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Gokudera threw himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling of his apartment. He sighed deeply as he thought of what just happen. Why the hell did I run? "Tsk" I should have just punched him... But… that scent… that smile… Fuck! Gokudera was trying so hard to get mad at the baseball nut earlier but he couldn't. He thought of shouting at the man who was hugging him, he thought of punching him in the face but he couldn't bring himself to do those and it was all because of that scent and smile. His hug felt really warm too that it made Gokudera shiver. I hate him. I truly hate him. How could an idiot like him make me feel so damn complicated? Bastard. He closed his eyes, feeling tired of arguing with himself.

Few hours later after their fight…

"Nnn…" Gokudera murmured as he felt gentle hands wiping his sweat away from his face and then a damp towel was placed on his forehead, waking him up from his sleep. He was sick, he was sure of that. The headache he feels, the heat of his body that makes him feel so cold, it was enough for him to realize that he was truly sick. Damn, rain. He opened his eyes slowly to see the person who was taking care of him. "Yamamoto..?" he whispered once he saw the figure of the man who was sitting on his bed. A part of him felt at ease, knowing that Yamamoto is here to take care of him.

"How are you feeling?" Yamamoto asked, smiling at Gokudera.

"I…" Gokudera breathed. He didn't know what to answer. He didn't want to tell Yamamoto that he feels awful. It will surely make him look weak. "Why are you here?" he asked, changing the topic, as he removed the towel away from his forehead only to be stopped by the rain guardian.

"Don't remove it, 'Dera," Yamamoto said, gripping Gokudera's wrist with his left hand while the other hand placed the towel again on the silver-haired boy's forehead.

"No… Don't want it," Gokudera insisted as his free hand tried to remove the towel but Yamamoto gripped his wrist again.

"You need it," Yamamoto told Gokudera, not letting the boy do what he wants.

Gokudera felt tired and he immediately stopped struggling. Then, he stared at Yamamoto with annoyance before he spoke again. "Why are you here, Yakyuu baka?" he asked for the second time.

"You forgot to lock your door, 'Dera."

"And?"

"You're mad at me that's why I came here," Yamamoto answered as he let go of Gokudera's wrists.

Gokudera gave Yamamoto a frown, confused at what he just heard. "You know, if someone is mad at you, you should stay away from that someone, baka," he explained and insulted the baseball nut at the last part. Honestly, who does something like that? If someone is mad at you, it's only natural that you stay away from them. Is Yamamoto really an idiot?

"I won't be able to apologize if I do that," Yamamoto said, laughing afterwards.

Gokudera was surprised when he heard Yamamoto's point. That might be true… but still… He looked away from Yamamoto, unable to find words to say. He blushed, he knew it, but his high temperature is enough to be an excuse why it happened. Is this what it feels like when you are precious to someone? I don't like it… perhaps.

"Gomen, Gokudera," the rain guardian apologized.

Gokudera frowned, still not giving Yamamoto a glance. He is blushing and he doesn't like it. And why is Yamamoto even apologizing to him? What he did was just a friendly hug… there's nothing to apologize for, unless he did that on purpose to make him angry.

Yamamoto smiled again, seeing Gokudera's response. "It's fine if you don't forgive me now," he told Gokudera but when he didn't receive a response, he frowned but only in his mind, he still has his smile on his face. "Do you not want me here?" he asked the storm guardian.

Gokudera flinched when he heard that. He turned to look at Yamamoto, still with a frown. He didn't say something like that, did he? He actually wanted Yamamoto to stay here and take care of him but he wouldn't say it out loud, of course.

"I called Tsuna already, he'll be here soon," Yamamoto informed Gokudera.

What? Don't decide things on your own, Yakyuu baka.

"Take care," Yamamoto said, combing Gokudera's hair.

Gokudera closed his eyes as he felt that gentle hand caress him. Wait. I haven't even answered your question yet. Everything is happening so fast…

Gokudera saw Yamamoto stood up from the bed and took a step to leave but before he could even take another step, Gokudera held his hand, stopping him. He turned his face to look at the sick boy.

"D-Don't go," Gokudera whispered, barely audible Yamamoto to hear. He didn't know what to say and those words came out from his mouth so suddenly that he stuttered.

Yamamoto, on the other hand, was wide-eyed, unsure if what he heard was right. Did he just hear Gokudera say 'don't go'?

The moment was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Gokudera didn't know how to feel when he heard that. He really didn't want Yamamoto to leave though he doesn't know why but… Please, damn it. He couldn't speak his thoughts aloud and he squeezed Yamamoto's hand because of that. He hated himself. He was always so straightforward, why can't he be like that now? His heart almost broke into pieces when Yamamoto freed his hand and left to open the door. No. Damn it. He removed the towel on his forehead and put it somewhere near his bed. He rolled over and hid his face on the pillow and cursed himself for being so coward. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

"Gokudera-kun"

Gokudera cursed himself more, hearing his Juudaime's voice. Not that he hated Tsuna coming here in his apartment but that means Yamamoto really did leave him. "I'm sorry for making you come all the way here, Juudaime," he apologized as he looked at the tenth. He hated himself more when he realized that he's a bother to his Juudaime.

"It's fine, Gokudera-kun. Anyway, you should take a rest," Tsuna placed as he placed the damp towel on Gokudera's forehead.

Gokudera, surprisingly, didn't remove it. Well, he'll never oppose his Juudaime, after all. He bit his lower lip, frowning a little. He wanted to ask Tsuna where Yamamoto went but he couldn't. That would be so out of his character.

Tsuna stared at Gokudera, confused at what the silver-haired was thinking. "You should sleep… or do you want to talk about Yamamoto?" he asked unsurely.

Gokudera was surprised, hearing that. Can Tsuna read his thoughts? No… It might be his hyper intuition.

"I told you, you can tell me anything," Tsuna whispered gently, smiling at Gokudera.

Gokudera sighed. Maybe, he really needed to talk. His heart feels really heavy now with him keeping everything to himself. "Juudaime, these past few days, I…" Gokudera started to talk. He told his Juudaime everything that happened these past few days. The dreams, the tears, the doubts, his thoughts, the scent and smile… everything… he spoke about how his feelings for Yamamoto gradually changes. He told Tsuna how he wanted the Yakyuu baka to stay by his side now. "I know this isn't right but I think I'm—," Gokudera paused when he lost his words. What was he going to say again? He thinks he is what? No way. There's no way I'm falling in love with an idiot. There's just no way he'll love an idiot like him. "I'm sorry Juudaime, I forgot what I was going to say," he apologized.

"I-I think it's fine, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna finally spoke his thoughts, making Gokudera look at him with confusion. "I think it isn't wrong for you to feel that way… Telling me how you feel and wanting Yamamoto to stay beside you… don't those mean that you're finally starting to trust us? After what happened to your past, you're finally opening your heart," he explained from the bottom of his heart, smiling nervously at Gokudera in the end.

Gokudera, in contrast, was shut. He didn't know what to say. It was like the weight on his shoulders was gone. His Juudaime just made him understand everything. His Juudaime made him realize that what he feels isn't something to feel so bad about.

"Tadaima," Yamamoto suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling the two. "I brought some medicine," he said placing the bag with medicine on the bed.

"Y-You…" Gokudera didn't know how to express the anger he suddenly felt when he saw the baseball idiot's face. (Tsuna and Yamamoto just stared at him, waiting for the words that will come out from his mouth.) "Why are you here? I thought you left!" he yelled at Yamamoto.

Yamamoto sat on the bed and just laughed, hearing Gokudera's loud voice. Gokudera surely has too much energy for some sick person. "I just went to buy some medicine," he informed the very angered Storm Guardian.

Gokudera's eyes never averted its gaze from Yamamoto. His brows twitched with anger and he wanted to throw bombs to the rain guardian… only if he isn't sick. What were all those dramas for? And he said such embarrassing words such as 'don't go' also. He was even about to plead for it. What were all those for? He blushed darkly with embarrassment. Damn you, bastard. He really hates this guy. There's no way this is love. There's just no way.

Yamamoto removed the towel from Gokudera's forehead and pulled him by the hand, helping him sit up.

Gokudera bowed his head, shutting his eyes close as he felt dizzy from the new position. "Shit," he cursed in a whisper because he feels really awful.

"'Dera," Yamamoto called as he cupped Gokudera's cheek, making the boy look at him. "Here," he said as he put a pill on Gokudera's mouth. Then, he took the glass of water that he brought before coming in this room and helped Gokudera drink it. (Tsuna just looked away)

Gokudera was about to retort to Yamamoto about how he can do that on his own but the window of his room suddenly opened, revealing Tsuna's tutor.

"R-Reborn," Tsuna stuttered, remembering that he has a training today. The two guardians just stared at the arcobaleno.

"I'm going to take him," Reborn said as he went near Tsuna.

"G-Gokudera-kun, take care," Tsuna told Gokudera as he was dragged by Reborn to the window.

"Y-You too, Juudaime, thank you for coming here," Gokudera managed to say before his Juudaime was dragged out of the room, screaming (LOL). He and Yamamoto stared at the window with worry, feeling bad for Tsuna.

"Haha, that was fast… and scary," Yamamoto laughed, scratching the back of his head. "You should sleep now, Gokudera," he said, patting Gokudera's head.

Gokudera felt shivers went down his spine as he received the gentle touch of Yamamoto. He looked at the baseball nut and suddenly blushed when Yamamoto gave him a smile. "B-Baka," he whispered as he bowed his head, slapping Yamamoto's hand away.

"You should sleep, really," Yamamoto said as he pushed Gokudera down on the bed and covered his body with a blanket.

"I'm not feeling sleepy," Gokudera told the baseball nut, giving him a glare.

"Hai, hai, don't be stubborn now," Yamamoto said before standing up from the bed. "Goodnight," he said, turning the lights off before leaving the room.

"Tsk," Gokudera hissed. Where is Yamamoto going? He won't leave, will he? Sick persons should be treated nicely, after all. Gokudera closed his eyes as he tried to sleep.

Damn it.

Gokudera opened his eyes again as he sat up. Though he feels dizzy, he stood up from the bed and walked out of his room. He might be sick but he is a man. He can handle little pains. "Yamamoto," he called as he approached the baseball nut who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

"Gokudera," Yamamoto was surprised when he heard Gokudera's voice. "You shouldn't get up from your bed," he said as he watched the storm guardian sit beside him.

"I told you, I'm not sleepy," Gokudera told Yamamoto as he stared at the screen to see what the baseball nut was watching. Expectedly, it was another baseball game. Gokudera frowned and took the remote to change the channel but when he was about to press a button, Yamamoto held his hand, stopping him. "What?" he glared at Yamamoto.

"You're sick, you should sleep," Yamamoto insisted as he stole the remote away from Gokudera's hand, smiling at him.

Gokudera frowned angrily at Yamamoto. How many times does he have to say that he isn't feeling sleepy? He may be sick but he isn't weak. "Damn you," he retorted before pushing Yamamoto down on the sofa. He was about to take the remote away from Yamamoto's hand but he suddenly felt dizzy. He supported his body weight with his hands placed on either side of Yamamoto's head to avoid himself from falling. "Tsk," he hissed as his breath became uneven. Maybe, he is really a little weak now, he admits it, but only a little.

"Ma, ma, don't be so stubborn now," Yamamoto said as he sat up, making the boy straddle his lap. He cupped the Italian's cheek so he could look at him in the eyes. "That's why I told you to sleep," he told the Italian, noticing Gokudera's erratic breathing.

Gokudera slapped Yamamoto's hand away only so he could pull the Japanese in a hug. "I'm sick, stop nagging," he grunted, burying his face on Yamamoto's shoulder. "Let me sleep like this." He couldn't stop the urge to hug the man. Yamamoto was so close to him, after all.

Yamamoto smiled at the demand and wrapped his left arm around Gokudera's waist while his right hand played with the boy's silver hair, soothing him. "You're still wearing my clothes, that's uncomfortable, want to change to your pajamas?" he asked the boy.

"No," was Gokudera's quick reply. No way. There is no way he'll take these clothes off. He loves the scent of those, after all. He closed his eyes to assimilate the sensation of Yamamoto's hand playing with his hair more. Yamamoto's touch felt so comfortable to him that his breathing calmed down and soon, he felt sleepy. "Goodnight," he managed to say in a whisper before drifting off to sleep.

Some time in the middle of the night…

Gokudera woke up from his sleep, feeling a little cold. He looked on either side of his bed to see Yamamoto but he found no one. He frowned in frustration before sitting up on his bed. He might be out of his mind for wanting the person he hates so much to stay by his side but he can't help it now, can he? Yamamoto is so gentle to him after all. He was about to turn on the lamp that was placed beside his bed when he saw Yamamoto sleeping on a futon on the floor. He didn't know why but a smile was immediately formed on his lips when he saw the baseball nut. He quickly jumped out of the bed to lie beside Yamamoto, hugging him carefully so he wouldn't wake the Japanese up. It would be very embarrassing for him if he was to be caught, after all.

"Gokudera?"

But unfortunately for Gokudera, Yamamoto woke up, making Gokudera's heart skip a beat with nervousness. "D-Don't mistake me. I just fell from the bed," he said, denying what was untold before pulling away from the hug.

Yamamoto stared at Gokudera with surprise, unable to comprehend quickly why Gokudera said that. But when he did, he smiled happily. Gokudera sure is cute. "Hai, hai," Yamamoto said, laughing afterwards.

"What are you laughing at?" Gokudera pouted, insulted at the Japanese's response.

"Nothing, you're just cute," Yamamoto teased before pulling Gokudera in an embrace.

Gokudera suddenly blushed, hearing that. This was the first time someone called him cute and he never really thought that he was cute. "B-Bastard," he whispered.