"I worry about the wind, and you worry about the rain. Yes, I worry about the wind, but that rain kept getting in your eyes…"
You were walking home by yourself, balancing on the ledges of the wall, when you saw a familiar person up ahead. He wore a Namimori uniform and there chains hanging down from the pocket of his jeans and you didn't even hesitate as you leapt down from the ledge and ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck.
"Gokudera-kun!" you chirped happily.
The said male jumped about twenty feet in the air, flailing his arms about wildly to defend his unknown attacker. He whipped his head around and you got a mouthful of his silver hair. "Shit, (y/n)!" he yelled. "Don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry, sorry." You didn't let go of him, though; after all, it wasn't every day one got to hug Gokudera Hayato unless one happened to be Tsuna.
Gokudera turned bright red. "Would you get offa me, please?" he demanded and you held onto him for a few more seconds before letting go.
"Jeez," he muttered, dragging his fingers through his hair. "Why do you have to always sneak up on me?"
"Because I love you, Gokudera-kun!" To prove it, you blew him a kiss and he only shook his head, a smile roughly forming on his lips. "No, really," you said, "I just act otherwise. But I really do love you; you're much too sexy for your own good! Oh, me oh my, won't you strip?"
He spent a few moments trying to reclaim that calm composure he'd had before you jumped him and you decided that falling into step beside him would be nice, even though he wasn't the world's greatest company. His strides were much longer than yours and initially, you'd had a hard time keeping up with him but he noticed and slowed down for you.
In an attempt to get a conversation going, you said, "So, what's cooking?" And as he mulled the question over in his mind, trying to remember if it literally meant what was cooking, you hooked your arm with his. "Oh, and by the way, your hair tastes like cinnamon."
"Thanks." He frowned.
You and Gokudera weren't the best of friends but you had a sweet spot for the rough-and-rumble silverette. He had a nice personality to him once one got to know him, and sure, you didn't know him that well, but in a way he'd opened up to you. Or so you liked to think.
So he didn't shake your arm off but he did light a cigarette using his other hand, and as he raised it to his mouth, he finally replied with, "Nothing…unless Bianchi is cooking something poisonous again. Then I'm not so certain. Damn that woman, she's such a freak."
You giggled. "Cool." The scent of smoke drifted to your nose but the slight breeze in the air was enough to snatch it away. "Where's Tsuna? Don't you usually walk with him?"
"Yeah, but Mr. Reborn got to him before I could." Gokudera took a long drag on the cigarette and blew out a perfect smoke ring. "He said something about Tenth needing to become a man, so I just wandered around the school. But, if you ask me, Tenth is already the manliest man among men!"
"Gosh, Gokudera-kun, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you have the hots for Tsuna."
He gave you a look, furrowing his brows down over his silver-green eyes. "What nonsense are you spouting now, (y/n)?"
You responded with a brilliant smile that had his cheeks turning pink again. "Never mind, I take it back. Although a relationship between the two of you would be nice."
When you cackled, Gokudera sighed loudly. "I swear, sometimes you're so like that baseball freak," he commented. After a moment in which he sucked on the end of his cigarette, he turned to you and asked, "Where is that baseball freak? I thought the two of you guys always walked together."
"Well, yeah, but…" You went silent. Yamamoto had practice today but he'd told you he would meet you in the library once it was over. So you had gone to the library and hung out there for an hour and a half, and you had managed to finish all of your homework…but Yamamoto never showed up. And Yamamoto always kept his promises. You couldn't ever remember a time where he had broken one.
You went to the diamond afterwards to see if he was there but it was empty. There had been a strange trail of reddish-copper liquid in the grass, however, and a small puddle of it by home base. Someone had gotten hit by a baseball again, it seemed.
You quickly gave Gokudera a recap of why Yamamoto wasn't with you. Gokudera listened quietly for most of it, and then he said, "Maybe he forgot. He gets all caught up in that damn sport of his, ya know."
"Yama-kun wouldn't forget a promise," you started, and then you swallowed your words. Maybe he did forget. It wasn't a big deal, though; it was just a simple matter of misplacing information…
"Yeah, you're right," you said instead.
Gokudera examined you. "Don't feel too bad about it, (y/n), he's a bastard," he said, in a rare attempt to cheer your up.
"Mmm…" You would just have to ask Yamamoto once you got to his house. Pushing it off to the far corners of your mind, you faced the bomber and said, "Care to join me for a smoothie or something? I'm starving…"
"I hate smoothies," he quickly replied, and then followed it up with, "But I can buy you one, as long as it doesn't cost too much."
"I'll pay you back, thanks." You dragged him off to the nearest smoothie shop.