Authors Notes: A little series I came up with this morning. A series of comedic one-shots. Toradora follows a set time-line, so we don't really get much to see the day-by-day interaction between Ryuuji and Taiga, and I figure hanging out with "the Palmtop Tiger" would have some very interesting times, hence the title.

This story has no real plot, nor will it ever have a 'the end'. It'll just be updated as I get ideas. It's marked as "complete" simply because chances are I may never come up with anything else.

Enjoy!

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"Text with speech marks": Speech

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"Italic text with speech marks and underlined text": Remembered speech (IE: Character remembering something someone else said)

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In a rare moment, Ryuuji and Taiga were separated on school grounds, owing to a little incident involving Ryuuji getting a drink spilled on his uniform. (Taiga was angry, and Ryuuji was in line of her line of sight) Ryuuji took some time from his lunch break to go clean himself. On his way to the outside of the building he found himself at a very familiar staircase, and, in a rare moment of nostalgia, took a look at the ground below.

Now there was a familiar sight. He had to blink a few times to ensure he wasn't seeing things, but he was proven wrong. He was seeing true.

Taiga was in the same position was before, but the figure across from her was not Yusaku. In fact, it was not a boy Ryuuji could recognize. However, he could guess exactly how this scene had come to be, and felt a deep sense of pity for the lad. All of the second years, and indeed, the third years knew that making any kind of advance towards Taiga was about as wise as advancing on her namesake beast.

First years on the other hand..."A-Aisaka! I love you!"

There was only silence, but Ryuuji could feel the unseen force, the force that gave birth to foreboding. Taiga walked forward, approaching the first year in confident strides, only making him all the more nervous, and slightly hopeful.

Ryuuji sighed...this wasn't the first he'd witnessed. "Three, Two, on-"

"ORYYAAA!"

This familiar war-cry was followed by a strangled scream, and the world of masculinity seemed to tremble for a crushing instant.

Ryuuji cringed."That's way too harsh!"

Below, Taiga turned in a huff before walking away. "Now where's that damn dog..."

Behind her, the confessor was upon the ground, attempting to soothe his crushed pride.

His crushed privates too.

Above the scene, Ryuuji shook his head.

He suddenly had an inkling as to why Yusaku wasn't very receptive to Taiga's confession.