It was the weekend again and I was over at Tsuna's (no surprise). We were starting a new video game that we bought and after awhile Tsuna and I went to go buy some snacks.
"Man, it's so hot today…" noted Tsuna, covering his eyes from the sun's rays beating down on us.
"No kidding," I said, "Hey, think we could fry an egg on the sidewalk?"
We laughed. Ahh, nothing like a nice weekend to take a break from the people at school~.
Ring-Ring
Hm?
Tsuna and I looked back, seeing a young woman on a bike heading our way. She stopped near us and took off her helmet revealing her face.
Hm…I think she might be a foreigner…
"Here, have one," she said, tossing Tsuna a soda can and riding off.
True to Tsuna's unfortunate clumsiness, the can hit his forehead, and it dropped to the ground causing it to open.
"You okay, Tsuna?" I asked.
"Yeah," he sighed, "That was so uncool…"
"Could've been worse," I tried to reassure him.
Tsuna and I then noticed that the soda that spilled out was suddenly bubbling ominously, releasing a noxious, purple fume that apparently affected a crow since it just fell from the sky and was currently foaming at the mouth.
"HUH?" We jumped back.
"What the heck is going on!" Tsuna shouted.
I was tugging gently on his sleeve, "L-let's just head back."
When we got back to the house, we were greeted by Reborn-san who was covered in…b-b-beetles…
Huh, it's been awhile since I fainted. Wonderful.
Waking up later that evening, Tsuna called me to fill me in on what happened.
"Her name's Bianchi?" I asked.
"Yeah, Reborn said she's more commonly known as 'Poison Scorpion Bianchi' because she makes people eat her 'poison cooking'," explained Tsuna.
"Well, that explains the weird soda." On the other side, Tsuna groaned.
"I can't believe she'd go all this way just to kill me!" I tilted my head slightly.
"But isn't that what assassins do?" I could hear Tsuna beginning to ruffle his hair.
"She wanted to kill me because I was, apparently, taking up all of Reborn's time!" Tsuna complained, "If she wants him, she can have him!"
"She sounds like she's obsessed," I noted, "And that's never a good thing."
"Hm? How so?"
"Remember Yamamoto-san and his arm?"
"O-oh, yeah…"
"Obsession can really mess with your life," I said, "We should be more careful if we meet more people like Bianchi-san."
"Right, that's a good plan," agreed Tsuna.
…We both sighed.
"But knowing our luck, we'll attract those kinds of people no matter what," Tsuna moaned.
"W-well, let's just try and look on the bright side of things," I assured, "Tomorrow, my Home Economics class is making riceballs for the boys, and Sasagawa-san's in that class."
"Oh yeah! That's right!" I could almost feel the cheery air emanating from him through the phone. I suddenly found it hard to swallow.
"It's getting late," I told him, "Get some sleep, okay Tsuna?"
"You too," he said, "Good night, Chi."
"Good night, Tsuna."
Click
I put my phone on my nightstand and laid back down on my bed.
Why does talking about Sasagawa-san make my chest feel like its being crushed?
Well, today's Tsuna's lucky day. Why?
Sasagawa-san was walking with us to school. I decided to give the two their space, so I don't have any details on what they were talking about.
Ring-Ring
Hm?
We turned around and saw Bianchi-san coming right at us. She sped by, tossing three cans of soda, which were quickly dealt with thanks to Tsuna using his bag as a weapon.
After that, we ran towards the school.
Ah, Home Economics, one of my favorite classes. Why? Because one: this teacher actually likes me, and two: my mom taught me all she knew about cooking. And, I'm really good at making riceballs.
Hmm, who should I give them to…I know I'm definitely going to make one for Tsuna (I'll give it to him after class, wouldn't want Sasagawa-san to think Tsuna and I are more than friends).
Yamamoto-san? Hm, his fangirls would already be flocking him, but he is a friend. Let's see, his family owns a sushi restaurant…I'll put some fish in his.
Gokudera-san? Same with Yamamoto-san. His fangirls are vicious. He seems like the type that likes savory foods. I'll put some bits of fried chicken in his.
"Hey, Chi!" called a voice from behind me. I reluctantly turned to look.
Oh, it's Shimizu-san.
"What're you gonna put in your riceballs?" her eyes were glittering with excitement, "I'm going to put some pickled vegetables in Hayato's, he needs to eat healthy."
"O-oh, um," I stuttered, not used to talking to other people in this class, "I'm going to put umeboshi in Tsuna's, fish in Yamamoto-san's, and some fried chicken in Gokudera-san's."
Shimizu-san's brows quirked, "'Yamamoto-san'? Who's he?"
"H-he's the school's top baseball player, he's tall, has short spiky hair, and…um, amber eyes…" I tried describing.
"Oh! That guy, he seems pretty cool, I guess," she said plainly.
If his fangirls heard her tone, they'd be glaring us to death.
"That's why he's popular…" I murmured.
While we shaped the riceballs, Shimizu-san spoke again.
"So, Chi."
"Y-yes?" I asked.
"You and the Tenth seem to be pretty close," she said, "Considering that you two don't use the suffix for each other's names, isn't that a big thing in Japanese culture?"
"W-we've been friends for a long time…" I muttered.
"Even so, it's rare for people in Japan to call each other without the suffix, isn't it?" she asked.
Before I could ask why she was so curious, the teacher spoke.
"Alright, girls, time to pass out your riceballs!" and she led us out the door.
The boys in class were all abuzz when we came in. Shimizu-san had already sped to Gokudera-san, offering her riceballs, to which he accepted almost…excitedly?
I took my gaze elsewhere and saw that Yamamoto-san was already surrounded by his fangirls.
Looking over at Tsuna, I saw him eying Sasagawa-san's riceballs. His eyes flickered over to me and we had a mental conversation.
'After class?'
'After class.'
Sighing, I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye.
Bianchi-san?
H-hey, why are there maggots coming out of those riceballs? Since when were they purple?
Looks like Tsuna noticed, he was looking around frantically.
"Sawada-kun, do you want one?" Sasagawa-san asked.
"Eh, u-uh…" he stuttered.
"You don't like salmon?"
"N-no, no! I-it's not like that!" he was waving his arms around wildly. Yamamoto-san and Gokudera-san walked up behind him.
"If you don't want them, Boss, we'll take them!" said Gokudera-san.
"Good idea, Gokudera!" Yamamoto-san agreed.
"W-wait!" cried Tsuna.
"Ah!" I was going to try and stop them along with Tsuna, but he was already moving.
"You'll die if you if those!" and he tossed them up in the air.
Then, I heard a faint bang! coming from outside and something hit Tsuna in the forehead and stomach.
"Oh dear…" I trailed, feeling a bit weak as I saw Tsuna running around and causing chaos while eating all the riceballs.
"Ah, ah," Shimizu-san tutted, she took the riceballs out of my hands and held them up, "Wouldn't want the Tenth to eat those without savoring them, right?"
"A-ah, th-thank you…" I whispered.
"No problem," chuckled Shimizu-san, "Just try and stay standing until the Tenth calms down."
Once everything settled down, the girls filed out (not including Shimizu-san and I).
While walking out, I overheard Sasagawa-san's friend, Kurokawa-san, talking to her.
"Guess you can take that as Sawada's declaration of love, Kyoko."
…? Why do I feel out of breath?
"That was an incredibly manly thing to do, Boss," commented Gokudera-san.
"Way to go, Tsuna!" laughed Yamamoto-san.
"Huh?" Tsuna asked.
"Shouting, 'I'll kill anyone who eats the riceballs Kyoko-chan gave me!'" Gokudera-san recited, "Just what I'd expect from you, Tenth!"
Shimizu-san let out an amused scoff and gave me back my riceballs.
Walking closer to Tsuna, I said, "I heard differently…here Tsuna, a riceball with umeboshi."
Sighing, Tsuna took one, "Thanks, Chi," he said, gratefully.
"I made one for you guys too," I held them out to Yamamoto-san and Gokudera-san.
"Hahaha, thanks Chi! These look great!"
"…They're okay," said Gokudera-san begrudgingly.
"Oh, admit it, you like them~!" teased Shimizu-san.
"Hey! You're the new student, Shimizu Eva, right?" asked Yamamoto-san.
"Yep, yep!" she greeted, "And you're Yamamoto Takeshi, right? Mind if I call you 'Yama-chi'?"
"Hahaha! Go right ahead!" he laughed, "S'okay if I call you, 'Eva-chan'?"
"It's perfectly fine!"
"Oi! Eva!" shouted Gokudera-san, "Don't get so friendly with him! We can't completely trust him!"
"Aw, c'mon," whined Shimizu-san, "Can't I make friends?"
While this was going on, Tsuna was shrinking under the combined glares of the boys in the class.
…We need to do something about that 'Dying Will' mode.