It's Always the Ones With Frog Hats
Summary. Gokudera stared at the illusionist's permanently blank face. Had the other just-? F59, one-shot.
Disclaimer. KHR! belongs to Akira Amano.
Warnings. BL, shounen-ai.
A/N. bored one day. this came out. i like them separately so, why not? also, using the line separations since my original ones don't appear anymore. teartear.
"I like you,"
Gokudera looked up, eyes wide.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I like you," the other repeated, monotone.
Green eyes blinked. He considered pinching himself, but decided against it.
"Ah," he said.
"Good then," and the illusionist headed out the door, done with the mission report.
The next time Gokudera saw the other, he noted how the new Varia member's gaze strayed on his figure often. For all his genius, the explosives expert had failed to notice it before. A brief pink colored his cheeks, before he busied himself with a wine glass.
He failed to see the other's small upward twitching of lips.
Gokudera decided to attribute the dreams to the confession and the other's illusions. Or maybe it was Mukuro's way of aiding his young apprentice in his love conquest.
Gokudera decided he didn't want to know, turned around on his bed, and cursed Mukuro. He thought he heard his signature laugh sometime during his mind rant.
"Flowers," the other deadpanned, staring at the lilies before him.
"Ah, yes, well…I thought they were, um, nice," Gokudera loosened his shirt a little and was it just him, or was it getting hot in the room?
"They are,"
"Right,"
Fran left the office after giving his report, lilies in hand.
Tsuna was surprised when he received a note from Xanxus asking for a meeting. He gave it, curious as to the other's intent.
When the elder man entered, booze in hand and prancing as if he owned the place, Tsuna had to reconsider his decision.
"So, my trash is interested in your trash, and he wants your approval,"
Blink.
"…what?"
Glare.
"Don't make me repeat myself, brat,"
Shiver.
"O-okay…um, sure?"
Nod.
"Good,"
And just like that, Xanxus stood up, all leather and muscle and Tsuna stop staring, it's rude and walked out. He paused at the door, turned back with a smirk and a wink, as a piece of paper fell on the ground.
Tsuna is proud to say he waited all of three seconds before diving for the paper.
"Look, are you sure this is fine? I've got work to do, and-"
"It's fine, Gokudera-san, I asked for approval,"
"But I didn't ask the Tenth for-"
"I did that too,"
"Oh,"
Gokudera, thankfully, was out of excuses. He allowed himself to be dragged around the city by the younger boy.
Suddenly, out of the blue, Fran said,
"It was the fight with Bel-sempai,"
Gokudera blinked.
"Wha-"
"It's what made me like you, a saw a video,"
"…oh," damn did Gokudera hate his pale complexion.
"I can wait some time, you know?" Fran stated, not looking at him. Gokudera frowned, also looking away.
"I…I guess I'd like that,"
The two did not go back that night, and instead spent it out in the town. They came back in a disheveled state in the morning, Gokudera apologizing profusely and Fran with a surprisingly content expression.
"I take it all went well, then?"
"Yes, thank you very much, Master Mukuro,"
"Kufufu, no need to thank me, my little apprentice, much of it he did himself: dreams are manifestations of the subconscious, after all,"
A/N. I cannot write Gokudera to save my life OTL
Sorry about that. Um. Strange pairing it strange, but I demand moar of it! Also, yay for short-ness! Oh, and X27, of course.