1. Yamamoto

Gokudera's first kiss ever was at a party. For some reason, one Gokudera didn't even know himself, he ended up at a party where he and Yamamoto's teammates were celebrating Yamamoto's victory by eating sushi at his father's restaurant. Gokudera had seen the game, Jyuundaime had told him to join, but afterwards, Reborn had dragged Tsuna home for training.

Gokudera at the other hand, had been getting ready to leave, before a very sweaty Yamamoto had ran up to him, and asked to join the party. Gokudera wanted to say no, but was lured by the promise of free sushi, as much he could eat. And who could say no to Yamamoto's father's sushi?

He wasn't even sure what had been good about the game exactly, he got the gist of baseball, because Yamamoto never shut up about the damn sport, but never really got the feeling for it. ''Maa, I am so glad you could come over'' Yamamoto told him, bringing him some weirdly shaped fatty tuna. ''Did you like the game?'' he asked, sitting next to Gokudera, in a booth slightly away from the others.

Gokudera shrugged, ''You did okay.'' he said, and Yamamoto smiled. ''That almost sounded like a compliment, Dera.'' he said, stealing one of his sushi. ''I am glad you joined us for the evening.'' he added. ''I just came for the sushi.'' Gokudera said, and Yamamoto pretended to be stabbed in the heart.

''I made these.'' Yamamoto added, gesturing to the sushi. Gokudera gave him a surprised look. ''I know you like them, and I hope to make them more often for you.'' Yamamoto said, scratching behind his ears. ''For me? Why would you make sushi for me, baseball idiot?'' Gokudera said.

''They are a special recipe.'' and for a minute Gokudera wondered if Yamamoto had been taking classes from Bianchi. ''I ate one too, I think they turned out pretty good.'' Yamamoto said. Gokudera shrugged, before taking one, savoring the flavors. ''You... used pasta instead of rice?'' he asked. ''Home made, it was kinda difficult, but it worked, I think.''

Before Gokudera could reply, a teammate interupted them. ''Yamamoto, Sakura-chan from 1-A has come to the party, she is Senpai's sister, and totally into you. You two should talk. Ooh, sushi.'' Without second thought, he grabbed one of the sushi rolls, and ate it. ''Yegh, that's disgusting.'' he said. Yamamoto seemed pretty dismayed.

''Anyhow, don't waste your time by talking to this deliquent. Come meet her.'' Yamamoto, still a bit peeved, and now giving Gokudera a symphatetic look, worried for a second his teammate was going to get bombed, or at least, face Gokudera's wrath.

But Gokudera seemed completely calm, for once. 'Silence before the storm.' he thought, not knowing quite yet how funny that phrase would become. ''First of all, maybe ask permission for taking someone's food.'' Gokudera told him, in a low voice. The teammate was about to object, ''Second, someone put effort in that dish, and it wasn't disgusting. As in matter of fact, other then needing a pinch of salt, it was very tasteful.''

Yamamoto blinked, was that a second compliment from Gokudera? Mentally he made sure to add the salt next time. ''And he musn't neccaserily meet some girl that has got interest in him, it is his party. He can decide who to talk with.'' Gokudera said, eating another one of his homemade sushi.

''Whatever. Are you coming.?'' the teammate said. Yamamoto shook his head. ''Then I am taking her to you, she's a delight, and you are currently available, right? And for the record, the flavors don't blend together'' he told Gokudera. Yamamoto slowly looked at Gokudera, who seemed getting irritated by the presence of the teammate. ''Not exactly.'' he said, getting a bit closer to Gokudera.

Both Gokudera and the teammate gave him a look. ''Yagyu-baka!'' Gokudera warned him, but before he knew it, Yamamoto's lips were on his. Yamamoto definitely took his time, as Gokudera seemed startled, but not really protesting the current situation. Gokudera's lips were surprisingly soft, and though it was to be expected, he tasted a bit like sushi, cigarette smoke, and mint.

Gokudera at the other hand had frozen upon impact. He knew he could easily push Yamamoto away from him, but, it was kinda nice. He always thought his sister had just been telling stupid tales when kisses were enchanting, but they kinda were. Or least, this first one was.

Yamamoto was in a bliss when Gokudera stopped being a stiff puppet and slightly pushed back with his lips, he'd always dreamed of the moment, and always ended in the same way; Gokudera kicking his ass, and calling him an idiot in every language he knew. When they stopped, the teammate, still standing there in silence. ''After all, Italian and Japanese blend in very well together.'' Yamamto said.