Hello I am back from holidays... . .. . . . I lliterally tried for the whole day to get onto the site so I could upload but I was in the mountains what did I expect wow so I ended up writing two chapters oops

Anyway!

The first lesson for the day was mathematics - Tsuna would've just circled 'C' for all the questions on the practice quiz they received, as he normally would've done, but he took the time to look through the questions.

Unfortunately, he saw some recurring question formats from last night's study session, but they were much more complex. He sighs - he doesn't know what he expected - and before the one-minute mark, he circles 'B' for all the questions.

After the quiz review, Tsuna tried to take notes or try to at least process the alien talk the teacher was giving out, but he really couldn't understand at all. He feels a little apologetic, like the time he spent yesterday night had been for nothing, and he sets his mind aside - he couldn't have paid attention to anything the teacher had said, nevertheless.

On the other hand, Tsuna had a confusing analysis regarding the small talk with Kyoya beforehand.

It didn't take a genius to find out Kyoya had been acting strange once Tsuna had mentioned the book - that much, he knew - but why? What was in that book, that it caused him to get so shaken up? Part of him wanted to find out, but he didn't think he'd be getting an explanation any time soon, so he pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind.

But...

He feels like he doesn't really... 'Know' Kyoya yet. They aren't friends, but they've done more than your average schoolmates. Kyoya had been nice to Tsuna - albeit it was unexpected of him - and Tsuna had been nice back. All this time, he'd viewed Kyoya as a dangerous sort of person; somebody you wouldn't want to mess with, or know, even, but...

Tsuna frowns. How would it feel... To not know someone? Somebody who'd made such a positive impact on his life, just when he'd pretty much given up hope? What... What would you call this, he thinks, smoothing his tongue over his lips slowly, getting a little nervous just thinking about him.

He doesn't know what type of nervous this is, though: that type he used to feel, where he would start to get panicked when he woke up just a few minutes later than usual and started thinking about the consequences that would follow after the prefect found out? No, he knew this was something different.

What was it about Kyoya that made him so confused; his thoughts so jumbled up? Was there even a specific name for this... For this thing?

A chilly breeze abruptly swept through the classroom, gaining a few shrieks from the girls. Tsuna, who was sitting by the window, winces and feels a shiver run down his spine. Even though it's summer, he thinks.

At almost the same time, he hears a faint sneeze from below the classroom - he was two storeys up - and he laughs a little when he spots Kyoya squatting on the basketball court in the middle of the school.

Smiling to himself slightly, he watches his every movement. Kyoya pulls out a tissue from his pocket and brings it to his nose; his jacket had slidden off his shoulders; he walks over to a nearby bin and opens it, throwing the used tissue inside and picking up one or two scraps surrounding it; he picks his jacket up and slides it back over his shoulders; he paces towards a bubbler and rinses his hands, wiping them on his trousers...

And then he notices Tsuna staring at him.

Tsuna's heart skips a beat - he found out..! - and he feels like he should turn away, but Kyoya's gaze keeps him staring, no matter how far away he is. When it's been long enough, Kyoya starts mouthing syllables: "What - are - you - doing?"

Tsuna laughs silently, and shrugs, a smile on his face. Kyoya shrugs as well, and... A smile? Was that a smile? Tsuna tears his eyes away, his cheeks heating up in the warm and sticky morning air and his mouth drooping down, surprised.

When Tsuna looks back, he's already out of his field of vision. A little disheartened, but feeling a bit more enthusiastic after the small exchange, he quickly copies down what's on the blackboard into his exercise book. He could ask Kyoya to explain it to him the next time they-

Tsuna stops writing, the tip of his pen hovering over the top of the paper by a few millimetres. "Next time"... So wouldn't that make Kyoya his tutor? The idea of Kyoya as his own, private tutor... Didn't sound all that bad - in fact, it sounded pretty nice - but Tsuna didn't know how he would bring the suggestion up.

On top of already being shy, Tsuna still hadn't exactly... Figured out why he always felt so weak around Kyoya. No, "weak" was a bit inaccurate. So lost, hopeless around Kyoya, more like - like every time he was around the skylark, he would lose a part of his mind and would surrender it to him. Like... Like what?

Kyoya had been just as embarrassed as Tsuna when he'd accidentally let a smile work its way on his mouth - so he'd walked away as soon as he'd had the chance.

He pulls out his mobile phone, checking the time - there were around three minutes left before it was break - and he weighs his priorities: Biting people to death could wait for another day; office duties were out of the question; waiting for Tsuna outside his classroom to talk about what would happen next...

He grasps the device in his hand - maybe exchange numbers? "Exchange numbers..." he murmurs, flipping the top open, then snapping it shut, "Huh."

After glancing at the giant clock tower in the middle of the school, he runs up the stairs, slowing down once he reaches the corridor of Tsuna's classroom.

He steadies his breath and rests against the wall next to the classroom door - he tries to look casual, but once you're in a situation where you can't control your heartbeat and you're anticipating the arrival of a certain someone, you forget what "casual" or "normal" is.

The students start piling out right on the bell - the teacher must've let them out early - and Tsuna's one of the last people to leave the classroom. "H-Hibari-san..!"

Kyoya lifts up his phone upon seeing the herbivore, flipping it open. "Give me your number."

"Uh... Sorry, I don't have a phone," Tsuna says.

Kyoya, wanting to run away to the roof and scream, lowers his phone, shutting it. "Ah, I see."

"B-But I have a home phone number... Is that okay?"

Kyoya nods, "That's fine."

Tsuna gives a small sigh of relief and recites the digits - Kyoya makes sure he's got the right number, asking him to repeat it, and he presses "Save".

A little embarrassed, Kyoya had says he'd call Tsuna that night, so it was "unnecessary to give Tsuna his own number", which they both agreed on. He takes his leave, not wanting to prolong his stay, and the bell rings shortly after - Kyoya doesn't stop by again for the second and last break.

Tsuna stays up an hour later than he usually did that evening, on the bed with the home phone next to him, but the call never comes. By midnight, he's too deeply asleep before he can even try slapping himself awake.