He entered the classroom with Kyoko-chan. She was there, sitting in her usual seat. The rising sunshine radiated her isolation, whispering along side a bright morning window. He took his usual seat not able to glance her way. She was always the hardest to reach.

'Chrome...'

Lunch.

He was sitting down, looking at the door.

"Hm, is something wrong Tsuna-san?" Haru interrupted his worried expression.

He slightly flinched back, before turning to her and the rest in the club room. Yamamoto, Kyoko-chan, Ryohei, and Hana. "Eh, oh nothing. I'm just wondering why Gokudera-kun was absent today."

"He's probably fine and just decided to ditch." Yamamoto laughed off. Ryohei grumbled an agreement, while munching on his bento to the extreme!

"Yea that makes sense." Hana picked at her food. She wasn't that hungry. Today, they were actually going to rehearse on set. She had butterflies the whole time. 'So much for my tough exterior.' Naturally turning to Tsuna. 'How do you do it?'

Tsuna's intuition felt her eyes. He gave her a quick smile before facing Yamamoto and Ryohei again. She blinked in surprise, dropping a small portion of food, inches from her lips.

'I'll look for him tonight.' "Yea he would do something like that."

Tsuna looked down at his bento. The chocolate cupcake with skull shaped icing wasn't there. That was his favorite.

He lifted his head, left and right. He remembered the people around him. 'Oh,' and focused back down on his food.

'Haru was right. Everything changed.' Tsuna was silent for the rest of the time.

After that they all headed to the auditorium for practice. Tsuna couldn't get Chrome out of his mind. 'I really liked that cupcake.' It was the first sweet she baked him, opening one of the first windows for him, to look inside of her heart. 'And I threw it all away.' His lips almost quivered because of his dry throat and wet eyes. 'C'mon Tsuna you can't keep putting yourself in these thinking traps. I can't live in the past anymore.' Against his mental strenght, his heart dropped. What was she doing? Was she thinking about him, as constantly as he was? Was she happy? 'Of course she's not... I-'

Before he stepped into another thinking trap, a hand clasped his secretly as they walked.

He gasped. The only one walking behind the group, next to him, was Haru. He slightly faced her. She wasn't admitting it, her eyes completely foward, her mask refused to drop. So he dropped his, letting go.

She gasped. Was it too bravado of her? 'I was just trying to help...' He had that far away look in his eyes, again. Maybe she was one of the only people who noticed it. She puffed up her cheeks and crossed her arms. 'See if I care anymore.'

Until she heard him say, "Haru, um, wanna hold hands?" He was nervously scratching his hair, and had his face to the side hiding his timid blush, but he was offering his free hand.

"Hmm, why should I, after you just broke it?" She was purposely being obnoxious now. Even though she wanted to, at first.

He chuckled that awkward cringe. "S-Sorry, but I didn't want to pretend, that we weren't, you know," he scratched his tinted cheek, then made eyecontact with her, "holding hands." Offering it again.

'Haru's heart is about to burst!' Her cheeks heated up a steamy pink. 'Is this Tsuna-san's confession?! No Haru! Play it cool!"

Tsuna sweatdropped a big tear behind his head. 'Is she hyperventilating?' He was about to drop his hand to check if she was ok. "Haru-"

She stifled a squeak. She was losing her chance. She lunged for it before his hand completely fell. It was a clumsy effort and she stumbled next to his shoulder. She froze for a moment with a smile of euphoria. "Eh." She coughed clearing her nerves, like last time, when she brought up his cute no good voice. He always made her slip up about how she felt. 'But he's a dense baka.' She smiled to herself. 'And I love those little things about him.'

They walked hand in hand to the auditorium. She kept her smile, and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her bangs dropped in an angle towards their hands. The way he rubbed his thumb over her smooth skin was so endearing to her.

It was silent, but their tranquil silence. Chatter infront of them, but quiet in between them.

They were about to enter through the main entrance to the building, but Tsuna nudged in another direction. She lifted her head to take a glimpse of where and him.

He answered her confused eyes. "I was thinking maybe a longer route? I was, um kinda, enjoying this."

"I-I was too." She squeaked, with a trembling voice and a red face. This was the closest she had ever been to confessing.

And that was enough for her.

"Highlight the edges of the moon in yellow, but overall let's keep it a pale blue, I just want a haze of shine." She was instructing other members of the art club how she wanted the set for the play. She heard the front entrance open and paused with a gulp. Boss? She dreaded it, but turned to them. Kyoko, Yamamoto, Hana, and Ryohei, that was it. She sighed in relief.

"Hey Chrome-chan!" Kyoko instantly ran on stage. "Wow, this is looking great!" The rest were walking down the row of seats.

Chrome, the petite quiet girl she was, only nodded.

"Is this for the scene where Romeo confesses to Juilet."

She nodded again. "Y-Yes. I only want the balcony on set."

Kyoko put her finger to her lips. "Nani?"

Chrome stuttered. "B-Because I believe the scene will be much more powerful with only the moon and night sky." Her night sky. The ones she shared with him.

Kyoko amused her thought. "Hm, the sky does look more lonely with out the sun, ne?" Smiling just as bright.

Chrome's delicate amethyst orb grew vividly dejected at her implications. Kyoko could keep Boss happy, leaving her to cold hollow nights alone.

The loud door to the backstage opened and closed with an echo. Chrome snapped her head to its direction. Anything to avoid this conversation. 'Boss...?' And he was holding hands with Haru.

His eyes grew wide. Chrome was looking directly at him, with that same fragile eye she could only reval to him. It begged why and pleaded for his company again.

He weakly responded with his own eyes. Gazing with guilt and remorse before shunning itself in shame.

'But why...'

He could feel her asking that question again with a ghost quiet whisper.

"Excuse me." She quietly spoke, but the auditorium echoed it. Her boots created the most painful acoustic walking off set and leaving.

She wasn't apart of this play. 'And I don't want to be either.'

Because none of it was real.

The art club was packing it's things. Without Chrome they couldn't continue, most of them didn't want to either. It was her set. Boss could feel the resentment in some of them, but he trudged through. He needed to talk to him. He was packing some spraypaint into his bag. He sighed, bored. He noticed Tsuna approach and sighed again.

"H-Hey Chikusa?" He greeted, wondering if he was welcomed.

He nodded with a slump of his shoulders. "Tsuna, why waste your time with an outsider."

He felt a little insulted. "Nani? A fellow loner can't come by for a talk?"

"You, a loner? You should reconsider calling yourself that anymore." He glanced over Tsuna's shoulder, referring to the popular clique he had started to hang out with. Tsuna follwed his gaze. They were all on stage with scripts in hand. Tsuna inwardly scolded himself. Chikusa was right. "Fuck, when did that happen?"

Chikusa couldn't hold back a smirk, but quickly dropped it before Tsuna turned back to the conversation.

"Apparently after you and Chrome departed ways." He rose his glasses with his fingertips. He slightly enjoyed the pain Tsuna's eyes instantly expressed. "Is that why you did it? Was she holding you back, so you dropped the dead weight."

"What? No, never! Is that what Chrome thinks?! What happened between us was..." He gritted his teeth and balled his fist in frustration, looking away.

Chikusa sighed another time, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Chikusa just wanted to push his buttons for a moment. "I know Tsuna. You always took care of her, even after Mukuro-sama..." He sighed, shaking his head. He stepped closer. "But the rest of them don't see it that way." Warning him of the art club. Chrome was kind of the mascot and unofficial president of the club. They were always jealous of 'Boss' and how clingy she was to him.

"I don't care what they think. I just wanted to ask," he took a strained breath. "How's Chrome?" Because he wasn't doing too well. 'How could I walk in holding hands with Haru... I forgot about Haru!' He probably hurt her feelings too, breaking his hand away the second he saw Chrome. 'But right now I need to focus on Chrome.'

Chikusa began to take his leave. "I'm not going to answer a question for your own gratification. If you are concerned, talk to her."

"Please Chikusa." Tsuna whispered, it reached the ear as he passed by.

He stopped. "It's her privacy. Sorry." And kept walking.

At the door, Chikusa turned to see all the happy masks, from the group preparing for their play. Tsuna was the last to join on stage, mimicking them.

There they stood, laughing and smiling. Stealing sad glances in between eachother, but pretending they never did, if their eyes met. Yamamoto at Kyoko and Tsuna. Haru's eyes struggled between Tsuna and where Chrome stood earlier. Kyoko-chan happily gazed at Tsuna-kun, and hesitated to acknowledge Yamamoto, but she did with a smile. Hana's eyes darted at all of them, hoping they didn't notice her nerves, occasionally landing on Tsuna for support. Ryohei was the only one who noticed Hana, she was always in his eyes.

Hibari had his normal unherding nature. He kept to himself, away from all of them, but his eyes kept lingering to Tsuna. Every time he caught himself, he would scowl for lack of discipline, look away, and bite his lower lip in agony and frustration. The friendship he had with the little animal was just as important to Hibari as it was to Tsuna.

Tsuna, he kept trying to look for his hope, but Chrome was gone. She wasn't apart of this. This play.

Chikusa sighed one last time before closing the door.

You're all fooling yourselves. Idiots.