A:/N: Hello guys~! Welcome back!

This is the third chapter rewritten from the old, crappy english I had. Now I know how to speak and write better! (I think so at least...)

Main pairing: G27

Tsuna – 16 years old

Giotto – 21 years old

I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

The sun shone brightly on cloudless sky, its rays lighting up a tiny, colorless room in which a certain brunet slept soundly. Some of its rays prickled his round face, shining right through his eyelids and shaking the boy awake; almost if he wasn't so grumpy.

He wanted to turn over and lay on his other side, away from the sun's reach so the sleep would return to him, but realised he couldn't. His body felt weak, throat sore, there was pounding in his head and his eyes hurt like hell; surely an after effect of his excessive crying yesterday.

Rest would be highly appreciated, but Tsuna had to get up – if he didn't want to displease his parents and go through similar events from yesterday again.

Releasing a shaky sigh was the first step, it calmed him down and dulled some of the pain as he tried to move his body. Pain shot up his spine from all sides, but gritting his teeth tightly, Tsuna manged to sit up on the old, child-like bed.

Although it wasn't the best bed on the earth, he was glad he had one to sleep in; otherwise, Tsuna would have been sleeping on the cold, ugly flooring. The same went for the furniture that they have bought in his youngest years, now dusty and sctratched, but they at least made his room somewhat lively. Having his eyes closed through the whole time, Tsuna cracked them open, his sight blurry for split seconds before sharpening up.

Then he flinched as he felt something sharply sting his leg. Lifiting the thin covers up, Tsuna realised he had gone to the bed with his uniform on. He scolded himself lightly for that. The uniform was his only usuable wardrobe, he couldn't afford to wear it for a whole day if he didn't want to wash it everyday.

He turned back to what he wanted to see, the wound he got from the yesterday's fall because of Mochida who decided it would be funny if he pushed him. Tsuna bit his lip. Pulling the pants off would be better then rolling them up and trying to clean the wound that way; it could bring infection and he had enough pain already.

So, pants off then. Tsuna folded them nicely on the bed before getting up. His eyes searched for the first aid kit he always had in his room in case of an emergency, but he kept it mostly due to his clumsiness that brings him more pain than it should. They lit up with a small sparkle once he found it, seated on a desk right in front of the window. Tsuna crept to it silently, hoping to not make any sound and accidently wake his parents up. Upon touching the white box, Tsuna happily cheered in his head, glad he made it without tripping over anything.

Although it should be impossible, Tsuna reminded himself. He barely had anything in his room to step on, but with his horrible clumsiness he could trip on a perfectly flat surface and break a bone. Just like that. Sighing, Tsuna opened the box and pulled out few items needed for his treatment; tiny bags of bandages, scissors, cotton and alcohol for desinfication. Quietly tearing the plastic open, Tsuna placed it on the desk before shrugging his dark blue woolen vest and white shirt off.

He opened the bottle of alcohol next and soaked the cotton in it thoroughly before applying it on his newest wounds and some of the older ones that got scratched when he fell. Tsuna had to fight the urge to cringe at the pain the action brought. His blurry reflection moving in the nearby mirror caught his attention and Tsuna saw the numerous bruises and scratches decorating his skin like a painting. Few bandages had already been wrapped around some places and even tinges of blood littered his body, which didn't surprise Tsuna the slightest.

His free hand reached up and touched his hurting neck. Tsuna's eyes went half-lidded and his lips turned into a thin line as he fought against the urge to cry. There was the hand mark burned on his pale skin, pinkish and unpleasent to look at. Tsuna blinked away the small tears at the corners of his eyes from the reminder of the event and wrapped soft bandage over it.

Hiding the painful marks had proved to be easier for him than trying to explain it to people who just didn't care. They would brush it off and assume he was just bullied again or fell somewhere with his bad luck and gawkiness.

Tilting his head, Tsuna checked the time and blinked. Only half past six...? That was enough time to rebandage himself, prepare breakfast and he would still have a good half an hour to walk to school. The boy turned back to the first aid kit and sighed sadly as he reached into it for more bandages. The little white box was like his only best friend at times like these. A tiny, sorrowful smile formed on his dry lips.

His eyes suddenly widened as he acknowledged what happened.

Why had he smiled? He thought he forgot how to do that. Especialy after what happened whe he was only five-!

Tsuna shook his head violently to stop himself from remembering the past he promised himself to forget. So, as a perfect distraction, he opted to treat the wound on his leg. He gathered the medical matterials in his arms and silently went back to his bed, where he sat down and put alcohol on the cut. A hiss broke from his mouth at the burning pain and tears formed in the corners of his squeezed eyes.

He was curious though, what could have painted a smile on his face, even for a second? Tsuna left the cotton on the wound and held it in place while he cut the gauze from the roll. Picking it up, he wrapped it around his leg securely and tied a small knot on top of it as a finishing touch.

Tsuna was satisfied with that. Still, knowing just how much duties were awaiting him only in the morning were enough to drag a depressed sigh from him. Take care of the older wounds, go clean parent's bathroom, prepare breakfast and then head to school...

Tsuna could feel that day would be a long one.

As for Giotto, the man was having the best dream of his life. Lying down on a magnificent soft grassy field where flowers bloomed over its full expanse, glimmering under the warm sun that shone down at him while a soft breeze ruffled his hair and kissed his skin like a gentle lover... it was a truly peaceful place. Without any people, any problems and Giotto could lay there to his hearts content. That was until some mysterious person laid down next to him and the blonde didn't pay them any mind.

They didn't say anything and neither did Giotto, both only enjoying the tranquility of the dream. Giotto didn't voice any protests when the person slowly inched closer to him until they were pressed against his side, holding on to his clothes like a small child in need of comfort after a terrifying nightmare. Without exchanging any words, Giotto wrapped his arm around them and held them like that, surprising even himself with the action. They snuggled to his side and whispered his name and that sent Giotto's mind reeling. But before Giotto could ask who they are and how they know him, a loud noise tore his dream apart.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Who?! What! Where?! Aagh-!" Giotto yelped as he stumbled over his sheets and fell from the bed face-first with a loud thud, his cloudy mind getting pulled out of the haze by sharp pain shooting up through his face. The blonde grumbled under his nose angrily and slowly twisted his head to the side, tired amber eyes glancing at the annoying clock on his nightstand, proudly showing with big red numbers 7:55.

Giotto almost jumped out of his skin, but otherwise didn't make a single movement to hurry. He just laid there, looking at the clock like some kind of an idiot.

Only when the minutes changed to fifty-six did the Italian's eyes widen comically and he jumped from the ground with a loud curse. "Cusso! I'm late again!"

He took the quickest shower ever, brushed his teeth and ran downstairs with clothes in hand. He didn't even bother fixing his hair, just pulled a brown T-shirt over his head and put black trousers on by the time he got to the bottom of the short stairs. He still had good three minutes left, so he pulled a carton of milk from the fridge and drank half of it down to satisfy his stomach for some time. He threw it back inside and with keys and jacket in hands, he was already running down the main staircase of the apartment complex within seconds.

Giotto only sped up when he saw his lovely ferrari standing casually outside, right hand holding the door key outsretched, needing to save as much precious time as he could. Soon he was seated, the engine bursted to life with a simple click of the keys and Giotto was gone from the parking lot of the apartment bulding. The black ferrari marched through the busy streets of otherwise peaceful Namimori, barely managing to pass the orange lights without getting a fine and safely outrunning the slow vehicles in its way (He cursed at the idiots that yelled at him).

Giotto's expression was tight when he looked at his trustworthy watch. "One minute to eight... oh my god, am I gonna actually make it? What am I talking about, I have to!" The blonde stomped on the pedal harder and the car's wheels turned even faster, his gaze settled once more on the road and did not bother looking at the clock showing the speed inside the cabin.

Within seconds, the tall building rose from behind the bigger structures which were previously blocking it and Giotto didn't waste time pulling the car to the parking lot with an earsplitting sound of tires squeaking as the car was turned abrutly to the right.

Jumping out of the ferrari, Giotto made a run for the double doors, his legs carrying him as fast as they could while praying under his nose. "Oh please, oh please, oh please!"

The bell rang when his feet hit the flooring of the main hallway and it took a while for Giotto to realise what that meant. Out of breath, he bent in half to get his breathing to normal before checking the time on his watch to see if he made it for real.

Eight o'clock.

Giotto looked back from it with tears of waterfalls falling down his cheeks. He couldn't believe he got to school in time, he really couldn't.

His lips broke into a bright grin and automatically made the famous victory sign. Giotto ignored the weird looks people were giving him as he headed to his office, way to happy to feel bothered by any of them.

Never underestimate Giotto Di Vongola. He can do the impossible.

Before that happened, Tsuna had been absentmindely walking down the loud street and rounded few shops here and there on his way to his destination. It had been ten minutes or so to eight o'clock after he finished preparing everything at home and left.

Tsuna tilted his head to side, wodering if his parents already woke up and dug into the miso soup with rice and bacon he had made. Stopping for a second to rethink that, Tsuna shrugged his shoulders before continuing walking, though his feet carried him more faster. Maybe he could run to school and someho manage to get there before the bell rings, but it sounded impossible.

It was pointless to think about it anyway, besides... the brunet peered into the clock shop he just had happened to be passing by for the time. All of the fancy looking clocks were showing two minutes to eight, and that meant Tsuna would be late again even if he could fly to his classroom.

Releasing a sigh of disappointment, Tsuna turned away from the glass only to squeak in surprise when a shiny black car whipped past him, a large gush of wind following it and successfully slapping Tsuna right in the face.

How familiar...

His hand pushed his ruffled bangs away from his eyes and watched wide-eyed as the vehicle practically flew on the road. What was more terrifying than that, he could have sworn he saw a tousle of golden hair in it. Since this was Japan where you could hardly find anyone with natural blonde hair like that, there was only one person that could own that car. Still...

It c-couldn't have been W-Wadasa-san... r-right? Tsuna wished that at the least.

Oh, you have no idea how right you are Tsu-chan. You don't even know...

Standing there for another few seconds in complete shock and looking like an idiot, Tsuna realised that it would be a good idea to sprint a bit to school as well, and with that decision darted through the streets of Namimory.

But since his wounds were still new from the beating four days ago, it kind of hurt his muscles as they moved his bones forward. The mark on his neck wasn't helping much either, Tsuna was having a hard time inhaling the air as he ran. Still, Tsuna was determined to keep up as long as he could.

He stopped before the pedestrian trail and bent over as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat mattered his forehead, and annoyed by the tickling feeling, he rubbed it off with the sleeve of his shirt, his cheeks painted red due to the running and the cold autumn air.

With a deep inhale Tsuna straightened himself back up and crossed the road when noticing the lit up green sign for the pedetrians. He paced casually by then, knowing that he was late and that it wasn't worth hurting himself more by running.

His mind was clear as he stared down at the pavement of the streets, and so the childhood memories prickled and clouded his mind, numbing his senses. Tsuna's expression saddened drastically when he remembered the day Nana first screamed at him.

It happened in the middle of spring, on January or February since it was still cold outside.

An adorable little boy around five ran around in circles on the beautifully green grass of the Namimory park his mother brought him to, laughing cheerfully as he chased after a nice colored butterfly. The said mother was seated on a wooden bench, not enterly smiling as she watched the child play.

The boy with defying gravity hair suddenly stopped and turned his head to his mother with a huge smile plastered on his face, needing to know his mother was there and that she was enjoying this the same as him.

Receiving the same smile from her satisfied him enough, and soon he returned to chasing the winged bug happily, completely not aware of the glare that replaced his mother's sweet smile.

They stayed in the park for good two hours before Kaa-san finally called him to go home. With the still bright smile, Tsuna ran her and outstretched his arms up once he was by her side, wanting to be hold since his tiny feet hurt from standing for so long.

Kaa-san was still smiling at him, but from closer investigation, it lacked the kind spark Tsuna always saw in it. Back then the five years old Tsuna didn't think much of it, but the sixteen years old Tsuna has come to know it far too well.

The little boy stared confused at his Kaa-chan, wondering why she wasn't picking him up yet. They stood that way until his tiny arms fell back to his sides and Nana turned to her side and started pacing.

Tsuna continued staring at her, but seeing that she wasn't going to stop he followed after her. However, with his small legs he couldn't keep up with her all the time and when he did, Kaa-chan didn't spare him a single glance.

Tsuna's expression morphed into a sad one and he wondered if he did something wrong to make his mom act this way. When they finally reached their nice house, Tsuna's legs hurt bad and he was very exhausted. His iddy-bitty hand was rubbing his right eye tiredly while Kaa-chan unlocked the door.

The tiredness left the little toddler immediately once they went into the warm arms of their home and quickly shrugged off the oversized coat onto the desk placed by the door on the tip of his toes.

His mother finally spoke to him there. "Tsu-kun, could you go to your room please?"

Being the naive child that he was, Tsuna didn't recognize the warning tone his Kaa-chan used and asked with confused expression. "But why has Tsu-kun to go there?"

"..." Nana was quiet at first before muttering with an impatient voice, her facial features tight asi f she was trying to keep calm. "Just go, okay? Won't you listen to your Kaa-chan?"

It was the first time Tsuna hesitated to adress his mom. "O-Okay... Kaa-chan."

Nana's expression turned into an angry scowl. Tsuna blinked at her just when she opened her mouth. "Don't call me like that you little brat! I am not your mother anymore!"

Fear lit up in the boy's eyes, and shakily stepped back from his furious mother. "K-Kaa-san...?"

The brown-haired woman's eyes narrowed and she snarled out. "Why did I have to be the unfortune woman that got such a useless child? He can't do anything right and is dumb as a chuck of wood!"

At these words, tears welled into the toddler's eyes, but he was not afraid to retort to her even though he was hiccuping. "T-Tsu-kun... i-is not... u-useless!"

A terrifying glare was what he received from her. "You are nothing but a stupid little brat! You can't do anything right, only ruin everything I ask you to do!"

She took a quick breath. "You're clumsy! You don't have any friends! Everyday I have to listen to the neighbours laugh behind my back at us for having a dame son! You bring nothing but shame to our family's name!"

By then large crystal tears were falling from the child's hazel eyes and was sobbing desperately while his body shook from the fear he was feeling. For being only five, he understood everyhting his mother said and couldn't believe his mother thought so lowly of him.

With fearful eyes, Tsuna stared into the raging gaze of his mother.

"I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" She screamed loudly.

Tsuna's already wide eyes dulled out when hearing those hateful words from his loving mother. His head lowered down on its own and tears continued streaming down his cheeks like the water in the rivers.

That day...

In that moment...

Tsunayoshi could literally feel his little, happy world shatter into million pieces.

Tsuna snapped out of his faze, feeling something wet staining his face and so he raised his hand to feel what it was. Upon touching the moisty cheek, the teen realised he was crying from the memory he experienced again.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and face quickly, muttering to himself that it wasn't the right time to think of the past. With blank expression, the brunet continued walking to school.

Meanwhile, Giotto was gracefully skipping down the halls of Namimory High School with the brightest smile he could muster up. He ignored all of the strange looks he received from people and stopped before the door to 2-B classroom.

Ever smilling oh-so-cheerfully, Giotto slid the door open, his mouth parted to greet his class while thinking that nothing could ruin his good mood for the day.

Only the big blue ball of paint suddenly smashing right into his face with brutal force that made him stumble, followed by some screams and laughter of people.

"Oh, no!"

"Look at what you've done!"

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Ahh! Wadasa-sensei! Are you alright!"

"Call the ambulance!"

"Calm down everyone!"

The paint fell from the Italian's face to the floor with a soft splash and Giotto wiped the rest of it with his hand from his vision. Finally, after his eyes were clean of the paint, he burned his glare to the memory of all of his horrified students.

"Now then, will somebody care to tell me who threw that?" He asked with a kind, controlled voice, but he was more than tempted to yell at them for such careless action. Hearing nothing else but deadly silence, that only displeased him further, his amber eyes narrowed into a real dark glare that gave shivers down everyone's spines in the room.

"If you have no desire to tell me the name of the culprit, then fine, be that way for all I care. The whole class will get detention with me however, and I'm telling you right now that I'm not as kind as I seem when students disparage school rules." Giotto threatened them successfully.

Only one boy had the courage to raise his hand and quietly admitted being guilty, but that was enough. "U-Uh... i-it was me, Wadasa-sensei. I-I apologise for hitting you."

Giotto accepted the apology with one curt nod. "It's fine. I'm glad you decided to speak up yourself, but you still have to go to the headmaster." The blonde pointed outside the door and the student complied right away just so he could disappear from the class.

Giotto then released a sigh and turned back to the rest of the class, his arms crossing over his chest. "Since I cannot walk around with blue face like this without getting any problems, I'm going to the restroom, so you better stay quiet like mice if you don't want me to give you a test." He snarled a bit before walking out through the open door to the nearest male bathroom.

Once inside, he locked the door so no one could see him in such state and twisted the tap to get cleaned. Giotto gathered the water into his palms before splashing it on his face and tried to scramble all of the paint with little luck. He had to repeat the process many times until he didn't feel anything alien-wise on his face and checked himself in the mirror for like the milionth time. He grimaced anyway when the sight of green bangs slapped him in the face.

Wonderful.

Giotto spent another ten minutes trying to reduce the depth of the color. Thankfully, after what seemed like the thousand splash of water, the green finally got the lightest hue Giotto was comfortable with. His hair still had a tinge of green at some places, but it was pale and only seen if people looked closely. At least the paint on his skin got cleaned quicker than the one in his poor hair.

Satisfied at last, Giotto headed back to the classroom to do the roll call. He stood behind the desk, flipped the book open and called the students by their names one by one and when he got to the name Sawada Tsunayoshi and no answer came, he tried keeping his face straight.

Tsuna slid his favorite orange sneakers off and settled them in his locker. His eyes closed only for a moment as soft sigh pushed through his lips. Tsuna knew he was very late, surely the homeroom lesson was already half-way through, perhaps even close to the end of the hour, but he didn't really care.

'I should at least show up though,' Tsuna mused, throwing the brown bag over his shoulder and turning to the right hallway. 'Maybe I won't get dentention for coming late if I try that...'

However... did it ever matter to him? After all, Tsuna failed at everything. The math, the science, the physical education, even the art was hard for him to do. The only thing he was ever good at was the domestic stuff: cleaning and cooking, nothing else.

Tsuna would lie if he said he wasn't excellent at it. Being a maid for eleven years in his own house gave him enough practice... The brunet stopped at that and squeezed his eyes shut. Of course, he was good at that. He became their mute slave; never back-talking and always listening to their wishes.

It actually hurt Tsuna to admit that to himself much more than he expected. He knew who he was. A slave, a pet, a property of his own parents. He was all of that, and yet he was no one. The brunet touched his empty stomach and sighed once more. He could cook well, but can't eat without Nana's permission. Tsuna was allowed to have normal meal thrice a week and those days were Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Sometimes he would get rewards in form of small meals if he did something right, but only when was Nana feeling kind. However, what Tsuna found cruel was the fact that he had to make lunch for himself, bring it to school, but not eat it. His hands couldn't touch it.

Nana would recognize if he did eat something, and very easily. Tsuna wasn't a good liar and seeing a stick or a whip in his mother's hand when she asks him that question with that sugary smile of hers leaves him no room to tell lies overall.

In other words, either the bullies take his wonderful lunch in exchange of his life, or Nana throws the untouched food to the stray dogs. At least those poor creatures receive some kidness from her.

Tsuna gripped his shirt tightly, over the place where his stomach was already falling in and swallowed dryly. He was hungry, although he got used to not having enough proteins for the week. Yet his stomach wanted, needed food. How was he supposed to grow and become stronger if he won't get to eat anything?

Maybe his parents wanted him to die like this... so cruely, so slowly from starvation. Eyebrows furrowing, Tsuna's expression morphed into a troubled one and lips turned into a thin line.

They must really hate him.

SLAP!

Everything in his sight shook. A woman with shoulder length brown hair breathed heavily after slapping a young Tsunayoshi, probably around nine years old.

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH! WHY DID YOU EVER HAVE TO BE BORN!?"

Tears slid down the boy's pale cheeks. With blank, dull eyes, his gaze settled on the floor.

'I... I'm...s-sorry...'

Nana never failed in telling him that. It was obvious she was frustrated because of him, and had to release some of the steam by yelling. Tsuna couldn't remember Iemitsu telling him anything akin to that. The man expressed his feeling through motions and touch. The bruises he gave hurt more than when they were from Nana.

Tsuna shrugged the thoughts off and returned back to walking. He hated when this happened, when his memories literally popped out of nowhere. It was nowhere near pleasent. His chocolate eyes lit up when catching a sight of his classroom door. His feet stopped right before the door and his body stiffened out of habit. It was easy to indenfy that someone was talking there. Alright... what now?

Tsuna stared at the door sheepishly. He couldn't just stand in the hall like an idiot until the lesson ended, he could get punished if somebody saw him there. The brunet also wasn't very fond of the idea of going in either. Tsuna knew very well every pair of eyes would fall on him and people would start to laugh.

Neither of the options were good, but Tsuna had to choose one anyway even when it was against his will. Gulping, his hand shakily reached for the knob.

Click.

Oh dear Kami-sama. Tsuna could feel his heart racing, cold sweat was slidding down his forehead and he was shaking. That was freaking loud.

What am I doing...!?

Giotto was the first that looked up at the door once it slid open. He was taken aback to see Tsunayoshi standing there with his hand boring into the door, as if he was a scared child woken in the middle of the night by a nightmare. He looked so tiny to him, Giotto observed closely.

"Uh.. um... I-I'm-!" Tsuna started slowly, but got interrupted quickly by a loud shout.

"Oh, hey! Look who it is! Dame-Tsuna, of course! Late as always!" And the students of course laughed at the remark one by one.

Hearing that cursed nickname, Tsuna's eyebrows furrowed and he lowered his head in shame and embarrassment. Now even the new teacher will think of him the same...

He didn't know how wrong he was. Giotto was more confused and disappointed than amused by what his students had done. What was so funny about the boy coming late? Why were they calling him 'Dame-Tsuna'? That was very mean and childish to do. Bullying was one thing Giotto despited the most. The Italian took a single glance at Tsuna's lowered head and gritted his teeth.

With split decision in head, his voice boomed out what silenced the class right away. "Be quiet! All of you! I believe there is nothing funny about Sawada-kun coming late, or is there?" He asked just to be sure because he couldn't understand how the kids' brains worked these days.

Getting only silence in return let Giotto turn back to Tsuna satisfied and he gestured to him with a gentle wave. "You were saying, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

The asked boy looked up from his hunched form. Tsuna couldn't believe his eyes nor ears what just happened, what Wadasa-san said made him... happy for real, but flustered at the same time. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him.

Tsuna found it easier to stare at the blonde now, knowing that his classmates won't dare to give comments related to him being late. "I... I'm s-sorry... that... I-I'm late... b-but," Tsuna had to take a deep breath, "I... o-over... slept."

Giotto smiled at Tsuna after finishing. He knew that Tsunayoshi had a raspy and quiet voice, so he patiently waited for him to finish.

"That's alright, Tsunayoshi-kun. You can go sit down now." The blonde gave Tsuna smile, at which the boy pinked a little.

He muttered a soft 'thank you' under his nose while walking to his desk. He completely missed the slight tinge of grin on the teacher's face.

"Let's continue with the lesson then."

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad day after all...

The first lesson wasn't really bad for Tsuna as he had thought it would be. It seemed that his classmates had been asking the Italian teacher a bunch of random questions about his life during the twenty minutes he was walking to the school.

Tsuna didn't miss much, the most interesting questions were asked at the end. Giotto answered them thrutfully, but when the students started talking about their lives the blonde lost interest, but listened to their stories here and there when some new information popped up.

He mostly wanted to strike a conversation with the Sawada boy and figure out more about him. The teen looked very interesting, but mysterious and Giotto wanted to crack all of his secrets: figure out the reason why was he talking with a raspy voice, why were the other students so hostile towards him and everything he needed to know to help him out of that situation.

Unfortunately, Giotto realised that he won't be able to talk with the brunet while there are other students with them. Everytime he tried to say something to the teen, some other person got between them and talked with him as if nothing happened.

Every. Single. Time.

Giotto's anger was growing gradually when he came to a realisation that the other students didn't want him to talk with Tsunayoshi, for some strange reason. That fact was making him angry, but he controlled it in front of the class since he knew eventually the students would grow tired of him. Hopefully.

The Italian also decided to ask Tsunayoshi after the lesson if he would like to have lunch with him. That way they could strike a conversation at least once in this week.

At the end of the lesson he was continuously attacked by the same question he wanted to ask the brunet. He denied them all in favour of the brown haired boy with similar spiky hair because he wanted to find the damn answers to all of his questions. Of course the students had tried to change his mind by using words of flattery and such, but Giotto stood for his decision.

The joy in Giotto's amber eyes couldn't be unseen when the students left with disappointment written all over their faces after the bell rang. It was their fault Giotto had a grudge against them for today. They shouldn't had thrown that stupid ball of paint at him.

Once they were all out, except for the one boy Giotto wanted to talk to so much, Giotto stood up from his seat and stepped to Tsuna, who was busy packing his stuff. Giotto grinned to himself and smiled charmingly as he called the brunet by his name.

Tsuna spun around to face him in surprise and blinked once as he leaned a bit further away from the tall man, waiting for the blonde to say what he wanted. The smile on Giotto's face turned kind after he noticed the slight fear in the brunet's irises. "I am well aware this is probably abrut since we haven't talked properly yet, but would you like to have lunch with me at lunchtime?"

Tsunayoshi flushed red. The most hottest teacher at school, that nickname was given to the blonde only yesterday, was asking him, Dame-Tsuna, to have lunch together? Tsuna couldn't help but wonder why.

He looked up at Giotto's bright smilling face slightly sheepishly. The blonde looked like he really wanted to eat with him.

"U-Um... ah... I..." The brunet started to blink really fast, not sure what to say to that. Giotto's head tilted a little.

"If you don't want to, then it's fine... I will understand." He told the boy with slightly disappointed tone. Giotto really looked forward to knowing the teen more.

Tsuna blinked at first, processing the words carefully in his head before shaking his hands in front of the teacher frantically as his face reddened to a darker hue. "N-No! U-Um... I-I would... l-love to...!"

His blush turned even redder when the handsome man chuckled warmly. "Alright then. I'm glad you accepted. Could we meet in my office, so no one would bother us?" He waited until the boy gave him a shy nod before continuing. "Then we will meet there."

"Y-Yes..." Tsuna confirmed softly and squeaked quietly when Giotto smiled at him once more before leaving with "Goodbye, Sawada-kun".

Embarrassed, Tsuna closed his eyes tightly and covered his dark blush with his hands. He couldn't believe he got this flustered by someone...

And a guy, nonetheless.