Sighing, Gokudera put the book he had just finished onto the glossy brown table that he was sitting at. He spent hours in this library whenever he could, when he wasn't protecting the tenth or at school you could him here in this exact spot.
Sighing again, he leaned back in the highly uncomfortable chair he would sit in for hours, and that he had already sat in for four hours today and he still had no intention of going home to his lonely apartment. He put up with the aches in his back that the chair gave him because he refused to take these books he read in this chair home with him incase someone found them. The books he came here to read were… romance novels.
Yes he, Gokudera the man who threw bombs at anything that made him uncomfortable, sat in a library reading about romance. And today, as if that wasn't bad enough, he sat there reading a gay romance novel. He had started it by accident but by the time he realized what it was he was already hooked. After finishing it he felt immensely guilty. What would the Tenth do if he found out his right hand man had read a book like that.
Once again he picked up the book and looked at it. It looked fairly new and upon opening it he saw he was most likely the first to read it. There were no due dates to signify that anyone had checked it out before. The book itself was pretty good. It had been a drama about a boy who was about eighteen who had no clue he was gay until he noticed his feelings changing for his friend. The whole book had been about him trying to hide his new crush from his friend so that things didn't become awkward between them, but it was pointless seeing how his friend returned his feelings.
Standing slowly, he began to walk towards where he had gotten the book, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a person on the other side of the bookshelf. He couldn't see the person's face but he had unmistakable spiky black. Fuck.
What was he doing here? He was an idiot and idiots hated libraries right? Gokudera asked himself silently, panicking slightly not that anyone could tell by his pissed off expiration. He stood still as a rabbit waiting to dash at the first sight of danger, waiting to see where Yamamoto would go.
Gokudera's eyes followed the baseball idiot's movements as Yamamoto walked over to the tables and he watched as Yamamoto put his bag down next to a chair. The chair next to where Gokudera's stuff was placed . He saw him glance at his bag and start looking around as if looking for Gokudera.
Gokudera backed up a step and the movement seemed to attract his eyes. As Yamamoto's eyes meet his the lit up with some emotion Gokudera didn't recognize, and to his horror he started walking over to him. And Gokudera was still holding that god damn book.