The first of many drabbles and ficlets that doesn't correspond to one another. Hope you enjoy, sorry for infrequent updates, and…more formalities that follow. /smacked/ okay, I'm really sorry—NO EXCUSE FOR THAT—just…a lazy bum… WELL OKAY let's start!

*insert disclaimer here* I own nothing but plot.

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It wasn't a big deal, really. It was just paint.

Scratch that. It was two fuckin' walls of fuckin' wallpaper. Not even paint.

At first, you were pretty much okay with it. Who am I kidding; you were one letter away to getting furious. All you thought was a paint change, same range of color, just that nobody told you. Anger could slip pass, cause' you agreed to grey.

It wasn't long till you saw his list-of-things-to-buy. It wasn't grey paint. It was a fuckin beige wallpaper, that's what. So anger ran passed you again. Hit you flat on the face and made it red. His red wasn't even close.*

"HAYATO GOKUDERA, YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS." You screamed while marching stomping your way through the base's halls to his room.

"We agreed to grey. We agreed it was gonna be maroon and grey. Why the hell did you change it into a beige wallpaper?" Your eyes were burning. And nobody wants that.

"Fuckin' woman, don't go barging in and complain about the little stuffs I don't care about!" He lit his cigarette, slouching on his oh-so comfortable seat.

"Then why. Why did you ever change it if you don't care."

"Jyuudaime said beige would look better with maroon,"

That was it. Practically all the veins on your forehead popped. You should have known that; coming from Gokudera, it wasn't something odd.

"Well if you love him so much, then go make it your and his room. I'm sure Tsuna will be thrilled." You said sarcastically while slamming the door.

You ran back to your room. You didn't think moving would be this hard. God, it was only room to room. You didn't want it to be steel plates like the other rooms. You wanted it to look homey, and you couldn't even pick a color for paint.

You cried to sleep that night. Maybe it was some weird habit but you always cried if you got furious. It wasn't going to be another broken pencil event that you can forgive easily. It wasn't the paint. It wasn't the walls. It wasn't the room. It was being left out. He listened to his boss more than you. What were you to him? But, just as your eyes closed, the door opened.

"(y/n)…look—" He started. The back of his head felt pretty itchy right now.

"What? Tsuna told you to move his things for the move-in?" You replied, voice slightly cracking.

"T-that's not it!" He moved closer to your bed. "I'm— I'm sorry, (y/n)… I should have listened to you, and I shouldn't have followed what jyuudaime said…" It was a different side of him. A side you rarely see. A side that made you sure he was a softie.

You jumped out of bed and clung to his neck. You wouldn't let go. Stupid fights and making up is human. You can't stay mad.

"I'm sorry too, Hayato…" sniffling and sobbing onto his broad, muscular, and husky scented chest. (A.N. can't help myself)

He wrapped his arms around your waist; hugging you back in a sweet and tight embrace.

Yeah it was just paint. But, then again, who knew it could mean more than just that ;)

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Thar you go~ coming up is Yamamoto, then— whatever comes afterwards. I'M ON A ROLL!

*Mind the lame pun or joke there. You see, Gokudera is a storm guardian, right? and storm is red—so, yeah ._.

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