Day 3: Tuesday

Thank you Skeeterpillar for the date suggestion. I feel so quick with these lol. Anyways, here's some more Seven Days To Fall In Love, complete with fanservice.

"Hey Gokudera, lets go on a date!"

"No."

"But Gokudera-"

"NO."

"Bu-"

"N.O."

"Gokudera!"

Gokudera turned in shock at hearing the normally cheerful Rain Guardian turn completely serious. His face was ceased into a frown.

"Gokudera, you said you would be my boyfriend for a week in exchange for me not interacting with you apart from Family business. You need to fulfill your end of the bargain. Which includes going on dates. I only have another five days including today; I don't want to waste them."

Gokudera was feeling quite chastised. It was true, he did have an end of the bargain to fulfill. And didn't he think that those who cheated out of promises were scum? He didn't want to be scum. That was for people who lied and tried to hurt people like the Tenth or Yamamoto…

Wait, why did Yamamoto come to mind while I was thinking about people I cared about?

"So Gokudera, we're going to go on a date okay?"

"…Fine. I need some clothes though, I only brought one shirt and one pair of jeans, and those are dirty after yesterday."

"Um…" Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously. "I don't think I can lend you any of mine…"

"They shouldn't be too big on me." Gokudera stubbornly insisted, going over to Yamamoto's closet and pulling out a shirt at random, throwing it over his head.

Yamamoto couldn't exactly restart his heart at the sight of Gokudera trying on his clothing. Then he couldn't exactly stop laughing at the other's facial expression.

The shirt that Gokudera had thrown on was two sizes too large for the smaller teen. He looked like he was swimming in light blue fabric, and his face was a cross between bewildered and pissed off.

"Are you finished?" He looked crossly at the baseball player, who was clutching his sides from laughter, tears streaming down his face. He pulled the shirt off of him and threw it at the gasping teen.

Yamamoto could barely breathe, and Gokudera was becoming even more pissed off. "Oh come on, it wasn't that fucking funny…"

"I'm sorry." Yamamoto gasped out, trying to compose himself.

"Well when you're done, we need to go shopping. I need more clothes, cause I can't exactly return to my apartment now can I? And the sooner we get me some clothes, the sooner we can…" he took a deep breath to force out the next words. "…go on a date."

That helped subside Yamamoto's laughter, and the two headed out with waves of goodbye for Yamamoto's father.

While they were shopping (Yamamoto picking up clothing for Gokudera that was instantly rejected- Gokudera did have his preferences for clothing after all), Gokudera couldn't help sneaking peeks at the baseball player. He studied Yamamoto; he never really had before. He noted the way his tousled hair curved upwards, and thought about how it was the result of sweat and not drying his hair properly, not mousse and hair gel (which so many of his fangirls believed was the case). He examined his big brown eyes, currently filled with laughter, that could just as easily turn into murderous orbs, as he had witness when Daemon Spade had attacked Kaoru. The curve of his cheekbones, the lines of his big hands, Gokudera was analyzing the baseball player the same way he would a math problem.

Why am I finding it harder and harder to look away from him?

Gokudera purchased his new clothing with a credit card and collected the bags, waving a halfhearted thanks at the clerk who had helped him.

The pair walked back to Yamamoto's house (Yamamoto insisting on carrying the bags of clothing) to drop them off.

"So Yakuubaka, where are we going on this…date?"

Yamamoto pulled Gokudera into a tight hug. "Please call me Yamamoto this week, okay?" he breathed into the other's ear. Gokudera couldn't quite repress the shivers that ran down his spine.

"Fine, Yamamoto. Where are we going?"

"Surprise~ "

"Fuck you."

"Do you really want-"

"NO! Get your mind out of the gutter!"

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"Yamamoto, can I look now?"

"Not yet~"

"I can smell gunpowder."

"It's okay."

"I can hear bullets being fired. Where the fuck are you taking me?"

Yamamoto removed the blindfold from around Gokudera's face. Gokudera looked around in surprise.

Yamamoto had brought him to a firing range.

"Yamamoto… why here?"

"Well, at first I thought a baseball game, but then I realized you would probably hit me and refuse to go. Then I remembered that you like dynamite, so I thought some fireworks! But then there weren't any… so I thought you might like a firing range, you know, to just shoot some guns? But we only have two hours here, cause there's a movie I wanna take you to and we have to get to the theater."

Gokudera nodded, already eyeing the pistols.

Yamamoto laughed and handed Gokudera a pair of safety glasses and headphones, sliding his own onto his head.

Gokudera slid the glasses on, but tossed the headphones to the ground. "I don't need those."

He grabbed a pistol and liked how it felt in his hands. Yamamoto grabbed one too, but he frowned.

"These aren't comfortable…"

"That's cause you're used to swords idiot. Come on, let's see who can get the most correct shots on that paper person." His green eyes twinkled with excitement at the coming competition. Yamamoto thought he looked so cute he couldn't help but place a soft kiss on the Italian's cheek.

Gokudera's face flushed a deep red.

"Careful with that, I have a gun and I just might decide to shoot you with it."

The two fired off their guns, shooting the paper targets. Gokudera had the accuracy of someone who had been around guns his whole life. Yamamoto was trying to figure out that you could only press the trigger once then would have to cock the gun again; he was trying to shoot the gun multiple times without cocking it.

Gokudera glanced over at Yamamoto, not hearing the gunshots from his gun. He sighed with exasperation.

"You idiot. You have to cock the gun again. Here." He reached over to Yamamoto's pistol, cocking it for him. He felt a small tingling sensation on his skin where his hands brushed Yamamoto's.

"Oohhhh…. Okay!" Yamamoto smiled his trademark grin, shooting the target again until his bullets ran out.

Gokudera had of course, won their competition. Yamamoto had only hit the target four times, while all of Gokudera's shots had found their mark.

The two continued, Yamamoto getting better and better as time went on, until their two hours were up. They returned their guns and safety equipment and walked out of the range towards the movie theater.

Yamamoto sat in his seat next to Gokudera watching the movie, unsure if he should try and grab the other's hand or not. His eyes were glued on the movie screen, but he wasn't paying attention to what was going on.

He looked down in surprise as he felt a weight hit his shoulder; Gokudera had fallen asleep. He was breathing softly against Yamamoto's shirt.

The pictures on the screen continued to change, but Yamamoto had already completely forgotten what the movie was about.

His eyes closed as well, and they drifted off to sleep using each other as a pillow.

If you've read Seven Days, you know what's coming on Wednesday, so I'm not spoiling it for the rest of you :) If you've read it, enjoy the next chapter~

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