A/N: Oh my gosh! Thanks everyone for all of the reviews! They made me extremely happy! Now I feel much more confident in my writing ability =). I also want to thank those that gave me suggestions on how to continue this story. The sentiment was nice but this story has been written up for awhile now and I only need to extensively edit it before I post it. Thanks for the suggestions anyway =).

I'm also glad that someone likes the name Airi as much as I do! I think it's a simple yet beautiful name and I really wanted to use it somewhere, so thanks for the comment Sugar Dawn!

Also, thanks again Yoshi333 for being my most faithful reviewer! I can't wait until you update Project 8059 again, I like where it's going! =P

Please note for this chapter that it's shorter then my other ones because Parts 3 and 4 used to be one chapter. I just thought that Part 3 was too long so I separated it into two parts. Hopefully you guys still enjoy this despite its shortness! Happy reading!

Part 4

He was a full two blocks away before Yamamoto stopped and looked back towards the direction of the store where he left Gokudera, thinking about everything that had transpired between him and the smoking bomber and the words they exchanged. Airi and her friend, who were walking ahead of him at this point and conversing over how much of an inconsiderate bastard Gokudera was, stopped and glanced back when they noticed the taller teen wasn't following anymore.

"Are you ok, Takeshi-kun?" Airi asked in concern, noticing how Yamamoto stared longingly back towards the store they had just left.

Yamamoto couldn't help but flinch at the familiar use of his name when it wasn't coming from the person he wanted to hear it from. He glanced back towards the girls who were waiting for him with looks of concern on their faces.

Instead of answering her question, Yamamoto stated what was on his mind; what had been on his mind the moment he left the laundry mat. "I'm going back." He announced with such clarity and certainty in his voice that anyone would be hard pressed to argue back.

Both girls stared at the young baseball player incredulously.

"What do you mean?" Airi asked in bewilderment, her friend also piping up with, "Why do you want to do that?"

Seemingly unfazed by their questions, Yamamoto responded, "What Gokudera was talking about back there, he didn't mean what he was saying; well, most of it anyway." He added as an afterthought, thinking back on how hurt the other boy had appeared.

"So, you're just going to go back after all the things he said to you?" The girls exclaimed in unison, not understanding why Yamamoto would come up with such a decision.

Yamamoto had to calm himself and try not to look as annoyed as he felt; he just wanted to get back to where Gokudera was; the quicker, the better. He tried to explain as best as he could, truly believing every word he was about to say. "Look, I know Gokudera was saying some bad things back there, but in the end I don't think he really wanted me to go. He usually says the opposite of what he means when he's angry."

The girls stood in silence at that, looking more and more angry and offended with each second that past.

"So, you would rather hang out with that dysfunctional asshole than with people who can actually function normally?" the black-haired girl sneered with contempt. "Wow, that guy has you brainwashed."

Yamamoto looked a little offended at the statement, but before he could reply, Airi offered up her own question.

"Yamamoto-san?" Airi asked hesitantly, catching the surprised looks from her friend and the taller boy as she used his family name again. Her eyes looked sorrowful, but underneath them her two companions could see the determination that she felt as she asked the next question with more certainty. "Gokudera-san means a lot to you, doesn't he?"

Airi's friend looked baffled at what she thought was a random question but Yamamoto was more perceptive, picking up on what Airi was really getting at. He was a little hesitant at admitting it to someone, especially to a person who could hate him in the next second and spread the news around school but Yamamoto felt like Airi wasn't a vindictive person. Going with his gut feeling (it was hardly ever wrong), Yamamoto stared into Airi's eyes with as much certainty and conviction as he felt.

"Yeah, he does."

Airi's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, showing her hurt and sadness at the taller boy's confession. She was silent for a while as she quickly looked away, her friend looking on in worry and confusion and Yamamoto shifting nervously at her actions. Peering back up into Yamamoto's eyes, she gathered her thoughts and said the thing she thought she would never say to her crush.

"Then you should go back to him."

Her words were spoken with such finality that there was no room for argument, even though she knew Yamamoto wouldn't argue with her concerning this matter. The dark-haired athlete looked caught off guard at Airi's words but was soon smiling his trade-mark smile once again.

"Thanks, Airi-chan." He spoke softly, his words filled with gratitude.

"That's Takaki-san to you now." Airi gently quipped with a little humor in her voice.

Yamamoto laughed at the girl's words like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He waved as he walked towards the direction of the laundry mat, giving Airi an apologetic smile as he made his way back to the person he cared about more than any other.

Airi smiled sadly back and waved as well. Why did all the cute boys have to be—

"What the heck just happened?" the black-haired girl shouted in confusion, completely lost on her friend's and her 'supposedly-no-longer-her-boyfriend's' behavior.

Airi felt a headache coming on as she said. "Yamamoto-san doesn't seem to be into me."

And she thankfully left it at that.

Yamamoto was glad that Airi—oh wait, he meant Takaki-san—understood what was going on and was able to let him go without a fuss. Still, that didn't mean he felt any apprehension for what he had to do next.

He had to confront a clearly upset Gokudera.

That's what was bothering Yamamoto the most. He didn't understand why Gokudera was so upset. The taller boy was usually very perceptive on how to read the smaller bomber, but he couldn't help it if the boy was sending him so many mixed messages. One moment the silver-haired teen seemed happy that he was there, the next, he was angry and upset without any transition. The taller teen felt a headache slowly forming but, honestly, when did he not have a headache when it involved Gokudera Hayato? That boy made him think more than he was physically used to.

As he was rubbing his temples to placate his growing headache, Yamamoto caught the shape of a building out of the corner of his eye. It was the ice cream parlor where he had purchased his ice cream earlier. Maybe he could get Gokudera something since he didn't buy him an ice cream beforehand? If anything, it could be a good peace offering. With a new spring in his step, Yamamoto entered the building and walked up to the counter, already knowing what he wanted to buy for the easily-agitated bomber.

"So, you're back for some more ice cream, sir?" the front clerk asked him since he recognized Yamamoto from before. The clerk then quickly added as a joke "Did you forget to buy your girlfriend something and she sent you back?"

The black-haired teen couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Something like that." He answered playfully, liking the sound of the question. Gokudera would probably blow him up along with the surrounding area if he heard him being referred to as his girlfriend.

The clerk laughed good-naturedly in return. "So what will it be then, sir?"

Yamamoto gave the other boy his best smile, his eyes shining with laughter from his own personal joke. "One small Brownie Bomb, please!"

The sudden absence of a certain Vongola rain guardian struck a heavy cord in Gokudera's heart. He was currently sitting on top of his designated washing machine again, his legs crossed with his elbows leaning against them and his hands covering his face. The storm guardian didn't care if he looked pathetic and that everyone in the laundry mat was probably looking at him funny at the moment. He just had too many things to think about, like the sudden realization of his feelings for a certain tall baseball player, who was a boy, might he add.

The young, silver-haired Italian sat in complete confusion, wondering when he had actually started feeling differently about the taller Japanese boy. From the gut feeling he was receiving, Gokudera knew that his feelings didn't happen recently, nor did it happen the moment he first laid eyes on the other boy either. Gokudera clearly remembered his first encounter with the baseball player. He had found the taller boy annoying and almost intolerable because he was so touchy-feely. When had that all changed? Did it change when he had started thinking about the boy as a comrade; as his friend? Maybe his feelings had barely been there at that time, hiding deep underneath the surface, impossible for him to grasp. Gokudera knew when he had started feeling friendship towards Yamamoto but, now that he thought about it more, his friendship with the other boy seemed to mean something more because of how much they both struggled to make it work. Was that because they subconsciously wanted to be closer than just friends?

Gokudera's head was beginning to hurt. He was putting words into the taller boy's mouth now. Yamamoto has always been a friendly and touchy-feely sort of guy so why should Gokudera think that Yamamoto was acting differently around him compared to everyone else? Sure, the boy cooked for him on occasion but that was just him helping a friend out, nothing more. And sure, they had almost shared a…a kiss (Gokudera could feel his face heat up at the thought) but that could have been a mistake on both of their parts. Wasn't it natural to lean towards someone when they were happy or when they stared at each other longer than necessary?

'Or maybe I'm just pulling all of these thoughts out of my ass and confusing myself even more!' the young Italian thought irately, as he gathered his thoughts back together. First off, he knew now that he held feelings for his tall baseball playing friend. Secondly, he knew that he had no idea if the boy in question actually felt the same way back. Thirdly, Yamamoto had a girlfriend now (Gokudera felt inexplicable rage at the very thought). And fourthly, he had just took his frustrations out on the one person he cared the most about (the Tenth was also in that category but for an entirely different reason) and probably hurt not only his chances of being with him but also staying as the other teen's friend.

Gokudera hardly remembered a time he had felt so upset and pissed-off at himself; the death of his beloved Tenth in the future due to his negligence the only thing that came to his mind (even if the whole death thing was set up in the first place, the despair and disappointment he felt during that time still counted). Even though the situations were completely different, the silver-haired teen couldn't stop the feeling of loss that overwhelmed him, like a huge wave was dragging him down into its dark watery depths, tossing him back and forth until he didn't know which way the surface was so he could catch his breath.

When would he stop screwing up his personal life?

Lamenting over is failure as a human being, Gokudera failed to hear the tinkling of the laundry mat bells as the door opened and a tall handsome figure reappeared in the store. It wasn't until he heard his name being called out by a hesitant voice that the Italian removed his hands from his eyes and glimpsed towards the doorway, his eyes widening in surprise at the figure before him.

"Yamamoto…?" The silver-haired boy whispered out in disbelief as he gawked at the rain guardian who was hesitantly making his way towards him. Yamamoto looked almost unsure of himself but Gokudera could see the apology in his hesitant smile and the worry in his vibrant brown eyes.

The dark-haired teen stopped a couple feet away from his smaller friend, not sure if he would actually be welcomed back by the feisty bomber and deciding to keep a safe distance. He focused directly into Gokudera's questioning green eyes as his smaller friend opened his mouth to speak again.

"…Why did you come back?" The Italian bomber asked, barely raising his voice, almost like he feared if he yelled the other boy would leave again. Gokudera didn't understand why Yamamoto would come back after the way he had acted towards him and his…girlfriend…

Yamamoto stared sadly at the quiet boy in front of him. He must have hurt Gokudera badly if the other boy wouldn't even raise his voice towards him like he usually did. "I had to." The taller boy stated solemnly. "I…couldn't just leave after all that. I didn't want you to stay upset with me."

"Heh," Gokudera gave a small sarcastic laugh at the taller boy's comment, his eyes overshadowed with sorrow. As much as he was glad that Yamamoto had come back, that didn't mean it was the right thing to do given the circumstances. "I bet your girlfriend didn't like you coming back here after all those things I said about her and you. You should probably go back." He told the taller boy, even though he wanted nothing more than for him to stay.

Yamamoto didn't expect his silver-haired friend to respond so dejectedly but he trudged on ahead nonetheless. He really wanted, more than anything else, to find out what was bothering the other teen and wipe that despairing look off his face. Seeing the usually fiery and unpredictable teen so depressed made Yamamoto feel depressed as well.

"Well, about that." Yamamoto smiled as he scratched his cheek sheepishly, referring to his supposed 'girlfriend' since they were on that topic. "Takaki-san and I thought it probably wouldn't work out so we went our separate ways. It's funny how things work out in the end, huh?"

Gokudera stiffened in shock, his eyes widening at the news as he gaped openly at the tall athlete in front of him. He wasn't going out with that girl anymore? Yamamoto and her had been an official couple for only a few minutes and they decided to break it off? What kind of sense did that make? That had to be the shortest lived romance he had everheard of!

"Are you freaking joking with me?" Gokudera exclaimed, finally raising his voice and clearly showing his disbelief. "That girl looked so happy at the thought of being your girlfriend, you expect me to believe she decided to dump you the moment you left the store? I'm not fucking stupid!"

Yamamoto was taken aback at the sudden outburst and the hurt in the other boy's eyes. He didn't want Gokudera to misunderstand him so he tried his best to explain without telling the older boy his true feelings; that probably wouldn't go over so well. Bringing his hands up (one still holding the ice cream he had just recently bought) half-way to try and calm the other teen down, Yamamoto began to explain. "After we left, I wanted to come back and apologize for whatever I did to upset you, but Takaki-san didn't like that idea too much. Eventually, we came to an understanding that it wasn't going to work out between us, so we split up and I came back here."

Gokudera eyes narrowed as he tried to scrutinize the dark-haired boy in front of him, seeing if he was really telling the truth. Usually, Yamamoto would never lie to him (that's what Gokudera thought anyway) but he just wanted to really make sure the other girl was out of the picture.

Noticing the other boy's scrutiny, Yamamoto continued speaking, reaffirming what he had just said. Why did Gokudera doubt him? "Really Gokudera, I'm telling the truth. I'm not involved with Takaki-san anymore and, to tell the truth, I wasn't really interested with her too much to begin with. She was really nice and liked baseball but…I couldn't really see myself with her." The taller teen then bowed his head in shame, stricken with guilt by his actions. "I'm an idiot for just up and deciding to be her boyfriend when I didn't really care for her enough in the first place."

Of course the real truth to that was because he wanted someone to distract him from his feelings for Gokudera but the silver-haired teen didn't need to know that.

The young Italian seemed to pick up on the fact that the baseball-idiot wasn't telling him the whole truth but he decided to ignore it and, instead, tried to reiterate why Yamamoto had come back in the first place. "So, you came back…because you didn't want me to stay upset with you?" the older boy murmured softly, stating his words as more of a fact than an actual question.

"Yeah," The Vongola rain guardian added, his eyes softening as he continued to tell the other boy what he had been meaning to say from the beginning. "I also had a promise to keep with you, remember? Didn't I say I would help you carry your laundry back to your apartment?"

Gokudera sighed at that, his head bowed slightly with his hair partially covering his face. It wasn't enough to hide the silver-haired teen's true emotions from Yamamoto though; Gokudera's jade-green eyes brimmed with gratitude and his smile was so soft and affectionate it stole Yamamoto's breath away.

"Yeah," the young Italian murmured fondly, saying his next words with a tenderness he didn't know he possessed as he affirmed the taller boy's question. "You said something stupid like that."

Yamamoto released the breath he didn't know he was holding and laughed ecstatically at his friend's words. Seeing Gokudera smile, even though the other boy had tried to hide it, told him he had been forgiven for whatever he had done in the first place (something told him he probably wouldn't find out what that was; not right away anyways). With a spring back in his step and a 1000-watt smile on his face, Yamamoto sidled up to his secret crush sitting on the washer and presented him with a little present.

"Here." The delighted athlete stated simply as he offered the small cup of ice cream he had purchase for the other boy.

Gokudera was a little startled as the frozen treat was practically shoved enthusiastically into his face (really, Yamamoto had to learn to better control his movements when he was excited). He looked at the small cup of ice cream offered to him with a slight stupefied expression. "Um, what is this for?"

Yamamoto laughed lightheartedly at that. It was such a silly question. "It's for you to eat, of course!"

The young Italian looked a little taken aback by that. He didn't really know what to think. "Why? Why would you—"

"It's because I didn't buy you one beforehand when the girls were here." Yamamoto interrupted, predicting the question and smiling with amusement as he explained further. "I didn't buy you one because you were sleeping and I thought the ice cream would melt before you woke up. I bought it on the way back because I thought it would make you feel better!"

Gokudera blushed a little at that, finally taking the offered ice cream but still not willing to show his gratitude. He wanted to maintain some of his pride at the least. "Idiot, why would ice cream make me feel better?"

Yamamoto smiled knowingly as the bomber looked away from him and tried to hide his feelings. Gokudera could be so cute sometimes. Yamamoto knew it was the bomber's special way of saying 'thank you'.

"Ha ha, ice cream makes everyone feel better!" Yamamoto stated matter-of-factly, watching as Gokudera took an experimental spoonful of the vanilla ice cream with brownie chunks and chocolate syrup into his mouth.

Gokudera swore he had just tasted a bit of heaven.

Trying to hide the unmistakable satisfaction on his face (he didn't want Yamamoto getting a big head for doing something right for once) he stated his next words as calmly as he could, trying to gather information on his delicious frozen treat. "Hmm, it's not bad." He strained out, trying his best to not look too excited. "What's it called anyway?"

Too bad for Gokudera that Yamamoto was super observant whenever it involved him, so the taller boy didn't miss a second of the other boy's exuberant expression that he had tried to hide. Silently laughing at what he was about to tell the silver-haired boy, Yamamoto answered Gokudera's question. "Well, I didn't know what you would like so I went with the ice cream that sounded like something you'd want. It's called a Brownie Bomb!"

Gokudera couldn't stop the snort of laughter that escaped him at the mentioned name. It was funny because he probably would have bought the ice cream just because of the name. He swore Yamamoto knew him too well.

"Brownie Bomb, huh?" he questioned, unable to hide the mirth in his eyes. Gokudera watched as Yamamoto's hazel eyes lit up with happiness at his good mood.

"Ha ha, you like it?" The taller boy asked humorously, the smile never leaving his face as he placed both of his hands on the washer on either side of Gokudera's legs as his body naturally leaned closer to the boy sitting above him. "I was really hoping you would."

Noticing the other boy drawing closer to him, Gokudera couldn't help but wonder if the other teen was doing it on purpose or unconsciously. His thoughts quickly flew out the metaphorical window though, when he realized how close the taller teens face was to his, his light-brown eyes dancing with happiness as he waited for Gokudera to speak.

"Yeah…it's…good…" Gokudera whispered softly, his eyes in a daze as he took the other teen in before him. His voice must have triggered something in the dark-haired teen because Gokudera swore he saw his face drawing closer and he would have been lying to himself if he said he wasn't excited at what would probably happen next. Gokudera was so thankful to Yamamoto for coming back and for caring about him in the first place, even when he knew he didn't deserve the other boy's kindness, that the silver-haired teen couldn't help but slowly close his eyes in anticipation.

Mere inches away from tasting the others' lips, the washing machine decided to divinely intervene again, buzzing obnoxiously and breaking yet another moment between the two boys.

The two guardians jumped in surprise at the loud noise, their faces the perfect description of embarrassment. The teens were lost in an awkward struggle after that, trying to figure out if the other had been moving forward with them or if it had just been their imaginations. Too embarrassed to bring up the subject for fear of even more awkwardness (or worse, rejection), the two teens decided to ignore those thoughts for now and tried to get things back to normal again, while also trying to ignore the freaked out glares they were getting from some of the customers in the process. Without even words having to be said, Gokudera handed Yamamoto his ice cream and went to work unloading his whites from the dryer, a blush still tainting his cheeks as he remembered the second kiss that almost happened. The storm guardian couldn't help but feel irritated at the thought of the interruption.

Gokudera swore that when this was all done, he was going to blow up every freaking washer and dryer in this store for screwing with him.

Too pissed off at the machines for doing him a personal wrong, Gokudera grabbed the whites from the dryer and threw them unceremoniously back into the duffel bag with his darks without folding them. He then proceeded to empty the washing machine of his jeans and placed them in the dryer to dry.

"So, is that it?" Yamamoto asked a little shyly, his cheeks still blushing from recent events as he watched Gokudera bustling back and forth.

Knowing that the taller boy was referring to his laundry, Gokudera sadly shook his head. "No, I still need to wash one more load."

With that, the Italian emptied his second duffel bag of its contents, placing what looked like bed sheets and bath towels into the washer and started it up. Once that was done, Gokudera turned around to meet Yamamoto's eyes, only to notice the other boy was looking distractedly out the window, unconsciously eating Gokudera's ice cream.

There was a short pause as Gokudera stared at the tall oblivious teen unbelievingly.

"What the hell are you doing, baseball-idiot?" The Italian screamed indignantly, breaking the stupefied silence that had almost overtook him. "You're eating my ice cream!"

Jumping in surprise, Yamamoto was shocked to find the other's spoon in his mouth and the taste of chocolate on his tongue. He had no idea he had been doing that!

"Oh geez, I'm sorry Gokudera! I didn't know I was even doing that!" The dark-haired boy apologized profusely, handing the ice cream and spoon back to their designated owner. The tall athlete had been trying to distract himself from almost kissing Gokudera again that his hands acted like they had a mind of their own and busied themselves with whatever they had at hand (no pun intended).

The young Italian looked a little offended as he took his precious ice cream back. "You better have not eaten too much of it, idiot!" He stated grimly as he grabbed another spoonful of his delectable treat and ate it, his irritation slightly relieved by the amazing taste that attacked his taste buds.

Mere seconds after this action, both boys came to realize at the same time that through the spoon that Gokudera had placed back in his mouth, they had both just indirectly shared a kiss; Yamamoto having shared one just prior when he had been subconsciously eating Gokudera's ice cream as well. The two Vongola guardians blushed so hard they put Gokudera's storm flames to shame. They averted their eyes from each other, both embarrassed but secretly happy at this turn of events but not knowing how the other would react. So they continued to look away in silence, Gokudera continuing to eat his ice cream much to Yamamoto's surprise, and Yamamoto trying to come up with a conversation to divert attention elsewhere.

It wasn't long until the two friends put their embarrassing thoughts aside. Yamamoto had thankfully brought up the subject of Tsuna's date with Kyoko. Both relieved at the change of subject, they discussed what they thought Tsuna was doing for the date and how it was going, among many other things with much abandon. Yamamoto was ecstatic that Gokudera was willingly talking with him and enjoying their conversation, while Gokudera was grateful that Yamamoto was there to begin with. Maybe he wouldn't screw up again and get a second chance with the tall rain guardian?

He just didn't know when he would take that chance, if at all.

Sooner than they expected, the timer for the washer and dryer went off again and Gokudera, after throwing away his now empty cup of ice cream, threw his dry jeans into the second duffel bag and placed his linens in the dryer. Happy that they had only one more load to wait for before they could leave this place, the two teens tried to come up with something to do while they waited.

It wasn't long till Gokudera found some abandoned playing cards in the waiting area, a curious Yamamoto behind him looking at the cards expectantly. Feeling uncharacteristically generous at the moment, Gokudera then offered to teach Yamamoto how to play poker; after all, all great Mafioso had to know how to play poker. They would just play for sport and not money (Gokudera was practically flat-ass broke after all).

It wasn't long into the game, after explaining it a couple times to Yamamoto, before Gokudera realized that 1) Yamamoto was a quick learner when he wanted to be, and 2) that Yamamoto had to be extremely lucky for a beginner because Gokudera was losing; badly.

The young Italian's good mood quickly turned sour as he tried to read the Japanese boy's expression, wondering if the boy was bluffing about his cards. The young Italian could never seem to read the taller boy's expressions. He had heard of poker faces (and he thought his own was rather good), but he had never seen someone play a game of poker with a stupid excited smile on their face at every card that was drawn; it threw the young Italian for a loop. He knew it was time to quit when he had chickened out and folded on the last draw and Yamamoto had won with a pair of twos; no one could come back from that with their dignity intact.

Huffing angrily, with Yamamoto laughing good naturedly in the background, Gokudera made his way to the dryer, grateful for the buzzer that had sounded the end of their humiliating game. Quickly throwing his dry linens into the second duffel bag, Gokudera was more than happy to get out of there. Of course, Yamamoto wasn't too far behind in that thought as well, as he made his way over to the relieved Italian, his hand coming out in an offering gesture and his famous smile a forever constant on his face.

With a knowing smirk, Gokudera handed Yamamoto the same duffel bag from before with the heavy laundry soap in it (payback for the horribly humiliating poker game), and made his way to the door, the other duffel bag secured around his shoulders. Yamamoto smiled softly (even when he hefted the twice as heavy bag over his shoulder and winced at the weight) and followed his companion out of the laundry mat, both boys unknowingly cutting off the unlucky old lady who was making her way out of the store as well.

Walking side by side in companionable silence, Gokudera and Yamamoto started the long trek back to Gokudera's apartment, soundly ignoring the rambling curses of an angry old woman they left in their wake.

A/N: Sorry for another authors note, but I just wanted to assure you guys that this isn't the last chapter despite what I made it sound like at the end! There is one more chapter left so I hope you guys look forward to it.

Also, I wanted to apologize to 1712 for not allowing the old woman to exact her revenge on Gokudera lol. I'm glad that you're a fan of her character as much as I am but I felt that her being ignored up until the end would be best lol. If it makes you feel any better, my parents finally let my little sister buy Sims 2 Deluxe for one of our old laptops and I made Yamamoto and Gokudera! I made Gokudera ask Yamamoto out on a date (because I felt that if Yama asked he would be turned down. Dera's such a grump!) and they went to this family restaurant. Everything was going very well and I thought that we could end the date by taking our pictures in a photo booth in the restaurant. When I got into the booth one of the options for Gokudera was to have sex in the booth so who was I to say no lol. So yeah, Yamamoto lost his virginity to Gokudera in a photo booth…at a family restaurant! After they got out of there with Yama looking super happy and Gokudera looking super pompous, this old lady comes out of nowhere and yells at Dera for a moment before she slaps him in the face with her purse for his public indecency! I thought of the little old lady in my story exacting her revenge at that moment and I laughed harder then I have in a long time. So hopefully, you can take this little story as a sign that she finally exacted her revenge on Gokudera ;)