"You wanted to see me, Sensei?" His bored voice caused a throbbing vein over her forehead. He was in front of her desk, as she contemplated on her chair.

"Yes. Have you thought of joining a club?" Lal-Mirch was a teacher who wanted to help all her students. Even the anti-social.

"Eh, why would you ask me? Focused on all you students social lives because you don't-"

"Stop right there, before I uppercut you, Sawada." She grumbled. Her fingers supported her doubting head. "See, right there. I don't think you put others feelings into consideration."

He gritted back. Yuni said the same thing. "I'm not usually around them so..."

She snapped her fingers, a cocky smirk. "Exactly."

"What are we doing here?" He detested her idea. Joining a club was one thing. But this one was something else entirely. It was the quintessential club he gave no fucks for. He also noted it was the same classroom where he confessed to Kyoko, again.

Lal-sensei walked in with without a care.

"Hahi!" A girl flopped on her butt dropping all costume supplies. "Geez, I can't get this disguise right."

'How is Godzilla supposed to be a disguise?!' Tsuna cringed. It was her. That cheerful voice everyone loves.

"Lal-sensei! ...Oh, and I see you brought Tsuna-san." She shot to her feet. A cheerful smile until spotting him.

'You don't have to make your distaste that obvious.'

"He's here to join your club, Haru." She gave the fakest politest grin, elbowing Tsuna. "You need some members right, and Sawada here, is interested."

Haru pouted her lips, her dimples growing. "Is he really?" She found that hard to believe. Tsuna was the enigma of school. Not apart of the school body gossip. Essentially the job of the news club. To Haru, atleast

"No, I'm not." A dead voice.

"Hahi! Tsuna-san, why did you even bother to come here?"

This time it was a rigid jab to his gut with Lal-sensei's elbow. "I mean, (cough, cough) the rumors among the school's lips these days, is everything to me(cough,). I heard Lal-sensei has a thing for Shamal-"

"Learn to shut up." She jabbed him again, knocking out his air.

"Worth it." He crumbled to his knees, clutching his gut.

Sensei sighed. His uncaring sarcasm knew no bounds. 'Someone is gonna stab him one day.'

"If you are really serious about joining... then I don't see the problem." Haru tapped a finger to her cheek staring at the ceiling in debate.

More empty words were about to escape his lips, until Lal-sensei's glaring knuckles brought dread to his eyes.

"I am. Honest." He shot to his feet, scratching his cheek glancing away in fear. 'This is extortion. This is definitely extortion!'

"Take care of him, Haru. I'll fill out the paperwork." Lal-sensei smirked and shoved Tsuna's shoulders to her in mock support.

"I guess I should start off by saying." A cough to prepare her wise words. "We as reporters will take our job seriously, with integrity." She paused and then glared at him. "Wait, do you have any?"

"To an extent."

"Hahi? Either you have integrity or it's already been compromised!"

"Oh. I guess mine has been compromised, then."

Haru flinched, thrusted her arms down and huffed. She knew this was a bad idea.

Tsuna went to go sit at the edge of the same long table in the middle of the empty classroom with stacked chairs. Haru sitting on the opposite end, the same as yesterday.

He searched... 'No one else is here. 'Oi, you got to be kidding me. I can't be the only other member...'

Lal-Mirch laughed with a menacing grin. It was her plan after all. She then grew serious, folding her arms, leaning against the hallway wall. "A one on one relationship is either going to crack open his shell or strengthen it to the point no one will be able to open it."

"Haru, what do you actually do here?"

She was still working on the Godzilla costume. 'She should of made this into a cosplay club.'

She looked up from her costume on the desk. She scrunched her eyebrows with puffed up cheeks. "Wait for stories, then post them on the school website."

"So... how do I help?"

Haru flinched. What? He wanted to interact. "You're acting strange."

"Ara, how?"

"You sound excited. That's a first."

Tsuna blinked then tried to scowl. "Nevermind."

She started to brighten up. It made him mentally squirm. "We also follow up on any rumors."

Tsuna internally groaned. 'It sounds so pointless...'

With true glee, she pridefully rose high with her fist. "We also go undercover with my personal disguises."

"Never."

But the excitement in her voices was a surprise to Tsuna. 'She seems really devoted to this. I guess everyone has a right to follow their passion.' A small smile emerged from his usually straight lips.

"Hahi! Please stop smiling. Thank you, but sorry I'm not interested." She bowed, rejecting his non-existing feelings.

"I wasn't hitting on you." He mumbled.

Haru explained the rest of his duties as a member. He understood the jist of it. Scoop out stories, interviews, but he woud defintely not be her costume model!

In those few hours after explaining they only had one more conversation. Tsuna was reading, keeping his words to a minimum.

Haru wasn't uncomfortable, but she was never really in a situation where it was quiet with someone else for so long. It was tranquil. A remedy for exhaustion. She didn't have to force herself to make conversation. Her words slipped out over her thoughts. "Yesterday, why'd you do it?"

Tsuna kept his eyes on the page, but narrowed his eyes. "Kyoko is the school idol, who wouldn't confess."

Haru held a calm sunshine in her eyes. "Like Mochida-senpai. It was pretty obvious what you did there."

Tsuna flipped the page. "Then why'd you ask?"

"Because I don't understand why you had to do it, that way?"

Tsuna never knew how observant she was. One of the things they might share. Yuni and Lal-sensei mentioned something about others feelings. Haru was probably eluding to that too.

He sighed dejected. "I dunno, guess helping is another thing I suck at."

She was sowing a rip together. "I wouldn't say that..." A lingering lyric to the tranquil rythem of their conversation. "But you kind of jumped the gun before I could do anything." A sincere smile.

"Huh?" He knew she was up to something. The whole time Mochida was flirting, she was giving off calculating eyes towards them.

"I was going to cause an 'accident' and ask Kyoko to take me to the nurse."

'Oh, th-that means I didn't have to get involved.' His brown eyes blanked before he realized her last words. "Ew, you would actually let that guy examine you."

"Tsuna-san you're the worst! Pervert! You would probably spy." She pointed and covered her self.

"Eeh? How did this become my fault?"

At his mumble the door made a thud.

'Someone was listening.'

"Hahi! Show yourself." Haru fiercely pointed at the door.

It opened with a nervous click and a chuckle. That popular chuckle. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to easedrop." Yamamoto walked in rubbing his spiked hair.

Tsuna and Yamamoto shared a glance. All it was. Yamamoto seemed caught off guard. Tsuna has been more involved lately.

"Oh Yamamoto, how can we help you?"

Yamamoto kept his focus on Haru. Tsuna kept his uncaring narrow eyed glare, but listened. He was a member now, after all.

"Well, The baseball team was wondering if you would write an article about us."

Haru nodded. "No problem, but why all of a sudden."

"They need new members. Publicity." Tsuna mumbled. Yamamoto nodded at him.

"Ah, that's about it." His smile cracked slightly. Ever since those words they shared during Namimori middle, they had been estranged and the guilt never really left Yamamoto.

A light bulb went off in her head.

'It's so bright.' Tsuna had to avert his eyes.

"How about you hold an exhibition match at Namimori middle! All the students who will be first years will get to see you guys first hand. Tsuna-san and I can be the announcers during the game." Nodding confidently to her own words.

"Oh ,Tsuna too?" Yamamoto kept that cheerful grin, but he saw through it.

"Yea, Haru don't just involve others with out consent."

"Hahi! Tsuna-san, this involves club activities!"

"Nani, how? Reporters shouldn't mess with stories."

Yamamoto glanced back and fourth at their debate.

"Unless they go undercover!" She nodded, already deciding a fake costume to wear while announcing the game.

"That would hardly be considered undercover. You like involving yourself too much."

Haru slammed her hands on her desk. "And whats wrong with that? I like helping everyone!"

Tsuna was unfazed by her flustered state. "There is nothing wrong with it. Just don't expect the same from others."

Yamamoto visibly stiffened at that comment.

She crossed her arms. "I don't. Helping people because you expect a favor out of them is called business, not kindness, Tsuna-san."

Tsuna was taken back by her reply. He gritted his teeth and looked away. He clearly lost. "Ah, I guess. I got no choice, huh?"

Haru cheered with a bouncing skip. "You should help more often."

It somehow turned into a community project with other people joining after Yamamoto and Haru made a few phone calls. In a short while, the empty classroom filled.

"It's gonna be real fun guys." Kyoko was in the center of attention as always.

"Oh Tsuna-kun! I didn't know, you joined the News Club." She went out of her way to acknowledge him.

Only when none were around the two.

"Hello Kyoko-chan. I was blackmailed." He mumbled, bored. Everyone was mostly brainstorming. He was not a contributing factor.

It was the least significant conversation to Tsuna. Although a different matter to the one who caught words of their conversation.

Hana and Haru were writing on the chalk board. Yuni, Lambo, and I-pin had came from Namimori middle to help from their side of the school. Tsuna was shocked seeing Gokudera and Ryohei volunteering.

Chrome was there.

Tsuna stood from his chair. He slung his school bag over his shoulder and headed for the door. They didn't need him there. He would help announcing the game.

"Hahi? Tsuna-san?" Haru looked around. He was gone. She was distracted by Kyoko asking what kind of treats she should bake.

"Here." Shamal mumbled handing him an envelope.

"Another one." Tsuna mumbled, tucking it into his pants. He slipped out of the nurse's office with out being noticed.

"Tsuna!" A voice called out.

He shoved the letter he was reading, into his pocket.

Tsuna was walking out the gates of school. He paused and looked back. Bored. He rose an eyebrow. Yamamoto? The popular one wanted to talk to him.

Yamamoto slowed to a normal walking pace. Both him and Tsuna walked out of the school. "Um, thanks for offering to help. You kind of ran off before I could say anything." Yamamoto smiled. The burnt crisp scent in the air caught his nose. Fire?

He nodded. 'Yamamoto is good at beating around the bush.' "No problem."

"But man, I sure was shocked when you confessed to Kyoko yesterday. I mean, I heard how close you both sounded. What's up with that?"

'Oh... It's about Kyoko.' Typical. He should of guessed Yamamoto woud talk about her. Tsuna kept his straight lips. "I guess she felt guilty for rejecting me."

Yamamoto scratched his cheek nervously. "About that... I heard what you told Haru."

Tsuna kept his expression of uncaring. "I see, and." More of a statement.

Yamamoto needed an answer. "Tsuna." They both shared the same fake eyes, not glaring. "If it was me... would you have done the same?"

Tsuna started to walk. He waved him off. "Who knows?"

'... I obviously don't...'

Tsuna yawned. It was a long and boring day.

The night, short and brutal. Except for the song he heard.

"12:30" 'early.' He didn't want to do this today.

The lights to the kitchen were on. "Tsu-Kun say hello to your mom."

"Hello mom." He took a seat across the table. She was drunk, lying in regret and pity. 'What is it today?'

"School sounds good, Yuni-chan says, you're all going to play baseball again!"

"Yea." 'I didn't agree to playing!'

"I'll be sure to cheer you both on!"

"Thanks. Can I go."

"Wait. Can't you spend a moment with your mother."

He remained seated in her presence.

"How was your day."

"I joined a club."

"Really?! Which one?"

"The newsclub. Yuni already told you."

"She did. You sound happy Tsu-kun." She began to excuse herself. "Goodnight."

The lights shut.

He remained seated by her vanished presence.

Family... I don't know what it is anymore. Maybe I never did.