a/n: I'm not disclaiming again, if you're reading this chapter, chances are you read the last one, and thats cool.
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Yamagoku continued to hold his head in pain. How could he have done such a thing? Overwhelmed in the moment, perhaps, or just so much in love that words being strung in a line by Gokudera had poisoned him, he supposed. He wouldn't be forgiven. Surely Gokudera wouldn't tell anyone, he was much too stubborn.
Surely he wouldn't.
But he wouldn't blame him if he did.
He tried to smile just for Gokudera. It didn't work, as Gokudera never noticed - Yamamoto did smile a lot. Yamamoto never minded when Gokudera leaned on him for support. He didn't mind when he spoke harshly on him, for he took it as in Gokudera really cared about him. And when Gokudera praised him, it took on a whole new level for Yamamoto. He cherished every time, keeping it with him, making his heart skip a beat, feeling warm.
He loved it when they laughed together, and Yamamoto would always watch Gokudera, always worried if something terrible happened to him.
Always worried if something terrible happened to him.
Which he just did.
"Mornin' tenth!" Gokudera offered, smiling, cigarette hanging off of his lips. "Morning, Gokudera..." Tsuna sighed, realizing it already would be a strange day.
"Yo, Tsuna, Gokuder...a..." Yamamoto slipped, the words sliding out of his mouth. Of course, Gokudera didn't even consider meeting up with Yamamoto to walk to school with him.
"Morning, Yamamoto!" Tsuna replied. Gokudera looked at Yamamoto from the corner of his eye. He looked away, noticing Yamamoto was looking in a pathetic concerned way. "Hn." He responded, walking to his desk, in a clumsy sort of manner.
"Of course he wouldn't forgive me..." He muttered, not smiling at all. In fact, Yamamoto had trouble smiling at all.
The days passing had been treacherous. Gokudera refused to speak to the taller black-haired boy, even if he did sit with him at lunch -- he wasn't about to let Tsuna be alone with him.
Gokudera started to feel sick. He started staying home, instead of going to school. He knew the stuff anyways, and he didn't need the annoyance of the fans of his, nor to see the face of a certain someone.
Yamamoto would stare at the unoccupied desk. It was cold, distant. Tsuna started wondering where he had been. Of course, Gokudera wouldn't dare miss a training session - ones that Yamamoto was not involved in, private ones with Reborn.
It was quiet at Gokudera's house.
He had time to contemplate. Him and his cigarettes.