A/N: This is just a little something I wrote during English and Math class to entertain myself. R+R please. If anyone asks, I'll do a second chapter, a letter Gokudera writes back.

As always, thanks for reading.
~Miria

The morning of September 29th, Gokudera awoke to the sun streaming through the blinds of his small apartment. He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. No activities today, including the life-or death battles he had grown accustomed to. He was already up however, so why not leave the house early. He was sure to find something to do.

He stepped out of his small bedroom into the kitchen, when he noticed a small envelope stuffed under his apartment door.
'To Hayato'
The name on the front was written in blue pen and scrawled in messy handwriting that Gokudera immediately recognized.
Yamamoto.

Even though the handwriting clearly belonged to the baseball idiot, Gokudera found himself catious to open it. He had known Reborn and the others too long to be completely trusting.

He opened it to find a letter. No bombs, no freaky-looking talisman, just a simple letter.

'Gokudera,
before you leave for your day, I just wanted to give you this. Hopefully it will get your day off to a good start.

Nineteen reasons I love you.'

Gokudera couldn't help but balk a little at the title. Sure, he was interested in Yamamoto, and somewhat in a relationship with the rain guardian. But to see it so bluntly, so early in the morning threw him off slightly.

'I love the way you look at me when you think no one else is looking.

I love the way you look at me when you could swear even I wasn't looking.

I love the way you look in your glasses. If you didn't like the fact that it turned me on, like you always say, you'd stop wearing them.

The way you look in anything, really.

I love the little moan you try to keep in when we're making out on my bed. It's as if you don't want me to know you're enjoying it. But Gokudera, the fault in your thinking is that if you didn't like it, you wouldn't keep letting me do it. Even I know that.

I love your hair, it looks very soft to the touch.'

At this, Gokudera couldn't help but roll his eyes. Fucking idiot.

'I loved it when you finally let me touch it.'

Despite everything, Gokudera smiled slightly, and went back to reading.

'I love the way you act like you're always in control, even when you're not.

I love your little competitive streak, and they way you say you can beat me at anything. However, it was foolish to say you could even beat me at baseball.
I loved it when that contest turned into a lesson.
I loved it when that lesson turned into more, but I won't write anything else about that, because I'm sure you remember.

I love it when you try to teach me things in subjects I'm bad at. You know there are some methods of teaching I get though, and you know that. So just use those a bit more, and we'll both be happy.

I love it when you pretend you don't care, but you do. Why else would you get insanely, visibly jealous when I so much as SPEAK to Haru?

I love the little blush you get on your face when I whisper in your ear.

I love it when you take control.

I love it when you let me take control.

I love it when you just sit on the school roof with me.

I love the way you want nothing more than to protect Tsuna and the family.

I love the way you fight, but I wish you would stop risking your life.

What you don't see, Hayato, is that there are people that care about you. Tsuna, Haru, Ryohei, Your sister, Lambo (However hard it is to see.) Kyoko, Dino. Even people like Hibari and Mukuro would risk their lives for you when it came down to it.

And then there's me.

Gokudera, there's no simpler way to put this. I love you. for all the above reasons and more, I really do. I love you for who you are, and that includes your flaws.

And no matter what, I always will.'