"Yamamoto-San! Please... Please accept my chocolates!"
That was how every Valentine's Day went for him. Girls gave him chocolate, he accepted them, and his life went on. Never pursuing any sort of relationship and never showing interest towards anyone other than his friends, Yamamoto seemed happy, and girls didn't understand why. It's not like he couldn't get a girlfriend, on the contrary, girls were practically on their knees, begging him to make them more than just his provider of sweets. Nobody could understand why he refused to get a girlfriend, not even his closest friends, Tsuna and Gokudera, and whenever asked Yamamoto claimed that he didn't have enough time to get a girlfriend, or that he couldn't find girls that were his type. Nobody knew what exactly his type was, and perhaps, he himself, had no clue either.
"Takeshi!" A loud voice exclaimed at 6 a.m., waking Yamamoto from his peaceful slumber almost immediately. One shout from his father was all it took for him to climb out of bed and change into his exercising clothes, a pair of dark, baggy sweatpants and a cotton t-shirt. This was only the start of his morning schedule. After changing, he would perform a series of warm-ups in his room and then head out to take a single lap around the town. Admittedly, his morning regime wasn't exactly as strenuous as Ryohei's, but it was enough to keep him in top condition, especially during baseball season. Baseball... It used to mean everything to him, until he met Tsuna. Now, he put his friends first, holding them in higher regard then the sport he grew to love. Love... Heh, that was something else. Honestly, sometimes, he felt like he was missing something. Especially when Tsuna tried to woo Kyoko. (Even though he was almost always unsuccessful.) Sure, Yamamoto loved his family, but having a girl, other than Gokudera around, wouldn't be too bad, right?
"Eh? Takeshi? You're still here?" His father asked, curiously. It was 7:40, ten minutes after he usually left. Yamamoto's eyes grew wide at the breakfast table, snapping out of his deep thoughts.
"Ah! I'm late. Bye, dad!" The boy exclaimed, grabbing his things and bolting from his house. He wouldn't be able to stop at Tsuna's today, so he just ran straight to school, slightly frustrated that his daily schedule had been thrown off, due to his daydreams about his friends and love. 'I don't have time for love and there's nobody out there that's my type.' Yamamoto thought stubbornly, bursting into his classroom with only a couple of minutes to spare.
"Yamamoto! Where were you?" Tsuna inquired, his caramel orbs reflecting a look of worry.
"Get lost, baseball freak?" Gokudera asked, the frown permanently pasted upon his features.
"Oh, I was just late! Nothing to worry about!" A grin crossed his face as he waved his hand in front of him, to signify that it was nothing. Nothing at all.
"Oy! Takeshi! See you on the baseball field tonight! We'll beat Makio Middle School for sure this year!" Ito Mamoru, a boy on his baseball team called out. 'Oh, right! We have a game tonight... Shit.' Yamamoto had totally forgotten, being preoccupied with his friends the night before. The worried expression evaporated as a smile quickly replaced it.
"Yeah, yeah! See you on the field." He gave his teammate a thumbs up before averting his attention back to his friends. "Tsuna, I guess I can't study with you guys tonight. I've got a game tonight."
"Oh! It's okay, Yamamoto." Tsuna said, nodding in understanding as a smile lit up his features. The bell rang, and they all knew to take their seats.
'A game tonight... And it's against Makio Middle too... How could I have forgotten?' Yamamoto wondered, before starting to fade off into his daydreams again...