8. Race (1/2)

-race-

tsuna leans his head against the palm of his hand as his teacher drones on, wanting to fall asleep but knowing full well reborn would kill him if he did.

quite literally.

it's bad enough that he's taking another supplementary class so giving his tutor another reason to want his head on a silver platter is not a good idea. it's an english one again, although this time he's got yamamoto in with him instead of kahiro, who really had been telling the truth when she said she'd just messed up where she wrote her answers.

he's sitting by the window, which really isn't helping with keeping his attention focused on the lesson. it's as his eyes wander from the board to the view outside that he sees members of the girl's track team all readying themselves on the startings blocks. he assumes they're all third years-that being until he sees the tell tale dark hair in a ponytail and jumper rolled up scruffily to the elbow.

the teacher then raises their arm and fires the starting signal, tsuna not flinching much at the noise. after all, one did get somewhat used to the sound of gunshots when you lived with a hitman.

all of the girls react instantaneously, already seeming to be halfway around the track in a split second. it's hard to tell who is leading as they run around the curve, but it becomes obvious fairly soon that a third year and kahiro are leading. they go around the curve again before reaching the final straight. it's close, kahiro nipping at the heels of the third year with hair flying behind her. however, the older girl pulls away at the last second, his classmate ending up behind her.

after a moment, kahiro goes up to her upperclassman and the two girls began laughing, the older one slapping her playfully on the back. kahiro then jogs away, moving in such a direction that she ends up underneath the window he is peering out from. her eyes look up to the sky and she smiles widely before seeing him and blinking. "hey! you got extra classes?"

he's somewhat taken aback by the suddenness of her question but nods in response.

"ooooh, english again?" she winces in sympathy. "i'd prefer to do one hundred 400m sprints than that."

seeing his teacher on their computer, searching through things, tsuna leans his head through the window a little and speaks as loudly as he dares. "you run pretty...fast…" he finishes lamely, suddenly thinking that the comment might be seen by kahiro as kinda weird.