It was obvious he hated him. And it was obvious he'd never get it. It was hate, of course, but that wasn't all…
Gokudera was possessive. If anybody touched anything of his the wrong way or without permission, he'd snap. Take his smokes, he'd bomb you. Take his dynamite, he'd find some other way to ensure you were fucking dead. Touch his tenth, he'd kill you in a heartbeat, even if he had nothing to do it with, he'd find some way to end your life.
Yamamoto was a moron. An idiot over-obsessed with baseball. Gokudera had always been so cold to him, but the moron always smiled. He always smiled. Gokudera had meant every word he'd ever said to him, but every now and then there was a hint that he didn't mean what he'd said in a bad way. And he considered the idiot his. That stupid smile was his, even if it was flashed at everyone else. Every stupid girl that stalked and squealed over his moron, the boy wanted to blow up.
And honestly, he couldn't figure out he could hate someone so much, but feel so protective of them. Feel so… Whatever the word is. The Italian couldn't find the word to save his life. He liked that stupid freak more than he'd admit to anyone, but hated him all the same. That smile was always so warm and inviting. He was so friendly and naïve and simple, without a single fucking care in the world. So nice to everyone, but so fucking stupid.
And so incredibly hot. Not that he'd admit that to anyone either.