It was one of those days again, Gokudera thought to himself with a defeated sigh. It was unlike the storm guardien to give up, but when faced with a brick wall of ungiving, pure bad luck, there's not much one can do.
It had started at three in the morning when his alarm had gone off without warning. It startled him awake with it's incessent wailing, causing him to spill from his bed unto the floor with a yelp. His blankets had, of course, tried to strangle him as he tried to get free of them, lengthening his struggles. By the time he managed to get back in his bed he was too far along the road to wakefulness to go back to sleep. So after around twenty minutes of fruitless rolling around he headed to the kitchen, putting on a kettle for a cup of tea. While he waited for it to boil he lit up a crumpled ciggarette and tried to even out his rising temper. He had a bit of sucess with that, after all there were no dumbass cow babies or baseball idiots to worsen it at this hour and place, thank the heavens. But of course when he went to pour the now scalding water into a cup, he spilled it all over his hand, which led to a scream of mixed frustration and pain. Thankfully he didn't live with anyone, and no one nearby kicked up a fuss.
And thus his morning greeting to the tenth was met with a wide-eyed stare to his now tightly bandaged left hand, and now matter how he grinned and assured his boss it was nothing, he still caught the kind boy sending him worried glances when he thought he wasn't looking. It honestly wasn't that bad, he'd just wrapped it up to keep from getting the ointment he'd put on it all over everything. Even the baseball idiot was sending him funny looks. It was just plain annoying from him though.
During lunch break he fell down the stairs. It happened while he was chasing the stupid cow baby down the hall for the tenth, so the retard wouldn't get himself hurt. The kid had taken a sharp turn at the stairwell, and when Gokudera tried to do the same...he'd tripped. He spent last period in the nurse's office, being fussed over because of a few dumb scrapes. When school was out he managed to catch up to the tenth and the baseball freak, both of whom waved to him happily.
As Yamamoto started yammering on about something stupid, Gokudera watched his face, the broad smile that was mirrored on Tsuna's as well, and couldn't help the grin that pulled at his own. Maybe it wasn't too bad of a day after all... This thought was topped by his tripping over his own shoes and faceplanting into the pavement with a startled yelp.
...then again, maybe it really was just one of those days.
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Hurrah for my first attempt at KHR fanfiction. Leave it to me to torture 'Dera for no good reason.