Title: hidden spots
Character(s): Yamamoto Takeshi, Sawada Tsunayoshi
Word count: 281
Rating: K+
Spoilers: This is set in the TYL-universe, so the war against Millefiore does happen.
Prompt: 60—bright
A/N: I seem to have lost my fluffy hand. Right. I'm trying to regain it. In fact, I hereby promise that the next drabble will be oozing with romance, kitsch and all the other beautiful things. XD
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– bells, less than three
staring at the sun
Takeshi wouldn't have guessed: how it feels to be in love, to want someone as much as he wants Haru.
Loving her, it's like staring into the bright sun. Because the sun is … necessary to survive, because the sun is beautiful. Because it hurts so much to look.
Sometimes, he notices Tsuna noticing how he stares at her, and only then he stops, blinks with burning eyes and dry mouth and want in every limb.
The worst, maybe, is that she knows it. She smiles at him so much, she touches his hand and his temple, she hugs him hello and goodbye and in-between.
This is what blazes: that he knows that she likes him back, so much, and that he knows that they can not be together.
"I know," he says, "I know, I know, I know," until Tsuna puts a hand on his shoulder, in a stopping motion, "I know," he ends, pressing the palm of his hands against his stinging eyes.
"Someday," Tsuna starts but he never continues. He sounds so tired. (Takeshi would never have thought: that war doesn't make you as angry or sad as it makes tired, exhausted, too full with emotions to feel them anymore.)
"She loves me," Takeshi says, and it hurts, more like staring into the sun—it's the truth, and it's destroying him, because she loves him, and god, he loves her, but that doesn't mean a fucking thing if he is going to endanger her. Because loving, in this war against Millefiore, is taking care of your beloved by not loving them.
"Someday," Tsuna sighs and if it wouldn't be Tsuna, he wouldn't believe in it.