And then canon was thrown out the window.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or its characters.


The whole day, Tsuna avoided looking at Yamamoto, afraid that the baseball player would be condemning him with a sad, kicked-puppy look. No matter how much the baseball player begged, Tsuna would never back down on his decision. If Reborn got to beating him, however, he doubted he could stay steadfast in the face of the baby's painful hits.

Reborn didn't do a thing, though, and he even failed to show his face for the rest of the school day. Relaxing because of the lack of violent infants trying to make his life a living hell, Tsuna sat back in his seat and tried to make sense of the lesson, sneaking peeks at Kyoko every now and then.

It was amazing how she could simply sit there and look so perfect, like an angel. Tsuna gave a small sigh, turning his attention back to the chalkboard. After all, there was no way a girl like her would want a loser like him, but he still wanted to let her know about his feelings.

It was a good thing he would never get the guts to speak up about them. Otherwise, it would cause all sorts of rumors about him for the rest of his middle and high school career. Possibly even for life.

Up in the front of the classroom, the teacher was busy writing something on the board while droning on and on about foil and numbers. What did foil have to do with math? Feeling bored, Tsuna gave Kyoko another glance, just to remind himself of how happy he had been when he had found out about her being in the same class as him.

"If you're going to stare, you might as well tell her, no-good Tsuna," a babyish voice said from seemingly nowhere. A muted bang sounded out through the classroom, but nobody except Tsuna seemed to hear it.

Something struck his forehead, sending him flying back, his seat crashing into the desk behind him. His head went blank for a moment, before one thought filled his entire being. An orange flame flared up on his forehead, thankfully not setting off the fire alarm because in the next second, he burst out of his clothes, wearing just his boxers.

It was happening again. His limbs were filled with energy, with purpose, but he couldn't control them. He found himself racing to Kyoko's desk, ignoring the teacher's outraged shouts and his classmates' cat-calling.

"KYOKO!" he screamed for that seemed to be the only thing his mouth could do at the moment despite all of his inner protests.

"U-um, yes?" the girl asked timidly, her face going red. She tried to turn her eyes on everything but the boy's boxers.

"I DEDICATE THIS SONG TO YOU." He leaned back, placing a hand on his bare chest before opening his mouth again.

The boys howled with laughter, the girls giggled to themselves, and Yamamoto looked intrigued. Hana placed a hand on Kyoko's shoulder while glaring at Tsuna.

What came out of his mouth was a sweet-sounding, but sappy love song. All attempts to move his body away from the spot while he sang were useless. His feet were planted firmly and he wouldn't move even when the teacher threatened to expel him. Even the strongmen of the class marveled at how hard Tsuna was to move.

Kyoko sat at her seat the entire time with her gaze aimed down at her desk.

With the last notes of the song, the flame on Tsuna's forehead extinguished with a small hiss. He came back to his own body, and immediately wanted to go back to wherever his mind would go when he was in Dying Will mode. Everyone was looking at him intently, except for Kyoko whose face was bright red.

He felt he had to say something. "I-I uh..."

"Herbivore."

Tsuna turned around quickly, though he already knew who it was at the door. Hibari stood there, looking none too pleased.

"Disciplinary Office. Come with me," the prefect said, before turning around and leaving.

Tsuna stood there, stunned. What? He was going to get beat up again when he just got beat up this morning? His bare legs felt cold and he hadn't even gotten a reply from Kyoko. The girl was stunned into silence.

So he did the walk of shame, padding after Hibari while trying to protect his dignity as best he could. The boy could swear that Reborn was trying to screw up his life because the baby had been no help so far.

"Put this on," Hibari said, handing him a boy's uniform once they were in the Disciplinary Office.

Tsuna took the uniform in wonderment. "S-so you're n-not going to beat me up?" he asked.

"Shut up or I will bite you to death, herbivore." Hibari turned away, ignoring Tsuna's little squeak of horror. "Now go to the bathroom."

He gladly complied, trying not to run for his life as he left the room.

Was he now in such a sorry state that even the heartless Hibari was taking pity on him? The thought was...disconcerting.

His class was surprised to see him in one piece and clothed when he got back, which wasn't much of a comfort. Kyoko, however, gave him a small smile as he walked in, though she quickly turned away afterwards. It lightened his heart a bit, but the next thing she said brought his world down.

"I'm sorry for not reacting the right way. That was supposed to be a joke to lighten up the class, right? It was just so sudden."

Tsuna swallowed down the lump in his throat. "Ah, yeah, I thought it would be funny!" he said, forcing laughter.

Great. He had embarrassed himself again, with nothing to show for it.

And it was all that damn baby's fault!


Stepping out of the school, Tsuna thought that nothing more would happen, but something did: Yamamoto suddenly appearing at his side.

The other preteen's appearance was almost as sudden as Reborn's appearances could be, and Tsuna found himself reeling back, hands up to defend his face from another flying kick.

"Hey Tsuna! No need to look so scared. It's just me!" Yamamoto exclaimed, laughing. He looked just the same as always, though his grin was a bit lackluster.

"Yamamoto! Y-you have baseball practice!" Tsuna cried out with relief, saying the first thing that came to his mind.

The baseball player's grin to shrink to a small smile. "Ah, baseball...it's all I have isn't it?" he mused out loud. "But you see, Tsuna, the thing is, I've been slowing down a bit."

"Slowing down?" Tsuna asked, tilting his head. He hadn't heard anything but good things about the other's batting averages.

Yamamoto shrugged. "You know, I haven't been getting any better over the past few weeks. Just thought it was about time I stop with baseball, since I seem to be staying at the same point."

Oh no, this was some serious stuff. Tsuna fidgeted with his fingers, wondering what to say. "U-uh, why come to me about this? I'm no-good Tsuna, remember?"

He had always taken it for granted, but he liked being no-good Tsuna. Nobody would expect anything from him, and that way, he was safe.

"You're not no-good, at least, not anymore. You're doing all these wild things, and your singing is incredible!"

Oh, right. That. Even though all of that stuff was because of the Dying Will bullet.

"Yeah, but you love baseball, don't you? If you like it, you should practice as much as possible! There's always room for improvement!" Tsuna exclaimed, babbling out all sorts of motivational things that he had heard from movies. He really didn't know half the things he was saying, but it seemed to cheer Yamamoto up.

"You're right, Tsuna! I guess I have been slacking off in practice recently. Thanks for the advice!" the baseball idol said, pausing in his walking. "How about I work hard on the baseball, and you work hard in the singing. That sound good?"

"B-but I don't like singi-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the baseball player ran off, presumably to practice. Wow, he was dedicated. Tsuna admired him a bit for that.

The brunette gave a sigh, and went off to live his inconsequential life.