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I did not want to know why one by one his friends would miss class or show up all bandaged and broken. Yet they smiled so…purely, as if there was nothing else that mattered. They may be part of a dangerous gang and have been trained to elude suspicion by acting naturally weird and carefree.
Vongola. Now, why does that seem so familiar?
While constantly thinking about those fun things in life, I was practically lolling my tongue just to run from the other side of the court for the offensive. P.E. is definitely not good for the exhausted mind and spirit.
"Ne, are you okay?"
I could not believe my ears, Tsuna-kun spoke to me!
"Um," I said, "yeah, perfectly fine." I dribbled the ball here and there, noticing that there were evidences of a recent stumble on his face and knees (not a surprising thing for Tsuna-kun I suppose).
Well, okay is not the word to describe it. I have felt weak and sloppy for the past days. Hibari-san had us train until we dropped to the ground dead tired so we would win the tournament, and sleep deprivation has not benefited me at all. But I would not bet on saying it.
I mustered all courage to speak, "What about you? You look…floored," I said, grinning. He opened his mouth to answer but I dribbled the ball distractedly and lost it altogether to Yamamoto-kun, who was on the opposite team. (What a nice guy. But really, he is so nice, even the girls don't notice they've been rejected!)
Because he's a goody I would have let him take it, but because I admit I can be a showoff at times, I raced off to retrieve the ball. And score, while I'm at it.
Watch me, Tsuna-kun.
You can trust me with your burdens and I will gladly help. You can call out in the middle of the night and as long as I can hear, I will respond. Melodramatic, yes, and the things I can do may be simple and irrelevant to your cause. But I am and will always be here for you.
Count on it.