I randomly asked carchier to give me ten 5927 prompts, and she kindly did.
Why yes, I do have wonderful fandom friends.
Dieci Tempeste
Uno to Tre
First storm.
Tsuna grumbled irritably as he walked under the rain, thoroughly soaked.
Trust Reborn to order him to buy his favorite espresso even when it was raining, the fact that his umbrella went missing (he suspected that Lambo had something to do with it) didn't help either.
His tutor would pay someday for this, probably in hell.
"Tenth?" asked a voice next to him, and Tsuna knew who it was before looking.
"Hello Go-" He raised an eyebrow when he saw that his friend didn't have anything to prevent himself from getting soaked. "Where's your umbrella? And why are you walking without it in the first place?"
"Bianchi called asking me to stop by your house, Tenth," Gokudera replied, his voice a bit louder so that the other could hear him over the sound of rain. He looked hesitant as he continued, "That's if you don't mind me coming over of course! I'll just see what Bianchi wanted and I'll immediately take my leave!"
Two years ago, Tsuna would've raised his hands in defense and frantically told him that he didn't mean anything like that. But now, he only sighed and just grabbed Gokudera's left hand and dragged him forward.
"Tenth?" Gokudera asked again, although this time, there was a developing blush on his face.
"How many times do I have to tell you that it's okay to come over anytime you wanted? I like it when you come over, I like it when we're together and... I like you."
He was glad that it was raining, the sound of the water hitting the streets continually made his rushed, embarrassing and whispered confession covered.
Gokudera's hand that he was holding wasn't tense anymore, and Tsuna smiled fondly as he slowed his pace, making them both walk calmly under the rain.
Their hands were still connected.
Second storm.
Gokudera was giving out his report in his usual, overly professional way.
Still...
"Uh, Gokudera... why is there a puppy on your head?" At that, Gokudera cursed loudly like he was caught or something, which was absurd because anyone would notice that there was a cheerful puppy on top of his head.
Gokudera then went on to his usual apology fest before he explained how the puppy followed him around in Paris when he was doing a mission there, and thinking that it was a tracking dog sent to gather information about the family, he captured him and brought him back home for examination.
So the puppy followed him around, Gokudera found him too cute and couldn't help himself from bringing him here, Tsuna mused, years of knowing the mechanics of his right-hand-man thought process coming in handy. "What's its name?" he asked curiously, coming over and patting the puppy's head gently, a gesture the puppy returned by licking his hand.
"Sirius," Gokudera answered, wincing as the puppy tugged on his hair from moving around so much.
"I like him," Tsuna noted as he picked the puppy up from his head, taking a moment to smooth Gokudera's hair along with that.
The puppy looked pleased with that notion, seeing as he enthusiastically began to lick Tsuna's face.
Inwardly, Gokudera concluded that Tsuna was okay with Sirius staying in the mansion, which was a relief since he knew of his bitter past with dogs.
Though he had to teach the puppy some basics.
No licking is to be done to the Tenth.
Only I would do the licking.
He had to admit though, the puppy had a damn good taste.
Third storm.
Gokudera was a brave man.
He was fearless.
He was ruthless.
He was bat-shit insane and one hundred percent badass.
He was going to confess this day, and nothing could stop him.
Nothing.
Noth-
"A dinner party at the Cavallone mansion?"
His boss nodded, shattering every plan Gokudera had for this day.
"And he decided to make it now?" I knew there was a reason why I didn't like that guy ten years ago.
Tsuna nodded again. "He said that he missed us."
"On this exact day?" Gokudera repeated, still in denial.
He's on my shit-list, absolutely.
Being annoyed, depressed and homicidal, Gokudera decided to drink the moment he arrived at the Cavallone mansion, only for a bit though.
Somehow, he found himself drunk and being carried by Tsuna, who looked at him when he opened his eyes and sighed tiredly. "Go back to sleep, Gokudera. You drank too much today."
"How much?" He could still feel the pleasant buzz of intoxication running all over his body.
"You emptied half of Dino's bar." Tsuna noted, sternly.
He was feeling too warm to think about whether he made the other mad, too tingly from the sparks of love he felt in his being, too happy.
Too brave...
"I love you, Tenth," he found himself saying, drunken courage mixed with his frustrations and giddiness over the fact that Tsuna was carrying him of all people.
His boss's eyes widened with something akin to hope, and he looked as if he was about to say something but chose against it in the end. "Go to sleep."
"I mean it, Tenth. I really do," Gokudera urged.
"Let's talk about it some other time."
"Do you want me to make a song about it? Because I will."
"You're drunk."
"You're sexy," Gokudera shot back with a wink, grinning widely.
And then he drifted back to sleep with the chuckles of his boss being the last thing he remembers before he began snoring.
"I love you too, hot stuff," Tsuna muttered softly, holding Gokudera's body even more closer, and snorting at his silly choice of words.
Three down, seven to go.