Title: hidden spots
Characters: Yamamoto, Haru
Word count: 381
Rating: K
Warnings: None.
Prompt: 45—rings
A/N: I actually had a kind of cool idea for this prompt, but it went on and on and has now reached almost 2000 words and it is more Haru-centered than Yamamoto/Haru stuff, so I've decided that after I've finished that, I'm going to post it as a separate OS.
Drop a review, please! :)
– bells
wonderment
"Green," Haru decides, "or maybe yellow? Like—amber? Amber is of course, a lot less expensive than a, say, emerald, but I think it has this … warmth, this easiness that other gemstones don't have."
Sometimes, Yamamoto wonders how he gets in situations.
Never in the way that Tsuna wonders (panicked, a little bit hysterical, with a side-glance to Reborn because, well, mostly these things happen because of Reborn, to be honest), or in that distinguished Squalo-mannor (with a "VOI!" on his lips, sword ready to poke anything and everything, scowling at mostly Xanxus, or, really, anyone of the Varia) but in that curious, not over-interested way of his.
Of course, he'd like to know. It would be interesting to know how. But his life doesn't depend on it and if he will never know, then okay. That's fine too. (It's kind of his philosophy of life, but it's also part of that philosophy that he doesn't know what that exactly entails) (and if that didn't make any sense, well, that's part of his philosophy as well).
There is no real pattern as to what he finds worth to wonder about or not. He didn't question himself when he decided he wanted to play baseball. He didn't wonder why he has always loved chopping vegetables in Oyaji's kitchen.
He didn't wonder why he got himself in this Mafia game that means more than any other game in the world.
But, he wondered why Reborn likes his shoulder so much that he jumps on it every chance he gets. He wondered why he is the Rain Guardian and not, say, the Sun Guardian?
And now, he wonders how he got himself in this situation: where Haru and he walk through the streets of Namimori on a Saturday afternoon, him with his baseball equipment after a long training unit, her in her Midori school uniform—him listening to her talk about engagement and wedding rings.
"And the band? I mean, Platinum is modern right now—but personally, I find gold much more classic. It's variable, too, right? You can choose a rosé gold, or a white gold or yellow gold or—"
Yamamoto nods, listening intently, asking questions here and there, and doesn't wonder one single moment why he doesn't mind Haru's incessant chatter at all.
Oh, dear Yamamoto :) That's because you're in luuurvvvvvvvvv. ;D
Edit: Before I forget it—guys, a few hours ago I got my 100th review on this story! This is so amazing, thanks to all you reviewers out there for that! Also, I actually can't believe that this is the 44th chapter already. I'm so proud of myself, haha.
This begs for celebration cake, right? :D
