Acceptance

9

**Gokudera's PoV**

Walking in the hallway to the classroom I saw the least person I want to see in my whole life! This yakyuubaka!

"Yo, Haya-chan!" He cheerfully greet, AARGH! he irritates me the most early in the morning. 

"Shut up, baseball-freak! How many times do I have to tell you that do not call me with names!"

"Aww, but it suits you."

"NO! And never will."

"Have you went to Takeyoshi's house?"

I grunted,  I haven't visited Juudaime  since last Friday. "No I haven't.  Reborn forbades me, so I can't do anything about it."

"Oh, come on Haya-chan~ don't cry now."

"I wasn't, you baseball-freak!!!"

We argue till we arrived to our classroom.  We opened it and  was greeted by a dark room. The curtains covers the window and on the back row to the window side of the row, a student can be seen...

Wait...

Is that Juudaime???

I ran to him and greeted him. "Ohayo guzaimasu,  Juudaime!"
I greeted,  but he still a sleep. Maybe he was been tired and need some rest.

"Okay, Juudaime just sleep for now."

**Nezu's Pov**

**RRRIIIIIINNGGG**

As the bell's ring, I went Inside the classroom for my first class to teach today. 

"Alright brats! Go to you seats now. We will now start our homeroom. " I said as I walked  infront of the class. The students now went to their respective seats and start chatting next to them. 

This irritates me, "Brat! Go get your homework papers and start checking them. And be quiet will you all." I command to them.

I saw some took their works and some just continue to chat, and I somehow took a glimpse of a sleeping student.  This irks me.  'Breath in.'....  " You guys should be honored to be taught by an elite teacher like me. How could you slacks in my subject. You guys should be-.... blaa blaa blaa...."

**3rd Person's PoV**

As Nezu continues to rant about his eliteness, one student is now running to reach his classroom.

*Thud*

*Thud*

*Thud*

*Thud*

*Swish* *BAM*

"I'm sorry I'm late, Nezu-sensei!" The teen, Takeyoshi apologize, panting after the beat up and running up to his classroom.  He look so wrecked, his brown hair was messily untamed, uniform are wrinkled and got some dirt and scratches,  his face got some scratches, and he breathes uncontrollably.

The teacher look at him, irritated,  grumbling about how ungrateful his student is for cutting him from teaching . He stare at his late student and had a raised eyebrow. "You're late! Do you know what time it is?! How dare you come here late and cut me, an elite teacher from teaching you brats." The teacher ranted as his face is fuming red with anger.