Gokudera had always thought that the night sky was ugly.
No stars or birds or anything remotely worth looking at was missing, due to pollution and the general stupidity of humankind. Not even clouds. And the new moon looked small and delicate and frail-
Ironic, Gokudera thought, because that's exactly how the waning moon looked like, tired and about to die and-
so, so sad.
Yamamoto had always thought that the sky was beautiful, even if it was just a vast expanse of black
like it usually was; Gokudera had always said that kind of sky was horrible
Actually, it was his favorite kind of sky, so that his eyes could wander anywhere and not have to focus on faraway stars, so that he could be lost in the flow of nothingness but black. And the moon, which was
minute and feeble and nothing but a sliver of light to illuminate the darkness
was the most beautiful thing he had seen (except for Gokudera, of course), because he knew it would be
so much more, blooming into a blazing gyre of yellow and orange and beauty
like their love, he told his Hayato-chan.
Gokudera scoffed (and was that a blush?) at his overly deep and romantic thinking, and then
shut up and kiss me, stupid baseball idiot.
Yamamoto was only too happy to comply.
