Sorry for the long wait, folks! I'm a lazy little girl, and now that I have smart goals to complete (getting 5 updates done before the end of the quarter)!

Because I care! And whenever I update, more people see my fics. And that means more reviews!

*gets slapped over the head*

Jui: G-Nii!

G: Stop being greedy and just get on with the story.

Jui: Mou~.

Tsuna stumbled through the halls, slightly curled in on himself.

His brown hair was tucked into his hood, and luckily, his face was shadowed over. He could feel nonchalant gazes on him from the other occupants of the hall. He was so concerned that...

He didn't see the person in front of him, who was much taller than he is (as everyone is), and crashed into him as he was walking.

Tsuna fell on the floor, feeling his bangs poke his eyes (which caused them to close involuntarily).

"Hiii! I-I'm sorry!" Tsuna blurted out.

"Eh? I didn't know you talked. Nice voice!" the boy said. His slightly tanner skin and spiky black hair gave him a boyish playfulness. And his cheerful demeanor was easy to see through, if you weren't frothing in the mouth at the sight of him.

Yes, Tsuna knew who this was.

Yamamoto Takeshi.

Yamamoto put out his hand for the brunet to grab onto, before tugging.

"Whoops! Sorry about that. You were lighter than I thought." Yamamoto lamented, having accidentally pulled to hard for Tsuna's weight, which caused him to crash back into the raven headed teen.

Now Tsuna felt like one of those girls who have to pose with the male models, clutching the other's hands with his torso pushed towards the other male. It was almost like they were dancing. Tsuna sure felt lightheaded enough for that.

Unfortunately, they weren't dancing. They were in the middle of the hall. And they were both males.

"Haha, it's kind of like we're dancing!" The black haired male laughed, swinging Tsuna around effortlessly, as his stature was lean and he was tall.

"Yaaamaaamotoooooo-saaaaannnn-" Tsuna cried out dizzily.

"Hai, Sawada~?" the other responded mischievously, brown eyes twinkling with mirth.

"IIIIIIII neeeeed thhheeee floooorrrr!"

"Aw, man. Okay, okay, I'll put you down, now."

Tsuna wobbled on his legs as the world was spinning around him.

Yamamoto inhaled a sharp breath, as he saw that Tsuna's hood had fallen off. He spotted teary brown eyes, a face with reddened cheeks, and brown hair in (even worse) disarray, with some framing the heart-shaped face and falling onto his forehead.

Luckily, the baseball player was quick to get himself out of his thoughts, and he placed his hands on Tsuna's shoulders, steadying him.

"Haha, are you okay, Sawada-san?"

"Juussht Tsshhhuuunaa ish fine..." the brunette said, still feeling incredibly disoriented.

"Then you have to call me Takeshi, okay, Tsuna?"

"Buut Yaamamooootooo-shaaaannn..."

"At least call me Yamamoto. C'mon, please?"

"Fffffiiiinnnne..."

Once that episode was over, Tsuna and Yamamoto headed up to the classroom, Tsuna's hood firmly attached to his head.

"I just realized..." the black haired one commented along the way.

"Mmm?"

"I got you to speak the most out of everyone!" he cheerfully claimed.

Tsuna thought over that for a moment and then nodded.

There was a bit more amiable chatter for a little, before they arrived at the classroom.

It took Tsuna a moment to realize that if Yamamoto had transferred here from Namimori, and he wasn't even at the top of the class, someone from the top of the school would probably...

'Hiiiieeee! Hi-Hi-Hibari-san might be here!' Tsuna cried out inwardly.

Yamamoto laughed a bit at Tsuna's fear.

"Yeah, Hibari-san is at this school. We can all be friends, Tsuna!"

Did Yamamoto just read his mind?

"Yep!"

"HIIIEEEE!"

"Good morning, class! You can all call me Ms. Tanako. It's nice to meet you all!"

The class had a wave of voices saying, "You, too." in semi-unison.

Ms. Tanako smiled, eyes closing as mirth basically radiated from her.

And then the door slammed open, a Hibari Kyoya marching in with a passed out Yamamoto in his hand (being dragged across the floor by the collar) and a grumbling Tsuna over his shoulder.

"Hibari-san! Let me go~!" Tsuna kicked his legs, causing Hibari's grip on him to shift.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada, stop tapping me on the back."

"I'm punching you! Punching! Mou!"

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"Ahaha, Kyoya-kun, can you please put Sawada-kun and Yamamoto-kun down?"

Hibari glanced at the teacher, who didn't even twitch at his unnerving glare.

"Sure."

And he dropped Yamamoto. Whoops.

Luckily, having learned from his mistakes (not.), he placed Tsuna down like he was made of porcelain.

Then he left.

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"What just happened?!" many a classmate shouted.

"Ahaha, please don't ask." Tanako-sensei instructed. "...Wait a second. Kyoya-kun is supposed to be in this class!" her glasses concealing her eyes with their shine.

"Excuse me for a moment, class."

She bolted out the door.

Less than 30 seconds later, she had a Hibari in her right arm, still like a cardboard cut out.

The situation would be amusing, if not for the fact that it was Hibari Kyoya. (His blank facial expression almost made the scene even more comical.)

Tanako-sensei placed the boy in his chair, beginning a lecture without batting an eyelash at her students' dubious expressions.

AGH IM INSANE EVERYONE IS SO OOC AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH