Gokudera groaned as he was woken up from sleep, only to find his cat sitting on his chest, loyally waiting for his master's consciousness to burst through. Gokudera chuckled and pushed him away, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face. His groin still hurt from the night before, and he was still trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He had been assertive, and didn't take no for an answer. And Yamamoto had kneed him? Whoa.

The little white cat with an orange stripe jumped on to Gokudera's bed and rubbed his head against Gokudera's arm, purring and signaling that it was time to get up. Gokudera got up and grabbed a shirt, slipping it on and walking over to his kitchen, which wasn't really that far away. Anyone that attended Namimori University had a small loft style apartment on campus for they're first year.

"Gokudera! Quiet down!"

And a roommate. Gokudera sighed and set the bowl he had been filling on the floor and watching as Uri went right between his legs to relieve his aching and loudly growling stomach. He glanced at the clock and realizing he had school in about an hour, and he needed to be ready.

He walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way, shut the door and pressed the lock. He wouldn't have Hibari walking in on his in the shower again. The first week too.

Knock! "Gokudera, I need to use the restroom!"

Gokudera chuckled and put on a sing-song voice. "If ya' needed to pee so bad, why didn't ya' get up earlier." There was frustration and another loud knock from the other side of the door, actually coming without any added noise, as if the knock itself relayed a good enough message, to which Gokudera just laughed.

"Fer now, there's an empty Coke bottle in my room. Use that, and then dump it out somewhere."

"Gokudera! I'll have you reported!"

"Fer what? Holdin' up your bladder? Stealing your "mornin' relief"?"

Hibari sighed and knocked his head against the door in defeat. There we go. "Fine, but just hurry up, okay?"

"It would be a lot quicker if ya'd shut up!" Gokudera practically yelled over the now running water of the small shower they're school had given to them.

Hibari walked away quite loudly to his bedroom, slamming the door and getting a chuckle out of Gokudera in response. So easy to get him going.

At school, Gokudera quickly went to his first class of the second semester, Pyrotechnics. The class was generally filled with loud, booming people, hyper and as bipolar as a rainbow. Gokudera quickly took a seat by his best friend from that class, Tsunayoshi Sawada, or Tsuna for short. Everyone knew what would happen if you called him Tsunayoshi. Gokudera had seen many students walking around with cast that were orange, symbolizing that Tsuna had done it. If Tsuna broke something and you didn't get and orange cast, he would keep breaking things until the casts were orange, or until you were dead.

Tsuna was currently stuffing orange powder into a small rocket, preparing it to explode into a multitude of colors when lit. Fireworks were so fun.

" 'ey, Tsuna!" Gokudera said as he took a seat next to his lab partner. He made sure to grab his red lab coat at the door. Never wanted to be hit by chemical powder again, and as careless as he was, it would probably happen. Curse his unstable hands.

"Shh. No talking. I'm almost done." Tsuna said seriously as he closed the bottom of the rocket, screwing it on and sticking in a rod with a wick. He wrapped it in bright orange duct tape, before placing it proudly on the table in front of him,

"So what's up?"

"Ain't she a beauty?" Tsuna was still gazing at his "masterpiece".

"Sure. What. Is. Up?"

"Wonder how she'll fly." Tsuna cocked his head and furrowed his brow, trying to imagine in his head the flight path of the item in front of him. There was no guarantee that it would even fly, though.

"Ugh, you're hopeless." Gokudera spat as he sat down as if on command as the teacher walked in. Mr. Sawada was Tsuna's dad and owner of a fireworks shop in Namimori, but was also respected as a teacher. He was highly credited with the quality of his explosives, and was also good enough to not get caught selling them, even in some very illegal places. Which Gokudera loved to help him do.

"Good morning class." Mr. Sawada gave a shining smile to the class filled with young stars as he sat at his desk. He shuffled around for some papers before finding the quiz he had typed up. "Today, we are starting with a quiz."

The flood of students groaned and slapped their heads, almost on cue. The large teacher stood in front of the class and simply smiled even brighter when the previous motions had been made. He started passing out the papers, seeing the look of shock when there was only one question on the test.

How do you make a firework?

Mr. Sawada sat down at his desk and quickly got out his phone, checking the time. He had nearly an hour before the students could leave. And he knew that his trick question had probably taken effect when he heard pencils tapping loudly on skin-protected skulls. The simpleness of the adolescant brain.

"That quiz sucked." Gokudera said as the whole class piled out of the room. Mr. Sawada was known for his obvious trick questions that could still take an entire class period.

"My dad's a prankster all right . . . " Tsuna trailed off as he looked down at his homework. For an art school, they sure did have a lot of homework to carry throughout the day. He would probably get it done in his Drama class.

Gokudera noticed that Tsuna's mind was elsewhere and began getting frustrated. He had actually already done the homework with his free time in class. "We still on for tonight?" Tsuna's head popped up in a grin.

"Monday Night Pick Me Up? You know it!" 'Monday Night Pick Me Up' was something that had been established right after college had started. The parties on Sundays were enough to make Mondays horrible, so they made a pick-me-up night scheduled for that particular week day.

"How's Hibari gonna react?"

Gokudera laughed his loudest laugh. "The same way as always! He comes in, gets creeped out by Bel, and then rushes off!"

Right on time, Bel walked up to the two college students, holding his sheet music in one hand and a finger sheet for the piano in another. Bel was in the musical portion of the school and had been studying the piano for awhile. He also took singing, but only because those two were so similar.

"Hey guys."

"What's up, Bel?" Gokudera asked as Tsuna turned back to his homework, which was more important to him at the time.

"Class was great an' . . . " Gokudera turned his head as Yamamoto Takeshi walked around the corner, turning straight into the giant Concert Hall. Strange.

". . . and I can't believe he would do that! . . . Dera-chan?" Bel looked confused as Gokudera paraded over to the Concert Hall doors, cracking it open just as Yamamoto reached the stairs. He strode them effortlessly and quickly took a seat behind the grand piano. His closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he started playing a slightly familiar tune that sounded like it had a small classical twist. Right when the time came, he started singing along, and the song popped right into Gokudera's mind.

I've made up my mind

Don't need to think it over

If I'm wrong I am right

Don't need to look no further

This ain't lust

I know

That this is love

Gokudera stared with an open mouth as Yamamoto hit any note that was thrown at him, matching the piano in some parts. The way he looked with the beautiful white piano and his beautiful voice was breathtaking. Gokudera walked in slowly and plopped himself down, still listening to the boy on stage in front of him. He frowned when he realized that the song was closing.

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

Yamamoto walked quickly offstage and Gokudera had one thought about the emotional meaning of that song, the lyrics struck him like a brick.

Was that about me?

A/N: *seriousness* I feel really bad about leaving all of you hanging with no updates, but I broke my arm and thought I couldn't type. But now, I realized that I could type slowly, and I found this uncompleted, so I opened it up and finished it. I hope it's not dissapointing, and I would like to say thank you to everyone for their support and love. My stories started with The Punk and The Athlete, and to be honest, I'm winging that one as of now. However, this one has a spark of a story-line, and will have some songs in it. I am just sooo happy with the way my stories are being credited. And please, if you favorite, take the time to review. I have it open for anonymous reviews, and I would love to get as many reviews as I get Favortie Alerts.

So, again, thank you. 3

The song I used is Chasing Pavements by Adele (as the song that Yamamoto sang)