All kinds of ideas fly through you head as Hibari leads you down the school corridors. Was he going to make you do the school's gym kit laundry? Or clean out the cafeteria? A much more severe thought entered your head as you imagine him using you as a punching bag for practice. Further thoughts do nothing but bring fear and tension into your mind. When Hibari finally drags you into the disciplinary room you feel your whole-body freeze, awaiting whatever horrible punishment he has in mind.

The sound of the committee room door locking behind you only serves to heighten your fear. You curse yourself for not finding a way to hide your staff on your persons, hand to hand you had no chance against him.

He steps towards you, and intuitively you take a few steps backwards till you feel the blunt edge of a desk bump against you. He doesn't stop. Your eyes scan over his blank face, looking for any indication of his intentions. You can feel your breathing hasten as your eyes meet his, he was so close you could see every fleck of steel lilac in his piercing eyes.

His hand moves upward, grabbing at the fabric on the shoulder of your maid outfit; A simple action that makes you heart pound. You hadn't thought he would be after you in this way. "Please." You manage in an unintentionally pleading tone.

He doesn't let go, but he stops pulling on your dress. "I'm not-" but you can't finish. You're not what? Not sure what to do? Not sure how this kind of things works? Not sure if you want to?

A sharp tug causes the sleeve of your outfit to come off.

"Your arm." He says point-blank, leaning forward and opening the drawer of the desk behind you, pulling out some bandages.

You stare at him confused. As usual he remains silent but pushes you onto the desk. Carefully he cradles your injured arm, winding tape around the bruised and beaten areas. You'd completely forgotten about the baton and whip injury. You were so used to being injured after your fights you'd just learnt to ignore it. To your own ignorance too, the bruise has taken over most of your upper arm and is turning a painful looking blue and green colour. You look up at Hibari. who is paying you no mind, focusing only on wrapping the tape without causing you any unnecessary pain.

It's a comfortable silence as Hibari slowly tends to your injury. You watch him intently, seeing him so calm and quiet in contrast to the aggressive blood hungry guardian you were used to makes you wonder if there's more to him. His touch is almost soft as he ties the bandage around your arm. He looks to you, finally meeting you gaze

A loud bang breaks the connection between the two of you. "Oi bastard, get off her!" It's Gokudera, seemingly throwing himself against the locked disciplinary room door. "Don't hurt her!"

"We saw you from the tree outside! Haru won't stand for creepy guys. Don't worry, we'll save you!" Haru shouts.

You move to open the door but Hibari's strong hand holds you in place. Instead he stops his actions, unlocking the door and stepping out. "Ange-chanl are you okay?" You hear Haru's cry from just beyond the door. "Oi Hibari you can't just go touching her like that."

"It's okay! Guys I'm fi-" The door closes behind him and the sound of metal hitting flesh echoes back through the room, followed by the fading sound of scarpering feet. You wince and hold your arm as you recall just how intense Hibari could be when the tonfas were out. He returned silently - locking the door once again behind him.

"Did you have to fight them, they were just concerned about me." You mumble not wanting to directly challenge him, but still make him aware he couldn't just hit everything he didn't like into submission. "They're not the only ones." He says as walks past you and pulls a book off the side table next to the sofa.

His words only further confuse you as he gestures to join him on the couch. You obey, wondering if the guardians temper has passed. His hands are warm as they grace yours, gifting the book. The title reads "Decoding Strategies from the War."

"Your notebook." He says flatly as if answering the question before you can ask.

You look at him, he doesn't return the favour, seemingly finished with the conversation. You thank him anyway, opening the book and perching the notebook on the arm of the sofa, appreciating Hibari's silent nature, the concertation and space it allowed you. The soft, sleepy, silent space.

The lasting light of the dusk sun is all you have to go by for time as you stretch out your arms, forcing them to flex against the firm padding of the sofa. There's folded white fabric in front of you face and, as you roll onto your back you're greeted with the face of the sleeping cloud guardian.

You can't quite believe you've fallen asleep on the lap of your disciplinary head, let alone the fact he's allowed you to stay there. Your body slowly relays information to your brain as you roll back to your original position. Hibari's arm is around your back, securing you on his lap. You'd fallen asleep on his lap and he'd let you live? More importantly, how would you get out of this without waking him? What were the etiquette rules for falling asleep on your death happy senpai?

Taking a deep breath, you decided it was now or never. Slowly, inch by inch, you slide yourself out from under his arm and off the sofa.

You leave the sleeping guardian in the disciplinary room, locking the door behind him; less for his protection and more for the protection of anyone who dared disturb him. Keen to get out of the cheap maid outfit, you headed down to the lobby. You always kept a set of spare uniforms in your locker in case some poor student got theirs messy.

It was the feathery black spikes peaking up over the lockers that caught your attention.

"Yamamaoto-kun?"

He greets you, a tinge of concern on his face that only grows as he notices the bandage around your arm.

"Did he hurt you?" he asks, tentatively.

"N-no. I mean he did, a while ago. But he fixed it up." You held your arm out to show it was still functional giving your most convincing I'm-okay smile.

Yamamoto seems to believe you, his face returning to the usual loveable smile. "I'm glad." He says, breathing a sign of relief

You look in your locker before cursing yourself, remembering you'd given your last spare uniform to another student. The look of disappointment must be visible on your face, prompting the rain guardian to ask what was wrong.

"I thought I had a spare uniform but . . . it's gone."

Without another word he reaches into his own locker, pulling out his pale blue baseball jersey. "Here." He bends down and slides the jacket over your maid outfit. The jersey is warm and covers down to your knees.

Amusing yourself you wave your arms childishly, watching the excess sleeve fabric flail as you do so. This earns a friendly laugh from the guardian as he offers you his hand. "Should we head home?"

Cheekily you slap the excess sleeve into his open palm, denying him your hand. As you walk home together you take a secret joy in the musk of the rain guardians jersey that now surrounds you.