Gokudera had always know Yamamoto to be an idiot, but this... this was just something completely different. He didn't even know what to call it.
"Baseball Idiot! What the fuck are you doing?" He growled, standing in the doorway of the hotel room they were sharing on the school excursion. Said idiot was sitting on the one-seater in the pitiful excuse for a lounge, one leg folded up underneath him with the other brought up to his chest, his foot resting on the edge of the seat. He held something in his hand; something that looked oddly unfamiliar and out of place and just downright fucking feminine. The bomber was visibly twitching when the swordsman looked up, frozen in what he was doing, and grinned. "Are you fucking painting your nails?"
Yamamoto just blinked at his friend and then laughed, dipping the brush he held in one hand into the bottle he held with his other, wiping the excess from it on the edge of the top. He proceeded to drag it along the nail of his small toe with such speed, delicacy and precision that it could only ever be done by an experienced hand. The enamel was clear in color, but the Storm Guardian could easily see the way it shone and reflected the light not only on the baseball player's toenails, but his fingernails as well, and, as the Rain Guardian returned the brush to the bottle, screwing the lid back on, Gokudera couldn't help but notice the care that had been taken in shaping those finger- and toenails. Heck, he was half surprised the idiot didn't have fucking French tips.
"I knew you were a fucking idiot, but I didn't think you were a fucking girly idiot."
Yamamoto just laughed, placing the bottle of nail polish on the small table beside his chair, setting it down near a nail file and a set of nail clippers. "You're a funny guy, Gokudera," He said with a grin before returning his attention to his freshly painted toenails, lightly touching them to check they were dry before pulling his socks back on. "It's not nail polish. It's a nail strengthener."
Gokudera just stared at him, his eye twitching slightly in disgust, disbelief and angered confusion, the glare in his eyes deepening as the other boy laughed again.
"It's amazing stuff. You put it on your nails and it makes them stronger and prevents them from breaking and cracking under pressure," The Italian couldn't help but blanch at the way his Japanese 'friend' - the title still tasted bitter on his tongue when it came to this idiot - was staring almost lovingly at his perfectly cut-and-shaped nails, blowing on them lightly to ensure they were fully dry. "It's specially designed for athletes."
Gokudera felt his twitch coming back in full-swing, and the urge to go out onto the balcony for a smoke growing by the second. Are all athletes this idiotic?
"YAMAMOTO TAKESHI! I NEED SOME OF THAT NAILPOLISH, TO THE EXTREME!"
Yes, they are.