Class seemed even duller now that I compared it with my moment in the hallway. I was paying attention even less than normal. Not that I usually paid attention in the first place.
I licked the cut on my lip and tried to remember the feeling of Hibari chewing on it. It had hurt at first, but pleasure had soon taken over. Without realizing it, a smile coated my lips. A greedy smile that begged for more passionate moments.
The smile faded as I thought about it. I wondered what always held me back when it came to Hibari. The moment in the hallway had been sheer impulse but when I actually stopped to think about it, I always hesitated. Was something missing? Was I-?
SLAM
I stared in shock at the textbook that had been slammed onto my desk, next to my feet which were propped up on it. I looked up to see a very, very angry teacher. He looked like he was about to pop a vein.
"Gokudera," he growled through gritted teeth, obviously trying to control his temper. "Were you even paying attention to what I just said?"
Why would I be paying attention to you when I was thinking of a beautiful head-prefect, who was probably in a boring meeting at the moment and just as bored as I was, instead? My glare hit his, mine obviously winning since the teacher started to sweat a bit.
"Were you asking me something?" I growled.
The teacher took a step back and retreated to the blackboard. He slammed a hand on it.
"Answer the question!" He shouted. I sighed. Such an easy question.
"x= 4, y= 3. Slope= ½ and the y-intercept is…"
"Okay, Gokudera, we get it." The teacher sulked in his chair and moved the spotlight to another student.
I smirked and went back to my thoughts of Hibari.
"Would you stop staring at me, baseball idiot? It's getting really annoying!" I snapped as we walked through the halls to our next class. This year, the register had split the Tenth from me and Yamamoto for the first time ever. It was annoying for many reasons, but mainly today because I just knew Yamamoto was going to start asking me about Hibari. I wasn't mistaken.
"So, uh, how long have you and Hibari been… together?" He asked, averting his gaze to the floor. He was either avoiding eye contact or following my previous command. I highly doubted the latter.
I didn't answer the question since I didn't really know myself. How long have we been together? And was it even appropriate to consider us "together"?
"If it bugs you, you don't have to be polite," I said. Why not hit the nail on the head? That was probably the reason he'd started this stupid conversation in the first place.
He looked over at me and I once again wished he wasn't so tall. Hibari's size was perfect; we were almost the same height and he wasn't towering over me.
"It doesn't bug me. I'm just… shocked."
"Uh huh." Sure. I'll buy that excuse.
"I'm telling the truth, Gokudera!" Did his eyes just narrow? No, that's not possible. That's too un-Yamamoto like. "I wouldn't lie to you!"
"Whatever. It's not like it's any of your business anyway!"
I stalked away, annoyed at the stupid conversation. Annoyed at his height. Annoyed that I couldn't even admit I was going out with Hibari. Annoyed that I didn't believe it.
"Gokudera."
Someone shook my shoulder which arose me from my slumber.
"Go away, Hibari," I mumbled, still half-asleep. I had been having a wonderful dream about my prefect that consisted of moments that I probably shouldn't tell anyone about. Not that I'd ever have the guts to do those things anyway. My eyes started closing again.
"Gokudera." My shoulder was shaken harder. "Gokudera, I'm not Hibari."
I was fully awake now. And annoyed as hell. Not only had someone interrupted my dream about Hibari and disturbed my greatly needed sleep, but that someone was the stupid baseball idiot.
"What the hell do you want?" I growled. He stopped shaking my shoulder and pointed out the door.
"School's over. Let's go, Tsuna's waiting for us."
Well, if it was for the Tenth.
I stood up, grabbed my bag, and followed the baseball idiot out the door.
"Tired?" Yamamoto asked, sending me a grin that, now that I thought about it, I haven't seen for awhile. Have I been shutting him out? Even if he was annoying, he was still my friend. A very hard to admit it, friend. But I had more pressing thoughts on my mind. Such as my prefect.
"Haven't slept well lately," I yawned and then stretched. I felt the muscles in my shoulders pop and then relief as I put my arms down.
"What've you been doing late at night?" He asked, teasingly.
"None of your business," I replied. He raised an eyebrow and I knew he knew that I was talking about my dreams of Hibari.
"Well, if you need to talk to someone, I'm here."
I left the conversation at that, since I didn't really know what to say.
We continued walking until we met up with the Tenth. Then we all exited the building together.
And that's when my gaze locked with Hibari's.
(A/N) There's the second chapter! The plot reaches its climax in the next chapter; told by Hibari. Gokudera and Hibari finally face what's been troubling their relationship.
