Uh. I fail at life; I spend all my free time writing these stories. Anyways, enjoy! Thanks to Arashi no Bakumaru for pointing out the whole "Jyuudaime" thing. I knew I spelled it wrong, I just didn't know how.

Disclaimer: No matter how many times I wish it was mine (every time the clock has at least three matching numbers in a row) I have yet to gain custody of KHR… Maybe I should take this to court… XD

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I walked towards the couch, holding a bowl of popcorn. Takeshi was sprawled out on aforementioned piece of furniture. I raised an eyebrow and sat down on his thighs, setting the bowl on his stomach. Picking up the remote, I started the movie. What it was, I had no clue. As usual, he picked it out and we watched it. It usually involved sports but I was too lazy to go to the DVD rental.

I zoned out slightly, watching the people on the screen (playing baseball, what a surprise!), when Takeshi spoke. "Why do you always sit on me?" He asked, chewing on some popcorn. I really needed to teach him proper etiquette.

"Because," I replied, "if you sat on me, I'd get squished."

"How do you know I'm not squished?"

I blinked. "You're calling me fat." He tried to protest. "You called me fat, why would you do that?" I started babbling, I'm very concerned about my body weight. That's why I always wear a shirt, even when I'm swimming.

He sat up suddenly, spilling popcorn all over me and my poor couch, and wrapped his arms around my chest. "I wasn't calling you fat, Hayato. It was a joke!" He grinned, that stupid lop-sided grin that annoyed me so much (I love it anyway).

I glared at him and hit his forehead. "You got popcorn on my couch stupid." I struggled to get free. "Let me go. I actually want to finish the movie for once; we never finish the ones you bring."

"That's because I can think of much better things to do." He kissed my jaw.

"Stop trying to molest me every ten seconds you fucking moron." I glared, he just kissed me again.

He reached one hand up under my shirt and ran his fingers along my stomach. I hit him again, hard. "Ow."

"Get off. I don't want to be raped!" Damn baseball idiot was too persistent.

He finally relented and lay back down, pulling me and an almost empty popcorn bowl with him. I managed to free the poor, abused bowl (like I give a fuck, it was stabbing me) out from between us and laid my head on his chest, paying more attention to his heart beat that to the movie. I guess I fell asleep because I opened my eyes and it was morning.

"Wake up stupid, we're late for school!"

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Okay, this one sucked. I haven't been planning it as long as the other two. Gokudera was OOC at the beginning and near the end. Epic fail. But, I explained why he always wears a shirt. (even at the beach and swimming pool) So many people have read my other 8059 one-shots, so I made another. Although these are so short that they might be considered drabbles. Arggh! I'm ranting. Okay; read, review, love, shoot me in the head. XD