The Marshmallow's Sunny Sky (HIATUS)

The beginning

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KHR.

"Sawada!! Answer this question now!" Nezu sensei was standing in front of the board while staring angrily at Tsuna who he thought was busy day dreaming. Somehow, Nezu sensei managed to get his work as a teacher back and was now teaching at Namimori High much to everyone dismay.

"Ehh, err, let me think for a second, sensei." Tsuna scratched his head while quickly took a look at the question written on the board. He didn't focus during the whole lesson just now. Even if he did, he doubted he can answer it since Mathematics will forever be his weakest subject despite Reborn's daily effort to drill those formulas and solutions into his head.

Heck, Reborn even considered it an amazing feat when he managed to get a C instead of F in his last year test. Of course, this was kept a secret from everyone. He has a reputation to keep. As much as it was impossible, Reborn did made it his life goal to make Tsuna get an A for his Maths test before he graduated from his high school. If not, he won't hear the end of it from his damn rivals, Colonello and Verde for failing as a Math tutor. The word 'impossible' and 'failing' never exist in his dictionary. NEVER.

"Psst, Juudaime. Here's the answer." Gokudera, who was sitting in front of Tsuna, secretly passed a small paper to him.

"Hurry up, Sawada! I'm still waiting for the answer here." Nezu sensei was tapping his foot impatiently. Actually, he knew Tsuna won't be able to answer the question. After all, he was Dame-Tsuna. He can't do anything right. Yes, his test marks might have improved but Nezu sensei solely believed that those marks were just due to sheer luck and cheatings. There was no way he going to let go any chance to humiliate Tsuna after Tsuna and his stupid gang caused him to lose his job two years ago.

"6927?" Tsuna said. He wasn't sure the answer is 5927 or 6927 since Gokudera tore the paper right at the first number.

"HA! I knew you would get it wrong. Dame-Tsuna will always be dame. You can't even answer this easy question. I can already foresee your dull and hopeless future. It's a wonder you can join high school without having to repeat a gra-"

"BAM!" Gokudera's fist hit the table so hard that it cracked as he stood up and glared at Nezu-sensei. "You bas***d! How dare you insult Juudaime?" He was really tempted to blast off that stupid arrogant jerk named Nezu but he knew Tsuna will not let him.

"Hahaha. Sensei, it's bad to call people dame. You shouldn't do that or you might accidentally ended up in h*ll much sooner that you expected." Yamamoto left the latter part unsaid. His cold eyes were an enough tell-tale sign that Nezu-sensei should shut his mouth for good.

But, of course the warning didn't get through Nezu sensei's thick skull. "Shut up or both of you will go to detention class later. I don't get it why both of you like to defend that useless student. If it was me, I—OUCH! Who throw that?" An eraser hit straight at his nose causing his nose to bleed.

"Oopps, sorry. My hand slipped. Well, it shouldn't hurt, doesn't it, sensei? You are an elite and not dame teacher after all." Byakuran said in his sing-song voice.

"KKRINNGG!" The school bell rang signalling the end of the lesson. Consider yourself lucky, brats. Nezu sensei thought. "Tch. Alright, class, that's it for today. Please complete page 10 to 20 by tomorrow." He then proceeded to pack up his things and left when the bulb about him came crashing onto his head thanks to the power of a certain redhead.

"Tch, talk about bad luck. This is all dame-Tsuna's fault." Nezu sensei grumbled under his breath. As he opened the classroom's door, he tripped over nothing and fell flat onto the floor. The whole class roared in laughter as their Math teacher hurriedly back to his office before more things happened to him.