A Strange Experience of a Namimori Middle School's Baseball Club's Member
He doesn't understand what Yamamoto sees in No Good Tsuna. In fact, it feels just like yesterday the star athlete was part of the crowd who act as if the loser doesn't exist at all. He still can't comprehend how they end up being so close.
(To the point of pranking the whole school together, no less! He still hasn't forgiven Yamamoto for making them think his friend was going to jump from the roof...)
And now Yamamoto lets that loser cling to him, begging him not to leave even though they have an important match coming up!
"I know, I know, I know!" No Good Tsuna tightens his grips on Yamamoto's shirt, his eyes are scrunched shut like he has a headache or something. "Just—Just wait for a minute then you can go— I'm sorry I can't explain why..."
Yamamoto, friendly as always, doesn't even push the loser away "No worries! I know you've always have a good reason when you get like this!"
The coach is clearly getting impatient and unhappy their ace is letting Tsuna yank him around. "Yamamoto! We'll be going! You can just ride a taxi there!" Obviously that's an empty threat considering they need Yamamoto in this match, but maybe it'll scare him enough to finally ignore Tsuna.
"No, wait." Tsuna blinks. And blinks. And blinks. His shoulders sag, losing all tension. "Okay, you can go now."
"Cool!" Yamamoto chirps like No Good Tsuna didn't just have a mental breakdown in front of the whole team. Or maybe Yamamoto knew he was faking it and was just humoring the loser a bit since he's such a nice guy like that.
"Well? Get on the bus!" Their coach snaps.
They're definitely going to be late. Yamamoto used to prioritize baseball over everything else but nowadays he focuses on coddling Tsuna instead. The whole bus is quiet, swallowing their annoyance over this incident. Hopefully it's just a one time thing and No Good Tsuna won't pull this act ever again.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The coach checks with the driver.
In front of them is a scene of a car crash. The cops are clearing the area as the ambulance pulls a bleeding man out of a wrecked truck.
"Oh, so that's why," Yamamoto says. He's standing up from his seat so he'll be able to see what's going on. "No wonder Tsuna freaked out so much."
That gets a small laugh from the club member sitting next to him. "What? Are you saying No Good Tsuna is a psychic or something?"
Yamamoto frowns. "Don't call him that."
And just like that, Yamamoto ends the conversation and ignores his seatmate.
He didn't deny the psychic allegation.
