A Bit Of Help

Case 0: The Present

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR

Pairings: Eventual R27, Onesided!All27

Summary: If you seriously didn't read the description then go do that.

Warnings: OOC-Tsuna (Still Dame though), Mentally-Flawed!Tsuna, cuss words later on, slow build and has mist covering the information told in this chapter.

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 There was no point in denying the fact that as a certain brunet gazed out the window, their sensei had been waltzing around the class as if he was the most important person in the room, add in the annoying voice of a pompous teenager that aged by 40 more years and you have the sensei everyone despises known as, Nezu. Just Nezu, no last name due to everyone hating him enough to disrespect him by using the first name instead of last name mandatory basis, that didn't excuse them for being bitten to death whenever a prefect heard of another person added to the list of rule breakers. The prefect would leave the brunet alone to wallow in his silent sorrows of being alone every morning, but there would be times where the two would maybe sneak a glance or two at each other- although it was mostly the other who's black eyes would steal small looks at the shorter male.

Said shorter male was as said, a male that stood 5"3 in height while looking as though they weighed no more than the average 10-year-old. Sawada Tsunayoshi, someone who is the school's own personal punching bag was the brunet that possessed the name of the most useless person within the school files, one would be quite amazed if you thought about how strong he was to still be able to stand on his feet no matter the hands that tugged and pulled every limb. Tsunayoshi wasn't one to joke around that often, he wasn't one to joke around at all, there was no one to joke too anyways; - The boy had no friends, and the prefect wasn't someone you'd place in the list of friends you have.

Not even the sky that envelops everything below Tsuna tries to embrace someone as lifeless as he was, there were obvious signs of life within the brown soft eyes every girl desired, but it was such a dull shade of brown that it made people wonder if his eyes were just some sort of mistake at birth. The color, the big large brown pupils had a dark brown color that was murky and stirred with small bits and pieces of gold, Tsuna took pride in the eyes that captured many stares through its mysterious colors that made him obvious to pick out within a crowd. That was simply Tsuna, the boy who stuck out like the opposite color in a crowd of one, it wasn't just his eyes that made him who he was either; his unruly hair that obeyed its own rules was quite a mind-blowing thing to ponder about. It wasn't horrible to the point where it was a vulture's nest, yet at the same time, it wasn't normal to where one would be ale to simply accept it whenever you pass by him, it was too similar, too similar to a lion's mane. A light caramel color with different shades of light brown that often reminded people -who are only looking at it for the first time- of a milky chocolate color. One may think that it was such a beautiful description of hair and why would it be such a bad thing, it wasn't a bad thing to Tsunayoshi himself, at first, at least not until the spikes that would stick out widely was told to be held down as if the spikes were what represented his freedom, they were to be flat down; it wasn't much later that the school accepted seeing the brunet with his hair flat down with the help of pins, he was only 12 at the time.

It became very apparent to everyone else in the school that the brunet's grade had slowly risen up from the dark hole in which had nearly set him back a year, were they amazed that someone as useless as their punching bag could actually improve? They were very, but it had not stopped the constant assault that would send Tsuna home every day with one bruise more than the last beating, he stood strong, though, Tsunayoshi stood strong as a 13-year-old with the determination to live as large as the world; struggling was part of life was what someone had once said to Tsuna, and so the brunet believed those words. It wasn't the wisest thing someone had told him all throughout the hardships he struggled through, but it definitely added onto the pile of motivation that kept him breathing and moving every morning. Eventually later out in the days, Tsuna came to love the seduction that small things like blades possessed, it wasn't that he did any harm to himself with the sharp little tools; it was very simple to why the blades had attracted Tsuna's attention, the boy liked to cook for himself. Was it grade A cooking that would make anyone fall in love with his handiwork? It was a skill that Tsuna managed to pick up and take pride in for sure, especially with the amount of work that his mother -Sawada Nana- bore, there was barely any time for the lady to truly remember that she was still the mother to a growing boy, the brunet didn't mind as much as he should have that his mother was hardly there for him. From constant cooking, to slowly improving grades, Tsuna was still a runner that made a mad dash towards the doors after school for the reason that he needed to come home unharmed so that he may prepare something for Nana to eat, she seemed awfully frail nowadays and so another addition to the long list of things Tsuna has yet to check.