confession won't affect her status. Rejecting me, is a given, but now Mochida lost his chance and Haru doesn't have a story to spread.'

Tsuna assumed it was over.

"Mochida, what are you-" Hana almost barked. Kyoko was shocked as well.

Everyone watching the drama unfold had their eyes glued to him. Hibari was the only one not interested. He kept working.

Ryohei was on gaurd. His sister was the source of all this. He was about to fight Sawada for confessing, until he was shot down.

"Oi, Dame-Tsuna you have some nerve embarrassing our School Idol like that. Gym, kendo match, after school." Poking his chest. "Don't wuss out."

Tsuna didn't reply. He kept his head bowed, his eyes shadowed by his hair. 'That contradicting moron.'

They all kept working, Mochida still flirting, this time bragging that he would teach Tsuna a lesson for disrespecting her.

Kyoko kept glancing at the no good loser who saved her.

He was alone. Ignoring them with music and busy work.

They were all leaving the classroom. Tsuna the first to rush out.

He walked down the hallway. His narrow eyes debating if he should go or not. 'I have nothing to gain.'

A joyful skip caught his attention. "Sawada-kun!" Kyoko ran up next to him.

Tsuna nodded back. Acknowledging her.

"Um... about earlier."

Tsuna tried to pick up the pace. 'Go away. I don't need your thanks. You of all people.' He faked a smile. "Let's pretend it never happened." Like the last time he asked.

She was able to keep up his fast walk as if it was no big deal. Not able to pick up this hint. She shook her head. "No, I wanted to ask why?"

They both stopped. He gave her a glance. She stared at him. Not through him.

No answer. The loner kept walking. Away from her. Away from everyone.

She didn't follow. She saw the answer in his eyes. She only whispered. He heard it. Pretended not to.

"Thank you."

I repeated my confession that day. Knowing I would be crushed a second time by her.