i'm beginning to think that you guys don't read my author notes.

that's not true, right?

you guys read everything in the chapters, right?

of course you guys do,

after all,

i have laid all my trust and love to you absolutely wonderful readers that have most certainly read everything in my chapters.

right?

right.

i mean, if you can't PM me b/c you don't have a account, then at least say it through a review.

i won't get mad or frustrated at reading only the pairing suggestion you want.

i've only gotten one person to carry out the favor i pleaded for in the 3rd chapter's A/N.

btw thank you sooooo much, Imitation Angel!

anyway. so, i'm saying that i need more pairing suggestions.

i know i said it's canon plot and the start of the Daily Arc, but that does not mean i can't change or twist it a little.

FUCK THAT.

IT'S NOT REALLY THE CANON PLOT.

ONLY REALLY SIMILAR.

I'M SORRY.

please don't kill me.

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Why were there so many smart students nowadays?

Tsunahime stared blankly down at the trembling and quite pale redhead beside her. He looked sick.

Sick, as in he was about to throw up...

...or something among those lines.

She glanced over at the two-seats-over Byakuran, who was leaning back on his chair (she was going to laugh if he fell) with only his toes to keep the balance (his hands were in his pockets), and gave him questioning eyes of suspicion.

He smiled-

-that bastard-

-and motioned voicelessly to talk to the poor kid.

Tsunahime hesitated. She wasn't much of a social person, she knew that about herself all too well.

But this boy...

She thought she saw a shadow of her little brother's form before blinking in surprise and seeing the clear figure of the nervous fifteen-year-old.

...he reminded her of Tsunayoshi.

Just a tad bit.

Their height, body physique, and nervous disposition were exactly the same.

Yes...

Just a tad bit.

The red-haired boy's jade green eyes flickered to her apathetic expression and cringed as his stomachache got worse. He was now sweating profusely, and the heat his flushed face gave off was fogging his thick glasses.

But he didn't dare try to take them off and clean them or dry himself.

This girl-

-no, woman, he corrected himself (as he recalled Byakuran telling him that she was nineteen years old)-

-was perhaps the most prettiest female he had ever seen in his fifteen years of living.

Ah, he thought, wringing his wrists anxiously, 'beautiful' fits her more. He peeked over his glasses at the older student, and his blush deepened. The voice in his head adapted a more wistful tone. But... she would be so much more beautiful, if she only smi-

"Shoichi... right?"

He jumped, and reflexively straightened, accidentally looking up and into her eyes directly.

A wave of nausea washed over him, and his knees locked together.

Tsunahime frowned ever so slightly at his overly-nervous form, lightly furrowing her brows at his dampening clothes.

She slipped her hand into the side pocket of her messenger bag, and pulled out her handkerchief. She hesitated, then moved her other hand forward, holding his bangs back while she wiped at the sweat accumulating on his forehead.

"Relax," she told him casually, not seeing the broadening grin of Byakuran, "pressure in college will make you sink into depression." She leaned back as he took the cloth and proceeded to dry himself.

Tsunahime watched as his flustering lessened and shoulders loosened. While the younger student was busy stabilizing his homeostasis, she gave Byakuran a scolding look, in which he responded with a what she was able to identify as a proud smile.

Proud?

What could he be proud about?

"Um... th-thank... thank you, Sa-... Sawada-san..."

Even his stuttering was the same as Tsuna.

She didn't realize she was smiling until she saw her reflection off of Shoichi's square glasses.

To her, it looked like it didn't belong there.

Byakuran sighed as she quickly erased the smile and resumed her blank face. He had been hoping that she wouldn't notice. Tsunahime's smiles were each a piece of heaven themselves, and his day always brightened even if the sun wasn't out.

Damn glasses.

Tsunahime looked over at Byakuran and tapped her wrist.

The marshmallow monster looked at his watch and mouthed the time back at her.

She nodded ever so slightly and turned her attention back at the now-calm redhead sitting beside her.

They had ten minutes left.

"...fifteen years old, huh."

Shoichi flinched before nodding shyly.

"Hmm... you're pretty smart. When did you start skipping grades?"

"Wh-when I was in elementary..."

"Only in elementary?"

"Oh, just twice in middle school. I was enrolled in Yumei Private before coming here."

The casual questions were taking effect, and Shoichi slowly began to adapt into the laid-back flow his seniors (in age) went along with.

He smiled at the memory of his principle offering a scholarship to college with a gentle, fatherly and proud smile, his kind eyes twinkling.

At hearing the younger student's large skip, Tsunahime leaned back into her chair to stare at Byakuran while Shoichi was lost in his past memories.

She narrowed her eyes a fraction upon realization.

Byakuran hadn't told her that he skipped grades.

And he wasn't the one to lie.

She frowned a little, furrowing her brows again.

Byakuran felt the sharp stare and turned to the girl he liked.

Giving her a questioning smile, he tilted his head in askance.

"Yes, Hime-chan? What is it?"

Tsunahime craned her head back, looking at the sweet-toothed seventeen-year-old through the corners of her eyes.

Something in her was ringing bells. Telling her not to ask how he got into college. To let it go (for now), saying that he would tell her when he thought the time was right.

Or something cliché like that.

Propping her arm on the back of her chair, she hummed as she buried her face in the crook of her elbow, settling to stare instead.

Byakuran fidgeted a little in his seat, growing hotter and hotter at each passing second.

Tsunahime's deep brown eyes seemed to be glowing hazel, although he was sure that it was just his eyes playing tricks at him.

Sweat broke out under his jawline, and he couldn't take it anymore.

He turned his head to the front, breaking eye contract.

Even though he was no longer meeting her eyes directly, he still felt her probing stare on the side of his head.

Tsunahime scoffed quietly at Byakuran's awkwardness and looked at still-dreamy redhead.

"Shoichi."

Said fifteen-year-old snapped out of his stupor, light returning to his previously blank eyes.

"Yes?"

"You live in Namimori, right?"

Shoichi blinked at the sudden question, but nodded anyway.

Tsunahime hummed in thought. Maybe she could ask about her family.

She had been hearing about a no-good brunet, and wondered who this infamous teen was.

She knew it was horrible of her, but she couldn't help but assume that it was her little brother.

"What do you know about Sawada Tsunayoshi?"

The redhead made a face at the name, and shuddered.

Byakuran, who was listening in on the conversation, got interested.

The older student never talked about her family, and although Byakuran could easily gather information about it, he felt a little... tainted upon that act.

"He's... he's a little weird. He complains and whines a lot... His grades are horrible... He sucks at sports... Everyone calls him Dame-Tsuna, because he can't do anything right."

So she was right.

Somehow, she felt no guilt in thinking that way.

Maybe it was because it was the utter, hard truth.

Tsunahime unknowingly smiled, sighing silently in a hopeless manner.

"He's still scared, huh? That's so like him..."

Shoichi blushed at the her serenity while Byakuran smiled brightly, humming to emphasize his pleasant mood.

The fifteen-year-old scratched at his head, ducking his head. She's seriously pretty, he mumbled in his head, glancing over to the older student. To his dismay, the smile was gone and the apathetic expression was back. He looked at Byakuran, who just sighed disappointingly and dropped his head on the metal desk with a pout.

Tsunahime saw their forlorn faces and frowned in confusion. "What's up with you guys?"

They gave her a strange look, and then sighed again.

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A/N:

fail ending is fail.

i know it's short, but i had to explain the appearance of Shoichi.

personally, i think he's very useless.

but whatever.

remember to PM me of your favorite pairings guys!

so i can put up the poll as soon as possible.

the current one was gonna be replaced soon anyway.

i'm gonna be thinking about things a lot.

like, Tsunahime's part in the plots and arcs, and if she should fight or not, and stuff...

so, yeah.

one week.

give me one week to figure things out.

but i'll definitely have things plotted by then.

thanks!

also, tell me if there's any grammar or sentence mistakes!

lots of love.

by the way, when Tsunahime said "he's still scared", she meant that "he's still scared for standing up for himself".

idk, but that's what she meant. lol.