Yet another ordinary day. Gokudera is enjoying his probably tenth cigarette at the school's rooftop, the smoke rising up to the sky with the warm spring breeze. Yamamoto is there as well, silently biting his sushi he's brought for lunch. Silently, since he got yelled at by the other boy really badly today and doesn't want to play on his nerves anymore. Gokudera's been in a horrible mood recently.

As the Italian teen finishes his cigarette, he drops it and takes a new one from his almost empty pack.

"You're so obsessed with your cigarettes," Yamamoto mentions carefully, prepared for another shouting and maybe a punch or a dynamite stick thrown his direction.

But an upset glance is everything he gets, so he returns to his sushi leftovers. Gokudera takes a long pleasant drag from his cigarette. "That's why they call it addiction, idiot," he growls and shakes his head. The black haired teen is really as stupid as he seems. Everything he says is something meaningless and usually doesn't make sense.

The boy grins back. "Yeah, I know," he says, scratching his head. "But I mean like," he shrugs and stuffs another piece of sushi into his mouth, "couldn't you be addicted on something sweeter? Like something healthier."

For once again, a tiny voice in the Italian's head whispers he shouldn't even listen to the other boy. It's as if he's not thinking at all. But that idiot's words sometimes make him wonder what is Yamamoto actually thinking of, so he asks "For example?"

Yamamoto shrugs again and looks somehow deeply in the other teen's eyes. "Me?" he suggests in a very serious voice.

Way too serious, for Gokudera. He almost chokes up at his cigarette and starts laughing unnaturally. That really surprised him, he would never expect the baseball idiot to say something like that so seriously. "You're killing me, Yamamoto!" he manages to say in between the laughs. "Are you crazy or something?"

He stops laughing as he sees Yamamoto's hurt expression. It's a very easy noticeable change since the idiot's always smiling obliviously. Come to think of it, Gokudera isn't used to anything else than that happy grin.

The silver haired boy swallows, moving a little closer to the other guy. This is really bugging him. "You're serious?" As disturbing as it seems, Yamamoto does seem serious. "You can't be…" No response at all. "Yamamoto, are you listening?"

A quick hand snatches the cigarette which is awkwardly handing from Gokudera's mouth. Suddenly, there's a strong arm around his shoulders. Since the baseball fan could manage to get him this close, he doesn't want to risk anything and doesn't intend to let him escape.

Neither of them says anything. There's nothing to say at all in this situation. Yamamoto pulls him in closer and crushes his lips against the Italian's. This makes it serious enough.

"Wasn't that sweeter?" the black haired teen says teasingly, still hugging the shorter boy.

Gokudera only folds his arms, and does his best to hide his red face under his hair from his classmate. "Shut up, idiot," he growls.

But Yamamoto is satisfied with it. He didn't get yelled at, punched nor blown up. That's what he'd call a success. And the more it warms his heart when his lovely Italian classmate kicks his cigarette pack away with his foot.

Maybe he could cure him from that unhealthy addiction…

My first 8059 fic =) any critique or ideas welcome
Btw, it's definitely OC, since I haven't finished the manga yet XD