This is dedicated to a very special friend of mine! Hun, I really hope you like this. You have no idea how insanely weird it was to write for me. XD Merry Christmas, Kat!

Secret Santa to the EXTREME

Secret Santa – a joyous little 'tradition' that many people participated in. It was meant to be a wonderful little exchange of gifts between friends, choosing names out of a hat at random.

Gokudera had hoped and prayed to whatever God was listening to him (seeing as he wasn't particularly convinced there was such a thing) that he would draw Juudaime's name. Sadly, whatever God had actually bothered to listen to him had decided he wasn't worthy enough (for it couldn't have been anything else) to give something to Tsuna, for he drew...

"Buon Natale(1), lawn head." Gokudera thrust the wrapped gift into Ryouhei's arms. The boxer let out a shout of joy, shooting out a hand to grab Gokudera's collar and bring him into a crushing hug against his firm chest.

"I guess I was wrong about you, octopus-head!" Ryouhei shouted. Gokudera cringed away, uncomfortable from such close contact with the crazed boxer. "This present must be extreme!"

Gokudera drew in a breath of relief as Ryouhei released him to tear open the box. He jumped as a scream of delight erupted from the boxer.

"New gloves! How did you know!?" He was once again pulled into a crushing hug. Gokudera swore he could feel his ribs crack beneath the grip. "L-Lucky guess..." He managed to wheeze in response.

"I extremely thank you, octopus-head!" Ryouhei's grip seemed to have gotten tighter. Gokudera wondered if it was possible to die in this position.

The grip about him suddenly went lax. He gasped for air, grateful for the relaxed grip, even if Ryouhei had yet to release him. "What is wrong with you, lawn head-"

"Mistletoe."

Gokudera stiffened immediately. Oh, hell, no... "Don't you even DARE – !" He was silenced by a pair of eager lips pressing against his. Time stood absolutely still, and Gokudera wasn't sure if he was supposed to be feeling as though his stomach was filled with butterflies. Perhaps it was Haru's cooking that had done it...

Ryouhei's lips lifted from his, a tingling left in their wake. "Merry Christmas, Gokudera." And the boxer was gone, leaving Gokudera stunned where he stood.

Sometimes, the stupid lawn head wasn't such a...freak, Gokudera decided.

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(1) – If you couldn't guess, it's Merry Christmas in Italian... At least, the translator I used said so. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

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