Sorry for the late update, I was buy over the weekend and I totally forgot to post the next chapter even if I had it ready for the last five days. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3

Tsuna smiled gently, clutching his bag tighter. In his hands was a purple bento, neatly folded and it's contents securely sealed. His smile widened a tad bit, walking through the quiet streets of Namimori. It was only quarter past seven in the morning, and there were not many students loitering around the streets or rushing to get to their school. It was to be expected seeing as most schools started at eight in the morning.

And Tsuna was quite happy about that. He usually walks to school very very late since he did not want to encounter any of his..bullies. He winced slightly at the word. Really, Tsuna would never get use to their way of thinking. The 'strong' rules over the 'weak' was the unwritten rule in Namimori. Although it had brought a great amount of peace, mainly because of his friend Hibari Kyoya (Yes friend. Tsuna considers Hibari as a friend, but he doesn't know what Hibari considers him as. He thinks that he was more of an acquaintance, but that was something even for Hibari Kyoya. What Tsuna doesn't know is, Hibari considers him to be...a pet friend you could say. Though the prefect would never admit it)

Tsuna agreed on discipline of 'herbivores' -Hibari's words not his- but he didn't think it was necessary to go to extreme measures such as beating the said herbivores up. Although Tsuna would admit that it brought him satisfaction whenever Hibari particularly beat his bullies up much harsher than anyone else. Which, by the way, accounts to ninety nine percent of the schools population. Still, Tsuna didn't really agree with Hibari's way of discipline..to some degree.

Well, back to the main topic, Tsuna was quite happy that he woke up early for once. He unconsciously let a small pout onto his face, barely visible though. Again, the lack of people in the surrounding area made him relax. Really, though Tsuna had only been friends with Hibari since last week, they had spend more time than a his father and him. He could count the amount of hours he had spent with his biological father and still, the hours he spent with Hibari easily surpassed that.

Besides, Tsuna was still upset with Hibari after their little 'argument' three days ago. He laughed mentally when the prefect tried to apologize, but his pride got in the way and instead, sulked for about two days until Tsuna finally forgave him.

Flashback...

The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of the students favourite period; Lunch. Quickly grabbing his orange packed bento -made by his mother- he ignored everyone and stealthily ran out of the classroom. He vaguely felt a pair of eyes on his form, but shrugged the feeling off, thinking that he was just being paranoid. After all, no one would pay attention to the skinny, scrawny and definitely unattractive brunnette. (How wrong you are ,Tsuna. Only will he realize much later on that it was his very same looks that attracted very dangerous men to him)

A pair emerald green eyes followed the mute boy's figure disappearing outside the classroom unnoticed by anyone else...Well, maybe except another boy and one strict girl.

Silently looking around, he blended with the crowd of students chatting happily with there friends and practically ignoring his presence. Well, the better for him anyway. Desperately, hoping that his bullies won't see him, he walked behind a group of...nicer-looking students that the others. Well, Tsuna had never seen the students in front of him laugh at his pitiful form or tease him, so he deemed it safe for now. 'Kami, please...Just this once let me go unscathed! If Hibari-san sees me with bruises, he might kill me and hen kill the ones who hurted me! Then he'd probably come back for my soul and bring me back alive only to kill me again!' he inwardly panicked.

Although he was Dame-Tsuna and easily identified by everyone, he was mostly a ghost during lunch. Yes, he suffers through an enormous amount of humiliation and embarrassment in class due to teachers taking pleasure in making him miserable and students boredom, he was picked on. A lot. But lunch was a time where students could quickly rush to their circle of friends and easily forget about his existence. It was sometimes degrading to his almost non-existent pride, but he wasn't complaining. If he could have some time to himself without anyone bothering him, he would be immensely happy.

However, there were just those group of friends that had a boss and the rest were lackeys. Tsuna called them bullies. And they were the type of people he detested. Though he could never fully or really hate them, he still found them as an annoyance. At lunch, they never leave him alone. Sometimes, he would escape, but other times, he wasn't so lucky. That usually ended up in a beating and his lunch taken away from him.

Reaching the stairs, he quickly looked back, examining if anyone took notice of him from under his long bangs. Seeing as everybody else was busy gossiping with their friends about the newest magazine or sport stars being injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran up the stairs that lead him to one place no one in Namimori would dare to go; the rooftop. After all, that was where the demonic prefect resided and you would get bitten to death since everyone knew that the prefect sleeps there and how he absolutely hated it when his naps are disrupted.

Stopping in front of the familiar metal doors, he let out a small gentle smile with his stoic mask finally cracking for a brief moment. He never showed his emotions to his classmates or to anyone else but his mother. However, his encounter with the disciplinary leader let to his mask cracking slightly. Many had identified him as no-good, emotionless, and a bully-victim. But thanks to Hibari Kyoya, he was finally showing the bits and bobs of his childish attitude, the emotions he had kept locked up since childhood. Pausing for an short moment, he strained his ears a little to hear any noises of another that may have followed him. Hearing nothing, he gingerly opened the door and winced as it squeaked under the influence of rust. Tsuna sighed quietly. 'I should get Hibari-san to fix this door. Seriously, I thought he loved this school' he thought.

"Oh? Is the bunny finally growing a backbone to start telling me what to do?" a deep an ominous voice rang throughout the air, freezing Tsuna in his place. Gulping silently, he twisted his body around with a nervous smile on his face. 'H-Hey...H-Hibari-san'

And lo and behold, the almighty demon prefect of Namimori stood hovering over his scrawny form. A devilish smirk was on the prefect's face accompanied with a deep chuckle that spelled nothing but pain and torture. His well toned body stood confidently as he hovered above Tsuna, making him seem bigger and stronger than he originally was. Meanwhile, Tsuna here was the embodiment of a bunny shaking profusely-Not because of fear, but because he was nervous- and he felt his manly pride (if he had one since he was very feminine like. Not just in looks, but also hobbies and personality as well as actions) diminish a little. He bit his lip in frustration.

'Curse my genes! Why does everyone have to look so...big in front of me and-'"That's because you're a bunny, Tsunayoshi"'-Yeah, I'm a bunny-WAIT' Tsuna looked at Hibari in slight annoyance, while the prefect only smirked. 'He just read my mind again!' he screamed in his head, inwardly tearing his fluffy hair.

"My previous question was not answered herbivore. And yes, I just read your mind" stated Hibari as a matter of factly. Looking back at Hibari, Tsuna offered an apprehensive smile.

Hibari watched all of Tsuna's ranging emotions with a tiny smile. The herbivore's thoughts was very easy to read ,Hibari noted. His eyes clearly showed amusement and sadistic glee in watching as Tsuna panicked and trying to conceal his nervousness, obviously failing. He was an open-book and his eye's expressed all the emotions and words he wanted to say, so it was very amusing to Hibari.

'N-no! O-Of course n-not! A-And would you s-stop reading m-my mind!' after the last sentence, Tsuna glared harshly at Hibari, which only served to amuse the prefect even more seeing as the boy looked like he was pouting. He chuckled mentally. 'Still amusing me'

"It's not my fault that you're so easy to read, bunny-herbivore" Hibari grinned wickedly and moved out of the way to let the smaller and much more petit male in the rooftop. He watched as Tsuna huffed, walking past him and sat down stubbornly, arms crossed and glaring at Hibari. 'I hate you' The smaller boy leaned against the wall, ignoring Hibari but patted the ground to his right and gesturing Hibari to sit.

Hibari only smiled smugly. Sitting down next to the smaller male, he watched as Tsuna picked the orange bento up and unwrapped it. His eyes carefully memorized Tsuna's actions; opening the lid and grabbing the chopsticks. The scent of heavenly steak reached his nose and he felt his stomach rumble.

Tsuna was about to take the first bite of his steak but stopped half-way from putting the delicious meat in his mouth. Turning to Hibari, Tsuna tilted his head. 'Hibari-san? Don't you have any lunch?' his eyes said, pointing to the bento with his chopsticks for emphasis.

Hibari only yawned in response. He blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears. 'Damn human tendencies' he cursed. After that was done, he turned to Tsuna and answered the silent question. " I am a carnivore. I do not need to eat"

To his surprise, Tsuna's face twisted into a frown. The boy carefully placed the bento down and stood up in front of him, his eyes showing clear disapproval and disappointment. Hibari looked up, wondering what he did to make the boy so...upset. However, he was even more surprise when the boy spoke and his eyes widened in shock.

"H-Hibari-san...t-that's not good f-for your health. Y-You need t-to eat..." although the melodic voice was hoarse and merely above a whisper, Hibari heard it very clearly. It was the same as before, heavenly and full of kindness. He must have been silent for quite sometime because the next thing he knew, the bunny was kneeling in front of him with eyes full of concern. His face was too near to his for his comfort, but he couldn't push the boy away for some reason.

Tsuna opened his mouth again, concern oozing out despite him only saying his name. "H-Hibari-san?" Again, the voice captivated him and rendered him speechless. Hibari only stared at the boy, finding the words he needed stuck in his throat. Thankfully, it seemed that Tsuna had taken a hint and blushed slightly, averting his eyes away from the prefect and fiddling with the hems of his sleeves.

"I-I'll only s-speak t-to Hibari-san when w-we're alone...'kay?" whispered Tsuna quietly, biting his bottom lip. Hibari snapped out of his musings and stared at the boy still a bit red-face in front of him.

Tsuna bowed his head timidly, feeling self-conscious about himself. Hibari would not speak and it was making him bashful. Was it something he said? Oh no, maybe he had something on his face and Hibari was staring at it secretly laughing in his head. A sudden weight on his head snapped his train of thoughts. Jumping slightly, he raised his head to see Hibari staring at him with a small smile. Because Tsuna was an artist, he had a knack of seeing even the smallest of details, like the tiny quirk on Hibari's lips which told Tsuna that the prefect was smiling.

Hibari's lips twitched upwards. Really, Tsuna just gets more interesting as the second passes by and his endearment for the boy was growing at a very fast rate. He would never admit it though, but Tsuna was like a riddle, wrapped in an enigma and tied with a pretty ribbon of obfuscation-Siri's words, not his- and with every riddle he solves, a new one just pops up although harder than the previous one. He would never understand how Tsuna's mind works. But within the deepest recess of his mind, something told him that maybe, it was for the better.

He brought his hands to the boy's wild turf of brown hair and was mildly surprised how soft and silk-like it was despite its appearance. Ruffling Tsuna's hair, Hibari found that he enjoyed toying with the soft mane. "Hn" Hibari made a soft grunt, agreeing to Tsuna's reservation of speaking only to him.

Tsuna was slightly shocked at the prefect's actions, wondering what made the prefect ruffle his hair. But that curiosity was overwhelmed by the feeling of another playing with his hair and Tsuna could not deny how nice it felt. Closing one eye, he peered at the prefect from underneath his bangs and pouted when Hibari seemed to ignore him in favor of ruffling his hair.

Tsuna lightly smacked the prefect's abdomen, gaining the attention of the said person. He pointed an accusing finger at Hibari. "W-When w-was the last t-time y-you h-had l-lunch, Hibari-san?" he questioned softly and unconsciously narrowing his eyes. He unknowingly went into one of his habits that developed from Nana where he starts mother henning everyone. His mother always did say he was quite the mother hen and in this mode, even the scariest human beings wouldn't dare defy him.

Hibari however, felt the shift in Tsuna's attitude and stared at the now narrowed eyes. His eyebrows slightly raised when Tsuna's orbs flashed orange, like the time Tsuna had saved himself from falling to his death. He did not have enough time to examine the change in attitude when he felt the boy's irises narrow even further. Great, now he felt like he had done something horrible. The reprimanding gaze that Tsuna was sending him was similar to a mother catching her child doing something wrong. 'Since when did his attitude change?'he thought.

Receiving no answer from Hibari, Tsuna's eyes narrowed further, now crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow as if to say 'Well young man?' The scene would have been comical if anyone had seen it. The most terrifying man in Namimori looked like he was getting a scolding from the most useless boy, anyone would have laughed. But of course, none would have the courage to laugh less they get bitten to death and possibly traumatized for life.

Hibari squirmed underneath the intense gaze and averted his eyes somewhere else. He could not tell Tsuna that he had never eaten lunch ever since he was in primary school, but the look the boy was giving him was driving him mad. His parents were never home and the maids and butlers were too afraid of him. Besides, they were all useless and the food they make was far too grand and extravagant- like he had just went home from war- for his liking that he had never bothered to eat at all. Of course, he did eat breakfast. There was a soup stall that sells miso soup just a few blocks away from Namimori Middle School and he orders miso soup, luckily they sold dango as well, there every morning.

Hibari didn't feel the need to eat during the day. He could always eat dinner at home after school. Though sometimes he was starving, he never really lets the feeling get to him and survives until dinner. But now, he was regretting his decision as he watched Tsuna tap his fingers on his arms impatiently and looking at him with disappointment. It made Hibari feel like he had just committed the biggest crime possible.

'No, you are a carnivore, Hibari Kyoya! You will not let the bunny's looks get to you...You will not, you will not-' Tsuna's eyes started to get glassy and Hibari felt the slight smirk on the boy's face. Hibari felt a vein popped at his temple. 'Shit'

As if sensing what Hibari was thinking, Tsuna made his weakest puppy dog eyes. His mother had warned him not to use his strongest because of the 'accident' he had caused after trying it on with a stranger. He couldn't recall what exactly happened but by the proud look his mother had and the shivering form of the stranger that oddly stuck in his mind, he vowed to never use it.

Tsuna widened his eyes even more than his usual doe ones and made sure to make his lips quiver, like he was going to cry. He saw Hibari's inner conflict and smirked inwardly. 'Sucks to be you, Hibari-san' he thought with slight sadism. Blame his mother, not him. This was the one trait that contradicted his looks. And it so happened to be one of Nana's hidden personalities that rubbed off on him.

Finally, after a long debate, Hibari sighed. Tsuna immediately started smiling, which served to irritate the prefect. His eyes twitched in annoyance. 'He planned this...' he thought.

Taking a deep breath, Hibari answered the brunette's question due to the pressure the brunette put on him. Who knew that Tsuna had a slightly sadistic trait.

"I have never had lunch since primary"

He knew that he would regret it.

Flashback end

And so, after finding out Hibari's little secret, Tsuna had ignored the prefect for about two days. Hibari had sulked for those days and Tsuna made sure to make the prefect suffer internally. But after finding out that Hibari had nearly bitten to death everyone into a coma because the brunette was ignoring him, Tsuna finally decided to make a compromise with Hibari. He would forgive Hibari but in return, Tsuna would cook the prefect's lunch everyday.

However, unknown to both him and Hibari, the student council had taken interest in Hibari's little 'Tantrum' Many have even suggested that he had a fight with his lover, but that idea was quickly shot down seeing as the assumption was too impossible for Hibari Kyoya to have a lover. The smarter ones assumed that it was someone precious to the prefect and he was being ignored for something he had done.

But everyone in the student council had gotten interested on who could make the most emotionless man in Namimori so frustrated, and dare they say it, sulking like a child. Almost all the members know of Hibari's family and how Kyoya felt no residing emotion for his parents. This of course, led to the prefect being emotionless to everyone else and his uncaring personality to people's opinions about him. Yet, there was the mystery person that could get Hibari so frustrated and they still did not know what had gotten the prefect so worked up. Oh well, it just added to their entertainment.

Tsuna smiled wider, seeing the familiar outline of the school in the distance. It had been years since he had try cooking, mainly because he did not feel the need to do so as his mother already cooked a bountiful of cuisines and delicacies. Plus, his mother was a great cook and Tsuna does not think he can be on par with someone as great as Nana. He just hope that Hibari would enjoy his cooking. Again, Tsuna was absolutely oblivious to the fact that Nana dubbed him as the greater cook between them two. He even forgot his mother's little nickname for him when he was twelve. 'Yamato Nadeshiko'

So busy walking and reminiscing about their little argument and if his cooking skills had rusted over the years, Tsuna missed the incredulous looks of the neighbours as he walked with a smile. To many of the neighbours point of view and opinion of the boy, they always judged the boy and considered him as someone who will amount to nothing in his life, just like how everyone else regard him as. The boy was too weak, too scrawny, too useless. No academical prowess, No social abilities, No athletic skills, they always wondered how the sweet and caring Sawada Nana was blessed with a curse for a son.

Although they could never admit that to Nana. The last time someone bluntly insulted Tsunayoshi in front of the usually patient woman, Nana did a one eighty degree turn on her personality and promptly beat up the poor lad without consideration for the many bystanders that watched her ruthlessly beating up the man. It was a marvel how someone could infuriate the kind woman and they all silently vowed to never insult Tsunayoshi in front of Nana,

The boy they generally thought was emotionless and having no potential whatsoever, was smiling softly to himself. His eyes were glittering in happiness and for the first time, they saw the massive amount of potential the boy had hidden underneath the layer of indifference. For the first time, they regret ever judging the boy before completely knowing the boy. It slightly saddened them about their judgments because the boy in front of them was glowing with happiness and kindness; an exact opposite of the useless and unfeeling boy filled with bruises.

There were blushes from many of the nicer neighbours and a smile from the even nicer ones. They seemed to like how the supposed useless boy smiled and the said boy himself was oblivious to his own beautiful smile.

Arriving at school at quarter past seven, Tsuna wiped the smile off his face-not noticing that some of the neighbours who lived closer to the school sigh in disappointment- and replaced it with a a look of indifference. He eyed the few students that had chose to come early to school attentively, making sure to avoid contact as much as he can. Not many students came to school this early seeing as there was still an hour left before the first class. And even more so that today was Thursday.

During Thursdays, the first class was always Study period, lasting for about an hour and fifteen minutes. This in turn, would not matter if students were late as long as they get to school before the second period. However, Tsuna knew that all students would come in time despite the extra sleep they could have gotten. It was simple really; Hibari Kyoya. The prefect will not let you go to school late even if the first period was Study, he would bite you to death and most, if not all students would like to keep their bones intact.

But of course, there were just some people who have never learned their lesson and instead, purposely chooses to become late despite knowing the consequences.

Looking around, Tsuna noticed that some people were staring at him weirdly. He jumped slightly at the attention and walked faster, hoping that they would just forget about him and continue on with their lives. Feeling a familiar stare piercing his back, Tsuna looked up to a certain room located on the fourth floor.

Golden eyes connected with ash blue ones and Tsuna's eyes brightened slightly, knowing who the person was. He nodded in recognition, lips twitching slightly into a small smile. Hibari in turn, smirked before turning his back and walking away. Tsuna sighed and shook his head, entering the school building and silently hopping that no one saw his and Hibari's interaction.

Again, he missed the emerald eyes that took notice of the said interaction.

Gokudera felt something suspicious was going on. Hell, he always feels suspicious but this past week, he was even more suspicious than usual. His object of suspicion was none other than the scrawny boy and laughing stock of the school, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Why was he so suspicious you ask? Simple, for the past week, the weakling had been running out of the classroom during lunch, so fast that he almost didn't have time to catch the blur of brown rushing past everyone and running like his life depended on it. Gokudera knew that the weakling had always ran out of the classroom swiftly, but sometimes clumsily, and Gokudera knew that the small brunette was doing this so he could avoid his old bullies and potentially new ones on the way. Yes, he fully knew why Sawada Tsunayoshi was running like a headless chicken everyday at lunch.

However, this past week, the boy was fidgety, impatient whenever it was the period before lunch. Gokudera would notice how the thin boy would tap his fingers impatiently on his thighs underneath the table or how he would chew on his bottom lip while looking at the clock and at the classroom door repeatedly. And how the boy's eyes would brighten up when the bell rings and his eyes would light up in so much happiness that Gokudera almost choked on his saliva.

Gokudera knew that the boy was acting strange because he would generally see dread in the boy's eyes whenever it was lunch. This past week was different for useless boy, like he was expecting someone. And so, suspicious Gokudera came.

He also knew of how the baseball-freak and the brown-haired woman who call everyone by monkeys took notice of the subtle change. Gokudera could understand the woman, since she had always been observant and quite intelligent, but Gokudera would never understand how the stupid baseball-freak took notice of Sawada's change.

The Disciplinary leader's tantrum, as most students said, did not help to settle his suspicions. It so happened to be conveniently the same days Sawada was sulking. Coincidence much? Nope, there was definitely something going on between the demon prefect and the dame boy. And he will get to the bottom of this no matter what.

It was Thursday, and Gokudera woke up earlier than usual. Deciding to get ready for school, he grabbed his uniform which was already prepared by him yesterday night and went to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower, he put his uniform on and grabbed his school bag. Walking to the kitchen, he grabbed the set of keys on the counter and approached the door. He grabbed the handle and opened it, slamming it shut afterwards then locking it.

Sighing, he turned and walked to school. 'I'm hungry'he thought and his stomach rumbled as if agreeing with his thought.

Gokudera did not know how to cook. Hell, the last time he opted for cooking, his kitchen exploded. He swore that he would never cook again after that incident. Too much bad memories...

Entering a small convenience store, he quickly walked to a familiar aisle that sold onigiri and grabbed a four, two for breakfast and two for lunch. Gokudera sighed, eyeing the onigiris in his hands and grumbled underneath his breath. "Man...I'm sick of this" Shaking his head, he headed for the aisle that had a variety of drinks ranging from carbonated to caffeine and just water. Again, he grabbed two bottles of water to last the day and quickly paid for the items.

"Please come back again!" he vaguely heard. Gokudera snorted. 'They know that I'm coming back. I always do'he thought. He reached for the plastic bag and grabbed an onigiri, taking a bite but later on sighing. 'I miss real cooking'

Reaching school, a scowl formed on Gokudera's face. He'd reach school earlier than expected but there were still some students loitering and gossiping. Gokudera's scowl deepened seeing students crowding and gossiping and sometimes, he agreed with that bastard Hibari. They needed to be disciplined with the noises they make and it's only seven in the morning. Where is Hibari Kyoya when you need him. He really wished he could just blow these people up, but that would break omérta.

He sighed in frustration. There was no use in getting worked up seeing these students. Quickly ignoring everyone and glaring and others who stared at him far too much for his liking, Gokudera reached the entrance of the building and went inside. He reached his locker, number '59' and took of his own shoes. He grabbed his school shoes and closed his locker after putting his normal ones in.

Looking at his watch, Gokudera hummed. '7:14' it read. There was still another forty six minutes before the first period and adding to the free study period, he had about two hours and one minute, and he chose to use this time wisely. Should he go up to the classroom and observe Sawada Tsunayoshi there or should he go outside and find a place he could rest and observe the boy there? The latter sound better, and weighing the pros and cons, he went for the latter.

He walked outside the building, hands in his pocket and again, glaring at anyone who looked his way. 'Why can't they mind their own business?' he asked himself. Spotting a tree that seemed hidden from a lot of the students view, Gokudera smiled faintly. He looked left and right to see if anyone was paying attention to him. Luckily, for the last few minutes, many were too scared to look at him. He smirked as he ran to the tree, concealing his presence and waiting for a familiar mop of brown hair.

This was not in any way, stalking. This was called curious observation and information gathering. There was something about Sawada that he had never seen before and it was piquing his interest far too much for his liking. He had even resorted to stalk-observing the boy from far away. He would never admit that Sawada had made him interested in him, not in a lifetime.

Besides, there was nothing special about the boy, well maybe except being supposedly mute and his atrocious grades that made Gokudera cringe every time he sees the big red mark on the side of the boy's paper saying '15' or '0' But other than the boy's muteness and grades, nothing else seemed to spike his curiosity. Everything else about Sawada was dull, stoic, emotionless...boring

Speaking of the said boy, it was rumored that the boy's mother was very overprotective of him. Rumors has it that people who have hurted her son, had disappeared the next day or came back injured. He had never met the supposed Sawada Nana who apparently, was the Yamato Nadeshiko of Namimori; a kind and caring wife he can cook and listen to her husbands problems without ever complaining. BUt he did admit, he wanted to see this woman and judge her for himself.

And if the rumors were assumingly right, he would never fully comprehend how the woman could live with a useless son like Tsunayoshi. Gokudera had never intended to judge the boy based on rumors and how he preformed in class, but Gokudera can see that the boy was truly and utterly useless. For someone like Nana to be damned with a son like 'Dame-Tsuna' Gokudera ponders on how she could live with that kind of son.

And speak of the devil, here comes the said son now. 'Wow, he's as scrawny as ever' he thought, seeing the thin and pale skin of the boy. His eyes however, widened slightly at the soft smile on the boys face before blinking. He looked at the boy's face again and saw that there was no smile present on the boy's appearance. In all aspects though, for a split second Gokudera saw a massive potential that swam in the boy's eyes. And was it just him because he swore he just saw a flash of amber in the normally caramel gold eyes.

Gokudera's eyes moved to the object in the boy's hand and from the corner of his eye, saw people take notice of the purple bento. To normal civilians, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but to the students of Namimori High School, it was very peculiar for 'Dame-Tsuna' to have another bento with him. EVeryone knew that the petite brunette kept his bento packed securely in his bag and how they saw glimpses of orange cloth. The only explanation could be that it was for someone else entirely. That, or they were just being paranoid.

However, due to Sawada's odd behaviour this past week, Gokudera could easily guess that the purple bento was prepared for someone else. The small orange cloth barely visible in the boy's bag only supported his idea. But the real question was;Who was the owner of the second bento?

It didn't seem like Gokudera had to wait for his answer. His eyebrows raised when the brunette turned his head upwards, looking at a figure at the second floor. Gokudera groaned. 'It's too far for my shit eyesight' he thought. Squinting very hardly, he finally made out the familiar red band of the Disciplinary leader. 'What the fuck?' he thought, feeling disbelief rush over him.

He turned back to the brunette and swore that he almost choked when he saw how the golden orbs immediately brightened from seeing the demonic prefect of Namimori like he had just seen his favorite dessert. 'Is Sawada shitting with me or is he actually fucking happy to see that emotionless prick of a bastard?'

But he did have to admit, the brunette looked more life-like than his usually impassive self. It was a look that suited the brunette more than Gokudera had thought, and he found himself oddly liking how the golden orbs seem to shimmer in kindness and childish glee despite the object of happiness being Hibari Kyoya. It made Gokudera wonder how the brunette could possibly befriend the aloof prefect in spite of the contradictions in their personality. But they did say opposites attract.

Another little thing that made Gokudera slightly awe-ish to the brunette was how his eyes sparkled with innocence and acceptance when Gokudera fully knew what the brunette experience in school. A beating, humiliation, and embarrassment; Gokudera mused how the boy could still radiate like the sun.

Not even once had he seen hatred or contempt in Sawada's eyes or actions that indicated he wanted to gain revenge on the students that publicly beat him and humiliate him. He had never seen the brunette cry or curse those who had ever abused him mentally and physically. Gokudera only saw acceptance despite the damages people leave him with. And he was jealous. Gokudera was jealous of the boy. He was jealous of Hibari Kyoya.

Gokudera had always thought no one could ever accept Hibari. Everyone showed fear for him and he had heard, one too many times, the insults and scorching words that every student had uttered behind Hibari's back. Gokudera felt slightly ashamed for feeling satisfaction that he was not the only one who could never be accepted by anyone else, but it was the only way to comfort him.

That however, was proven wrong. He could see the acceptance the brunette was showing, he could see that the brunette did not fear Hibari Kyoya. Gokudera could see that the boy was not hesitant towards meeting Hibari, like he could trust him, and Gokudera feels like he was alone in the world. Even the one person he thought could never be accepted found someone that willingly accepted him despite his brute and violence attitude.

Gokudera sighed. No use mulling in his depressing thoughts. Looking back to Hibari, Gokudera could swear that he almost fainted when the prefect smirked, like returning Tsuna's gesture. 'Fuck, I must be dreaming'

Both the prefect and the brunette was oblivious to Gokudera who was still in a state of shock from seeing the most useless and cowardly boy interacting-well not really, but you understand what he means- with the demon prefect like he was his friend. God save Gokudera's soul, he feels like he was going to die any minute now from all the heart attacks Sawada and Hibari was giving him.

Snapping out of his reverie, Gokudera approached the building, his mind in deep thought. Sawada Tsunayoshi may not be who he seemed, and Gokudera will find out what his relationship was with the prefect.

The end~

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