Two chapters, two days in a row! I must be possessed with all this sudden updating lol. I'm hoping to make up for the monthly updates I missed and get the story progressing, so do look forward for future updates! Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN KHR
Dear diary,
New year, new me right? Indeed that is so seeing as today, the very first day of the year I have decided to leave my house to willingly partake in an activity Sawada & Co invited me to. Now you must be wondering why the sudden change of heart? Have I finally gone soft? What a ridiculous thing to assume.
Tsuna wearily observed his surroundings, concerned that everyone had gathered because of one of Reborn's silly schemes.
"Class rep even you're here?" he asked, noting Michiko's presence.
She softly smiled speaking in a pleasant tone. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
His body filled with dread hearing her speak in such an odd manner. What exactly was going on with her?
"Today is the New Year's "Family Versus" Battle in Vongola Style." announced Reborn. "I called everyone out for that reason. And here comes out our opponent."
Dino arrived with his subordinates following behind which Tsuna noted only caused Michiko's eerie smile to widen.
Yes that's right today was my chance for vengeance. Dino was going to be demolished if I had my way. Not only had he not left Japan following our initial encounter, he had continued to insinuate ideas of Sawada and me. Sawada and me of all things. Apparently human decency was a quality that did not occur in me naturally, so of course it meant I had some sort of feelings for Sawada, god knows he meant romantic ones at that.
At some point in time Sawada had been hospitalized following an outing with Dino. As class rep I obviously had to visit him for the class. Class representative? Could it be any more obvious why I was there?
"Sawada?" Michiko asked, peering into the room occupied by the brown haired boy.
"Class rep?" he squinted towards the door.
"Yup." she replied, lifting the basket up towards him. "Got you some fruit since you're probably in the hospital for malnutrition."
"Actually it's a broken leg."
"If you weren't malnourished your bones wouldn't break so easily." she stated matter-of-factly, placing the basket on the table nearby. She pulled up a stool near the bed and plopped onto it. "I'll peel you a tangerine."
"Thanks."
As she peeled away the orange skin, Michiko felt eyes on her back. Tsuna looked up towards the door. "Dino-san!"
"Hey Tsuna! Kobayashi-san." he lifted his hand up.
Michiko hummed in acknowledgement, still focused on peeling.
"Kobayashi-san are you peeling fruit for Tsuna?"
No you idiot I'm doing this for fun. In fact I'm going to devour the whole tangerine myself. This whole basket is actually for me. I'm gonna take it home right after.
Instead she opted for a mere hum with an added nod this time.
"You'd make such a good wife wouldn't you?" he laughed slapping her on the back. The tangerine slipped out of her hands and rolled under the bed. She blinked twice, stood up from her seat and left the room without a word.
How the hell did he even make such a jump? As if peeling fruit was such a skill. He literally just speaks for the sake of speaking. Of course that was just the beginning for the number of awkward things Dino had said in front of us. Sawada was in love with Sasagawa for God's sake why did Dino keep pushing boundaries? And so I have decided to utterly demolish him under the guise of friendly competition.
As the family battle progressed, the Vongola side continued to lose and Michiko had no opportunity to showcase her skills. In the final round, the teams were challenged to create rice cake. She was in disbelief. Of all the things to be left with it had to be her Achilles heel, cooking. She sat back and let the rest of the group finish up. The results came out and the other team's also looked horrible, so Michiko could only assume the Vongola team would win. Or so she thought until Tsuna opened the container to reveal purple steaming mush.
What in God's name could have possibly made something so foul?
Michiko smirked as an idea popped into her head. "Hey Dino~" she called over in a singsong voice. Tsuna flinched at the ominous tone of joy in her voice while Dino hesitatingly laughed.
"Why not try some of our rice cake?" she smiled widely, her eyes closed.
He gulped, before turning his heel in the opposite direction.
"But wait come back!" Michiko gleefully called, following after him menacingly.
Maybe this will teach him otherwise.
Valentine's Day, another day where women have to go out of their way to feed men in an expression of feelings. How pointless.
Michiko jotted down her thoughts onto the journal, abhorring how the day progressed. Of course it was just her luck to be in the same class as Yamamoto and Gokudera, two of the most popular boys in the freshman year. Girls kept squealing about, running into the classroom to dump their chocolate, either to get graciously thanked by Yamamoto or horrendously howled at by Gokudera. Michiko wasn't much for the culinary arts and after the rice ball incident she refused to shove food down any man's throat only for ungrateful commentary. If the cooking hadn't killed him, it couldn't have been that bad.
"So class rep no chocolates this year?" asked Yamamoto, settling down in the chair in front of her. He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back, placing his chin on his forearms.
"If you want chocolate there are convenience stores for a reason." Michiko replied, not bothering to look up. "Not to mention I'm sure you have more than enough with your hoards of female fans."
He laughed. "I meant in general."
"Do you really see me partaking in these types of festivities Yamamoto?" she asked, raising a brow.
"It's not all that bad." he smiled, flashing his teeth.
"Says the boy who's getting boatloads of chocolate." she muttered.
This holiday was not worth the effort, nor would it ever be.
It was that time of the year again. Cherry blossom season. Unfortunately in Namimori that meant lining up early to get a good spot in the one park that existed in this town.
"So do tell me again why I have to be dragged around?" Michiko asked the trio with her arms crossed.
Nature was not her forte. Nature meant bugs, wind, dirt, and allergies. Grass made her itchy, the heat made her sweat, the wind messed up her hair, and did she have to go on? The comforts of home were known as comforts for a reason, because they were preferred. If man could truly face nature why would houses and shelters have been built?
"Quit complaining! Reborn-san expects us to find good seating, so just shut up and do it." commanded Gokudera.
Michiko rolled her eyes at his incessant need for the validation of a toddler. If Reborn hadn't told her he'd send them to her house to forcibly drag her out, she wouldn't have willingly come in the first place. Those three knowing the location of her house, the one solace from their nonsense was on the same nightmarish level as confronting the outdoors.
A few minutes of wandering later, they managed to find a clear spot with a good view. Of course this was suspiciously idealistic, so it was no surprise when a delinquent appeared to make threats. Gokudera easily knocked him out with a knee to the stomach, only for the main psychopath to rear his head.
"Great Gokudera, you got Hibari Kyoya to come out. While he kicks all of your asses, I will gladly leave the premise." Michiko said with a wave of her hand.
So not cleaning up after these three again.
"How about a game?" proposed Reborn, who had appeared from the tree branch. "First one whose knees touch the ground loses."
Unsurprisingly Gokudera and Yamamoto were down in under a minute. Somehow Sawada pulled through and Hibari lost. I was really hoping otherwise. If these three ended up in the hospital again that would mean I could go home. I guess the cherry blossom trees are aesthetically pleasing though. And cherry blossoms signal the start of spring, which means we're about to go up a grade. This could be the last moment we spend together while being in the same class. Really puts things in perspective….
Dear God why do you do this to me?
Michiko scanned the list of names under class 2A mentally counting the people she had recognized from her first year class. Basically 95% of the class was the same. Of course this meant she would be pushed into becoming class representative yet again. Everyone was already comfortable with relying on her, the stoic and diligent class rep who epitomized responsibility. There may have been a vote this time, but the likelihood of anyone coming in and sweeping it out from under her feet was unlikely.
Michiko entered the class spotting the usual crowd of Tsuna and company.
"Hey class rep." Tsuna greeted you.
She distastefully side eyed his greeting. "Sawada I'm technically not the class rep anymore."
"Oh that's right." he chuckled awkwardly. "I don't think anyone else will be running though."
"Of course not." she rolled her eyes.
Honestly speaking did they even know me as anything aside from the class rep? It's as if these people thought I was the living definition of the role when I didn't ask for the job in the first place.
Michiko watched as class began and Reborn disguised as a teacher called for everyone's attention to vote for a class representative. Another student readily nominated Naito Longchamp, one of the new students in the class who was known for his wild stories. In retaliation Gokudera nominated Tsuna.
"Gokudera-kun, what are you saying?" he shouted out in bewilderment. "Wouldn't class rep be the best choice?"
Tsuna pointed over at Michiko while she threw back a glare. The other students turned their heads and muttered in agreement claiming that Tsuna's proposal was the most logical choice.
Well of course it was. Neither of these idiots would live up to my legacy.
Michiko stood from her chair, releasing an exasperated sigh. "If you're gonna nominate me isn't it excessive to automatically call me by the title I'm running for? Although neither of you are much competition it sounds to me that you've already assumed I won. Also Sawada is a candidate is it all right for him to nominate someone? No? Then I refuse his nomination."
Tsuna stared back wearily as she silently sat back down.
"Well in that case can I nominate Kobayashi?" asked Yamamoto, raising his hand.
She slowly turned her head towards his direction, leering at him. Of course Yamamoto merely flashed her a toothy grin.
I will murder this boy.
With that being said, Reborn forced the three and their respective nominators to the front of the class, prompting persuasive words of praise from the pairs.
"Then it's basically a bragging contest between us!" squealed out Longchamp. "I'll start first! My skill is that I fail every single course!"
"Tsuna does that too." countered Reborn.
Michiko brought a hand to her head and closed her eyes.
Idiots, truly idiots.
"I pass all my classes." she stated with a straight face.
The rest of the class mimicked her expression, questioning why a competition was even necessary at this point. Following the students' remarks, Longchamp attempted to appease them by showing off his girlfriend. Gokudera's rebuttal was the mention of Tsuna's tutor Reborn, while Yamamoto interceded to mention Michiko occasionally tutored both him and Tsuna.
"Aren't we all going to vote for Kobayashi-san anyway? Longchamp and Sawada definitely don't seem right for this." stated the class in unison.
Their actions were unsurprising to Michiko. Of course she'd get the role again, no one else wanted to shoulder the burden or push it off to the incapable. Just as she was ready to accept the renewal of her title, Longchamp fell to the ground, waking up half naked with tears streaming down his face. He began to ramble about the misfortunes he had endured throughout his life receiving the sympathy of those in the room.
Michiko scoffed at his pathetic pathos play, marching over and kicking him down. "You really think you're going to come out with tears and deprive me of a title I clearly deserve? Well Longchamp if this keeps up I can reassure you that your future will be twice as miserable as your past." she growled out at him.
His body laid on the ground in fetal position, tears still running. "Please vote for Kobayashi-san." he dejectedly muttered out.
She turned to politely smile at the rest of the class who quickly conceded their votes to her.
After voting had ended, Michiko walked alongside the trio through the streets. Gokudera grumbled about Tsuna not winning the position, although he had rightfully deserved it.
"All those idiots are blind Tenth! They were ready to vote for that dumbass Longchamp the second he started crying! It's outrageous just thinking about it!"
Tsuna nervously laughed, relieved he hadn't gotten the vote. "I think it was more surprising that class rep threatened him at the end. I thought you didn't even want the job."
"You really think I'm going to give up this role to Longchamp of all people Sawada?" you replied, sneering at the very thought. "As if I'd lose to him."
The banter continued until the group hit the intersection where they parted ways. Michiko followed Tsuna after agreeing to stop by to help him prep for the new school year.
Tsuna spoke up breaking the silence. "I know you said you didn't want to give up the position to Longchamp, but even before that you seemed to really reject it."
As she turned to look at him, he threw his hands up nervously. "It's completely fine if you don't want to talk about it, but you've just helped me out a lot so I wanted to see if I could do anything…"
She blankly stared at him, looking slightly vexed. For someone so dumb Tsuna had strangely exceptional intuition. "That's nice of you to offer Sawada, but there's not much to say."
No way was I spilling to Sawada. The fact that I had even showed the slightest bit of concern over something so unimportant was ridiculous enough.
"Ah well okay…" he responded.
Michiko silently weighed the pros and cons of spilling her feelings to him. It was Tsuna of all people. He was considerably good-natured, but she was impassive. She didn't talk about feelings; hell she couldn't even acknowledge if she felt them, so how was she supposed to talk about them?
"What's my name?" Michiko quietly asked him.
His brows furrowed in confusion. "Kobayashi?"
"My full name. Do you know it?"
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, which she automatically knew to mean he did not.
"Kobayashi Michiko. My name isn't class rep, but it seems to be the only way any of you can identify me. I know we're not exactly friends, but if I weren't the class rep would you even know what to call me? There's a reason I was possessive over the job. I may not like it, but am I anything without it?"
"I didn't realize. I'm sorry." he apologized. "But Kobayashi-san I didn't think you would have insecurities about this. People see you as someone responsible and smart and that's why they chose you as class representative. Even without the title it wouldn't make you any less of what you are. You still have your own qualities without being class representative."
Michiko stared back at Tsuna, unsure of what expression to make. She quietly mumbled her thanks and bowed her head. To think Tsuna's word would actually serve as support.
"Besides I don't think tormenting other competitors into forfeiting is a common trait amongst class reps." he jokingly added.
She laughed at the comment and nodded her head. "Yeah I guess not."
"And I want you to know that I do consider us friends Kobayashi-san. We didn't start off on the best terms, but we've come a pretty far way. I'm sure Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto probably think the same."
Michiko didn't respond, but Tsunaa could see the slight upward motion tugging at the corner of her lips. He smiled to himself as they continued walking to his house.
Friends? I've never really had them before, maybe acquaintances at best. As annoying as I might have found Sawada and the rest of them, it had died down a bit. That's not to say I particularly liked them, but the occasional conversation wasn't as painful as it previously was. For one thing I no longer went out of my way to avoid them. Maybe this is what friendship is? I mean I know one year ago I definitely would not have told Sawada about my problems, so I guess we really have come a long way. Honestly speaking it's not completely terrible.
As romantic as it is to have Tsuna call OC class rep (note the sarcasm) it is highly unrealistic, so he'll eventually have to transition to calling her by her name. Major point of this chapter was to show that she's warming up to them and realizing that she actually has which is why she bothers to hang out with them.
Thanks for reading! And please do review! Thank you to anyone who has previously reviewed, you've basically made my day.
