A/N: This is gold that popped up into my head while I was in the bathroom. I stared laughing as I wrote this down. Enjoy guys.

To say the least he was bored...and tired. Granted it was the last class of the day, but no one should be this exhausted. Tsuna took a glance at the clock that hung above the door. There was still 30 minutes left in class. Well H-E double freakin' hockey sticks. He still had notes to take so might as well make the best of the now 25 minutes he has left. Joy.

Gokudera was, too, bored. He knew what the teacher was telling the restore the class since he already studied it in Italy. He scoped out the classroom to occupy his boredom and he saw the ever present baseball idiot, he called him, asleep without a care in the world. Lucky little-NO;he was better than that. much better than that. How can that lay-about sleep when threats to his boss could be just around the corner. B $+*^} should be fired. Gokudera shifted his gaze over to his boss noticing said boss was on the verge of falling asleep. Disheartened by this, Gokudera went out of his way to try to keep his boss awake.

Tsuna's head was about to hit the desk when an innocent piece of paper landed on it. Curiosity took over and high hopes that his long time crush, Kyoko Sasagawa, was the one who threw the paper. Sadly enough, Kyoko was looking at the board copying down notes. Tsuna's eyes drifted towards the front to see his right hand man slightly waving at him a pointing to the paper on his desk. So Gokudera threw it, what a disappointment.

Tsuna carefully unraveled the paper hoping he wasn't catching any unwanted attention.

'What do you want to do after school? There's no homework.' True.

Tsuna quickly scribbled down a response and tossed it back to his friend when no one was looking. Gokudera just as quickly wrote down his answer and tossed it back.

'Going to the mall is a great idea, Juudaime, but what about the baseball idiot?' Tsuna sighed at the simple question

'He's coming too, Gokudera.' The brunette could see the bomber physically deflate after he read the paper. The silverette then mouthed back with a forced smile, 'I'll let him know.' Tsuna nodded looking back at the clock to see that they had five glorious minutes left of class. He was too happy at that and he watched as Gokudera reared back his arm throwing the paper across the room at the still sleeping Yamamoto. The two friends looked on flabbergasted when the still asleep Yamamoto caught the ball of paper a opened an eyelid. He slowly looked up to notice his two friends looking at him weirdly. He offered a small wave before uncrumpling the paper and reading the contents. He hastily wrote a reply and looked for the right time to throw back the sheet.

...You saw what was wrong with that sentence didn't you?

The teacher turned away and Gokudera gestured for the swordsman to give him the paper. Yamamoto nodded and the next thing Gokudera knew, he was on the floor with a bruise the size of an actual baseball on the side of his head. Tsuna and Yamamoto both stood up so fast and ran to their friend's aid that they looked like blurs.

"Are you okay Gokudera?!" Tsuna asked worried. Anyone on the receiving end of Yamamoto's demonic throws bound to get brain damage one way or another. Yamamoto just laughed loudly at the bomber.

"Sorry, Gokudera, maybe I threw it a little too hard." Tsuna and Gokudera moved their heads slowly towards the baseball player w Ithaca unbelievable looks on their faces.

"YA DON'T SAY!?"

"You three," the teacher yelled above they're conversation, "detention after school! Don't be late!" The trio stared at their teacher before reacting different ways as the bell signalling the end of school rung.

Passing notes: Never again Yamamoto...because you do it wrong.