'I don't know.' Tsuna stared down at the note on his desk. Tip, tap, drop. The rain hit down on the school. Lal-sensei's scribbles went with the rythem of quiet.

Tsuna gave up on an answer and shoved it in his pocket. He glanced at the window across the room. He'd rather be at the club with Haru. He cringed. 'I actually prefer not socializing with her...'

Tsuna's window gazing was interrupted by Kyoko, in his line of sight. She had dropped her pencil. Picking it back up, they made eyecontact. It was nothing special, but the hesitated stare away, stayed with him until lunch.

To the same tempo, he walked to the roof. He was usually the first one. He opened it, unsure if they would even show up becuase of the rain. She was there first this time. "You didn't bring an umbrella... did you Boss?"

He cringed as the rain petted his mane. "You're right, Chrome."

She let out a small giggle, and signaled with her umbrella for shelter. He sighed back, losing his worries.

"You didn't think ahead, Sawada." Hibari mumbled walking past him.

Tsuna sweatdropped. "You're one to talk..."

Tetsuya Kusakabe was holding an umbrella over Hibari. "Sawada-san." With a polite nod, also getting a little back splash on his shoulder. Tsuna tried to nod back, but was too slow from the vice-chairman's manners.

'He's the complete opposite of Hibari! It catches me off guard all the time.'

Hibari sat on the edge of the bench. Kusakabe stood by the fence, holding up the umbrella for Hibari. Chrome was on the other side holding up hers. He felt a little relieved. They actually came to the roof. He sat in the middle, leaning back on the bench, his headphones around his neck. "Are we idiots?" Tsuna suddenly asked.

"We are in the rain for no reason." Hibari mumbled with a yawn. He felt like a comfy hedgehog balled up in the rain.

'So blunt.'

"I like the rain." Chrome was enjoying the view on the roof of school. A canvas of gloomy peace she would draw one day.

"I think it's a perfect commentary on your friendship." Kusakabe added. Tsuna and Hibari rolled their heads to him, one threatening, the other giving him pure sarcasm. He coughed and closed his mouth, excusing himself.

"Acquaintances, I don't mind to herd with." Hibari ordered.

Tsuna rubbed the back of his damp hair. "Yeah, at the very least."

"Friends." Chrome had her arms crossed.

'Eh, when did I get the umbrella?!' Tsuna blinked at his other hand. He was the one holding it up for the two. An illusion?!

They both looked at her. Even Kusakabe peeked his eyes.

She reaffirmed it by nodding. "You both... are my only friends."

Tsuna caved on both sides. "Yeah, friends."

They both waited for Hibari's response. He didn't. His eyes were closed. 'Oi, is he asleep?! He's gonna catch a cold.' Until Tsuna saw the smallest of smiles on his face. Both Chrome and Tsuna tried to hold back a snicker.

"If you tell anyone, I'll bite you to death." Not referring to his two friends, he was warning Kusakabe.

Tsuna rested his head back on the bench. He held the umbrella closer to Chrome. A few drops splashed off the umbrella, landing on his forehead, trickling down. He stared at the sky with a smile. 'Friends, huh.'

His eyes casted away those thoughts and the sky. Unclear to the mist.

"So we have Yamamoto cast as Romeo and Kyoko as Juilet." Hana scribbled next to the names of the cast on the chalkboard.

"Can I be Othello or Hamlet?" Tsuna asked, his boredom of participation reached it's limit. Hana grew an annoyed tick mark.

"Those are diffrent plays, idiot."

"We can make it a crossover, like in fanfics." He mumbled, exuding sarcasm.

"That isn't a bad idea Tsuna." Yamamoto grinned at him. Soon the rest of the committee members started to go along with it. Only because of his support.

"It was a joke..." He cringed, but it went unheard. They rolled around with ideas and eventually Tsuna was casted the roll of Hamlet. "Nani? I wanted to be the apothecary."

Hana had a victory smirk. "I guess you got your dream role." A sarcasm rivaling Tsuna's.

Kyoko was out of the discussion the entire time. Her eyes were gazing down, lost with problems.

"I'm already working on the script!" Haru exclaimed. "It could be a perfect love triangle, ne Kyoko?" She bumped her friend.

"...Huh, oh, yeah." She forced a smile.

Haru gasped with slight confusion. Kyoko, out of all people, would be excited to be the main heroine in a play. Tsuna kept his bored eyes but they caught her slip up. 'She's been like that since the baseball game.' He narrowed his eyes. His hyper intuition abandoned him this time to let him figure it out for himself. Ever since that day, they have avoided one another. 'But that's not it, right?' Tsuna shrugged. Yamamoto was dense to the situation. He focused on the play because he thought of how much Kyoko liked them.

"This play is going to be a disaster." Tsuna whined. Chrome titled her head towards him as they walked out of her club. The art club.

"Haru asked for my help to draw the sets." She hummed with quiet. Tsuna sighed defeated. He could tell when Chrome was excited.

They left the school. He held the umbrella as they walked through the neighborhood. "Boss can we walk, instead of taking the train."

"Um, but your apartment is right by the stop."

She shook her head. She reached out. "Then you would have to walk home, alone in the rain."

"Eeh, I'll be fine, if I could borrow your umbrella." He politely asked his friend. But her fingertips were gazing his hand.

"Sorry, Boss." She gently plucked the umbrella from his fingers ever so slowly. "I'm very careful with my possessions." Her amethyst orb enchanted those golden brown orbs reflecting the embrace of the sky, hers reflected the secrets of the mist. He gasped at what she was implying. She began to click her boots on the small puddles as she walked.

"W-Wait, Chrome." He caught up. "At least let me." He took the umbrella back, raising it over the both of them.

Chrome's lips lifted as she walked shoulder against shoulder with Boss, under the rain.

Tsuna kept his quiet eyes, but his heart was racing. It thumped against his chest as they reached his house. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you to walk alone in the rain either."

"Really." More of an amused statement.

He caved on both side. He said they were friends... but he caved.

"Yuni made some tea for us." Tsuna walked into his room. She sat at the edge of his bed, she had let her hair loose, letting out drops with the emotion of the rain outside.

Chrome's clothes and hair were damp with a few droplets slipping past her pale skin. For some reason Tsuna felt awkward if he changed into something dry and left her like that. Both him and Yuni offered clothes, but she declined.

He set the tea on the table in the middle of the room. He took his seat besides her. "Um, your welcome to stay the night." He shut his mouth realizing how that sounded.

She grasped the handle of the tea cup. She took a sip with her pinky up. She set it back down with a gentle clang.

"Boss."

Tsuna stared out the window. "Or I could walk you home. It would probably be weird for you to stay, huh."

She turned her head to face him. He felt her eye on the hair's of his neck. He kept staring at the window. Scared of the situation.

"Boss."

"If anything, you'd be sleeping in Yuni's room."

"Boss."

"Are you sure you don't want some dry clothes?"

He hated how the uniform clung to their clothes with transparent wetness. He gulped feeling her cold fingers over his hand.

"Boss."

"Or I could call Hibari, maybe a sleep over with all three of us."

He knew Hibari would never agree unless he begged, but Tsuna didn't want to admit it yet.

"Boss."

"Y-Yeah that's it. We're all friends right?" He pleaded because he couldn't face the truth. The sky as clouded as him.

"Boss!" Pushing him down to the bed, straddling his hips. His eyes were vivid to the dispare in her weak voice. Her body radiating with the same empty shine of the sky.

"Chrome, I-"

"Take responsibility!" She begged, resting her forehead on his damp chest. His body froze with a gasp, finally acknowledging the situation. "I know your not to blame... but someone has to, and you're the only one I'll let." The whisper of a broken siren. She rose her head. The liquid shine in her amethyst orb held fear, guilt, betrayal, and need. Her pink lips ever longing to be with his again.

He was lost in the moment of reminisce. She drew closer to him, luring him. He subconsciously lifted his head to those quivering lips and mesmerizing eye. 'It's ok right?' He knew it wasn't.

Her fingers slid up his chest to his cold cheeks. Her wet hair illuminated the false shine around her face, slippery strands clinging to her in false comfort. He rose his hand to her cheek, below her eye. His thumb wiped away the one droplet of rain streaming down. His hand slid further, to her tangled hair.

Her breath was beating against his, they swirled into an intoxicating taste they were both familiar with. He gulped with unsure eyes before they reunited their lips. That weak ever breaking smile was the same. They closed their eyes and embraced. 'Affection, that's all this is, nothing more.' He repeated over and over again. Their lips moved up and down remembering the passion they shared. 'Only affection.'

"Tsunayoshi." She whispered with the echo of an empty music box.

"Nagi." He whispered back with a hollow orchestra.

Both of them playing a melody with their lips to the rain.

He made sure to focus purely on her lips. He refused to let his body act on its own. He wasn't going tangle himself against her on the bed. Her fingers interlocked to his free hand, squeezing it and pushing it deeper into the bed. His lips kissed away her sorrow. In truth, they both needed it. His misery was kissed away by her.

'Affection, that's all this is...' But he knew. He knew.

People like to make excuses for their secrets, but condemn others when they are exposed to ones kept from them. They are labeled as unethical, but why? Secrets can save you. Nobody can judge you if they don't know. The truth, on the other hand, displays your character to society to be tarnished. It's a morale dilemma. Should you admit to your sins, forcing others to carry that weight or do you take it to your grave, burying the truth so nobody gets hurt.