"And we'll never grow old again…"
The two of you walked to school together, side by side, like you always did every Wednesday morning. Why Wednesday? It was the only day Gokudera and Tsuna were chased to school by Reborn an hour before the building was even open, for some Spartan training, as Reborn lovingly called it.
Yamamoto liked the other two guys, and the spunky baby, too. After all, they were all his friends. They were practically his family. He would do anything for them. But he really treasured Wednesday mornings. Because he got to walk with you and you alone.
"Whoa!" You let out a shriek. Yamamoto snapped out of his thoughts long enough to watch you whip your arms around like windmills, balancing dangerously on one leg as you almost lost your footing. You quickly righted yourself and then let out a loud exhale. "Whew, that was close!"
"Careful there, (y/n)," he said. "You wouldn't want to fall off the ledge and scrape your pretty face, now, would you?"
"Thanks," you replied, and you did that cute blushing thing where your face turned all pink. It got him every single time.
Then you went right back to walking with your arms out on either side, humming a pop tune underneath your breath. Yamamoto kept pace with you, his long legs having no difficulty as the two of you just walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
He liked Wednesday mornings best because he got to walk by your side and admire you when you weren't looking. You seemed to be so much younger as you teetered slightly on the ledge, dressed in your Namimori schoolgirl outfit. The simple white blouse and plaid skirt made a striking combination when on your body and Yamamoto itched to run his fingers over the material, knowing exactly how it would feel and not caring—
Whatever sadness had been on your face earlier was now gone and you looked completely at ease. This was the (y/n) he knew the best, and this was the (y/n) that he liked, the one that made his heart pound and his throat dry every time those (e/c) irises focused upon him.
"Oh, look! A dandelion!" You paused in mid-stride and bent down swiftly, reaching to pluck the fluffy weed from where it grew alongside the ledge. Your skirt was much too short for you to be bending down and Yamamoto was almost annoyed when your skirt didn't ride up all the way, depriving him of a delicious sight of your panties and thighs.
You turned to face him, the dandelion held delicately between your fingers. "If I make a wish, and then blow on it, do you think my wish will come true?"
"There's that," he said, "and you could also be spreading its seeds and even more dandelions will grow."
"That's good! Then I can keep on making wishes!"
"Ahahaha."
You closed your eyes and brought the dandelion close to your face so that you could whisper your wish into its fluffy seeds. Yamamoto didn't have to hear you to guess what you wished for. Guilt pricked his gut—just because everything was fine now didn't mean it would stay that way.
Gently, you blew air out and the seeds dispersed, sailing through the air in different directions.
"I hope it comes true," you murmured softly. "That would be nice."
Yamamoto made sure to keep his expression light and he held out his hand to you. You took it, and he helped you down from the ledge, and you both walked side by side all the way to Namimori.