Title: Nicotine and Kisses
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Gokudera/Yamamoto My ukes always go first.
Disclaimer: I do not own this fabulous series, or any of the characters. Just this plot I made. If I did… it wouldn't even be released to any young audience. Fufufu...
Warning: Contains very light yaoi and swearing. Do not read unless you like this pairing. ;D
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Gokudera began fidgeting in his chair, trying to pay attention to the lecture given in class. But alas, it was no use for him. Sweat began forming on his forehead and he developed a small twitch under his right eye. Tsuna glanced over in his direction and saw Gokudera in his sickly condition. "What's…. wrong with Gokudera?" mumbled Tsuna, turning his attention back to the front of the classroom.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…" groaned Gokudera mentally, "It's that damn baseball freak's fault!" He couldn't take it anymore and let his head fall onto the desk with a light thud.
"Why do these things happen to me?"
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"Hey… Gokudera?"
The gray-haired male nudged his head up enough to look at Tsuna, sitting next to him.
"Is… class over?" asked the weak Gokudera, turning his head back to being against the wooden desk top.
"Yeah. Are you sick? You've been acting weird these past few days."
"I'm more than sick. I'm deprived!! Damn Yamamoto, the damn baseball freak!!"
"… Now what about baseball?"
Gokudera and Tsuna turned to their right to find said baseball freak showing up with his signature smile.
"Ah, Yamamoto! Gokudera is—"
"Pissed. At a certain dark-haired sports maniac."
Yamamoto gave an innocent blink of confusion, "Who, me? Was it about the advice I gave you before?"
Gokudera's face grew into a bright blush after he said that, reminding him of what occurred to lead him into such a state.
--Flashback--
Yamamoto just splurted it out bluntly, like he wasn't even thinking at all
"You should quit smoking."
It almost sent the Smoking Bomb into a choking frenzy when he spat out his soda.
"W-w-why should I quit smoking?!" he demanded, wiping the Coke from his lips, "There better be a good damn reason."
"Well, for one thing," started Yamamoto, "it can improve your health (unless that's too late). Oh, and it'd actually prevent second-hand smoke from affecting your friends."
"The only person I care for right now is the 10th. Whatever happens to you..." Gokudera lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before blowing it into the sword wielder's face, "I could care less."
Before he could even take another whiff of the cancer stick, he was pinned up against a wall.
"The hell are you doing?!"
"Just a little experiment." replied Yamamoto before leaning in and meeting his lips with Gokudera's.
He squirmed around a bit, trying to get away from the grip. After seeing he couldn't make him let go, he began to examine how the kiss felt.
Soft, yet, it was warm and moist. Also, it felt gentle and comforting.
After a few more seconds, Yamamoto pulled back, letting Gokudera breathe again.
"What was that…?!" He looked back up at the taller boy, a light red tinting his cheeks.
"Another reason why you should quit: Your mouth doesn't taste good when it's like smoke." He gave a chuckle and held up Gokudera's forgotten cigarette.
"H-Hey!!"
--Present Day--
"So… that's the reason why you quit smoking?" asked a rather shocked Tsuna.
"Noooo. He just keeps doing that whenever I even look at anything that looks like a cig."
During a brief awkward moment of silence, Yamamoto asked a quite random question right out of the blue:
"Gokudera, can I consider this us going out now?"
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Kym's Comments: Drabbles by me are rather crappy but I tried. It didn't turn out like I wanted it to, but still on writer's block. Expect more from me in the near or very distant future! -runs off to read Bleach-