So.. I have a feeling this is a bit confusing.. If anything's out of place, please let me know :)

Guest- Yes, it was intentional :P as a joke, of course.

There was something different about Tsuna, Hayato knew. It was quite obvious from when he began to distance himself from them, and he hardly carried a smile for the past few days.

The storm guardian wasn't stupid. None of the guardians were—er, the cow brat excluded and perhaps the baseball idiot—either, he had to admit. They saw a difference with him, with the exception of Chrome, the girl often disappearing like mist and most likely didn't know of the situation.

If Jyuudaime didn't want to confide his troubles, it was okay. Hayato was personally a bit... desperate to know. Yes, he may have become a bit nosy, but this was Tsuna. The young mafia boss-to-be who accepted him out of all the bosses and famiglias. And, they were friends, a little term he began to.. perhaps enjoy.

"Hey, Gokudera.."

The storm guardian turned toward the baseball idiot as well as Sasagawa. Yamamoto's hazel eyes and his expression carried a solemn look, and Sasagawa hadn't murmured the word extreme in ten minutes ( a world record, thought Hayato ). This, perked his interest. The teen rarely had this look, and when he looked his way it meant something was up.

Truthfully, despite his insults, he cared for the baseball player. They shared the feeling to protect, and perhaps they had more in common than he thought. Turf-top as well, for he knew how to.. enlighten the situation. Perhaps that was the way of a senior, to calm the nerves of the underclassmen, but Hayato knew he was just covering up how annoying he really was.

"What do you want?" he asked dryly.

"Tsuna's been acting.. different, hasn't he?" Yamamoto asked hesitantly.

"Sawada hasn't been acting extreme like he used to to the extreme."

Hayato knew this was the bond the three of them shared with the brunet. He sighed. Jyuudaime is fine, he almost said. But that was stupid. He was just forcing himself to think that.

"Jyuudaime... he's.." Hayato swallowed a lump in his throat; this wasn't easy, "I'm sure he'll tell.. us what's wrong in due time."

There. It wasn't so hard. Ever since the future dilemma, he began to respect the two more. They were friends.

"Octopus-head, where's Sawada?"

And then Hayato forgot about what he was thinking as he began to frantically search for the brunet throughout the campus. Sasagawa wouldn't know, they weren't in the same class.

Only to be informed by the baseball idiot he was sick, or so he heard.

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"I.. I'm sorry I worried you all yesterday," Tsuna stuttered, not daring to look at any of the three.

Takeshi didn't frown. He just didn't. It wasn't like Tsuna to act that way, distancing himself and hesitant to answer even the simplest of questions. It was probably something to do with the future, after all, Kyoko had mentioned he was acting strange a few days ago in the rain and looked as if he'd been out for a while—being soaked and all.

She also mentioned he had acted stranger when she mentioned the future.

"It's alright, Tsuna! Glad you're feeling better!" he exclaimed, smiling.

"Sawada, welcome back to the extreme!"

"Jyuudaime, are you still feeling ill?"

The brunet smiled in return, and relief washed over Takeshi. Oddly, it just seemed as though Tsuna was fine, like he was back to normal. As if the future never happened, as if he changed after a day. Kurokawa along with Kyoko greeted him, and they seemed relieved as well.

"Looks like dame-Tsuna's back in shape. Welcome back," said Kurokawa.

Takeshi wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or not. But surely, she may have felt relief. The stern girl did secretly care for others, he began to notice. Kyoko's eyes brightened at the sight of the recovered brunet, smiling brightly.

Tsuna suddenly smiled sheepishly, evidently a bit uncomfortable at the mass attention. It was clear to the three guardians that their friend was back; he was somewhat different, too.

But the future affected them all deeply, so Takeshi could see why. It affected him too, with the death of his father.

"Yamamoto?" Tsuna asked softly. "Is something wrong?"

He blinked, but then grinned.

"Nope!" He exclaimed, and then added, "Nezu-sensei's giving us another test today."

The look of pure terror in his face made him laugh. It was good to have Tsuna back, the brunet who frowned and looked as though he were terrified over something for the past week had set their days off.

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"Welcome back, Reborn-kun!"

Oh great.

Reborn was back.

Tsuna frantically slammed his door shut and crumbled his test paper and shoved it in his bag. Reborn didn't need to know he failed today's test because he missed out on what was learned yesterday.

And he absolutely did not want Reborn to find out he was sick and was troubled. The hitman would only knock him out or embarrass him for worrying over it.

And.. his grades had improved, surely he'd allow a 33 to slip.. right?

He wasn't the only no-good in class.. the new transfer student* was a lot like him, and he got a 10.

Or.. maybe not. He'd probably fail the upcoming tests because he wouldn't have a study habit anymore.

"No greetings, Tsuna?"

Tsuna flinched.

"W-welcome back, Reborn!" he shrieked. Reborn smirked, and Tsuna paled visibly.

"I heard you failed a test. You'll always be dame-Tsuna, no matter what," he said, sighing, "but I heard your grades improved."

And with that, he sighed in relief. Maybe Reborn wouldn't make him run laps anymore. Maybe he'd lighten his training. But seeing Leon turn into a gun made him stare in horror.

"But because you failed this one for being sick, you're running fifteen laps around Namimori."

*(1)- Hmm.. I wonder who I'm referring to. Haha.