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Gokudera stared as Yamamoto wore his shoes. It was Friday morning and they woke up earlier today because Yamamoto has to go to his house before school.

"Can you really go to school now?" Yamamoto asked when he was done wearing his shoes then looked at Gokudera.

Gokudera leaned his back to the wall behind him while folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered. He still has a little fever, but he can stand up now without feeling dizzy, thanks to Yamamoto. But he'll never say it of course; he will never admit that an idiot made his fever go down. "Hey, Yamamoto," Gokudera called as he moved from his spot to stand in front of Yamamoto.

"Hm?"

Gokudera was stilled for a moment and he stared at Yamamoto with surprise. Why the hell did he call Yamamoto? That name came out of his mouth without thinking. "Ah, no, nothing," he said as he turned his head to the side to look away from the baseball nut. He thought of a reason why he called that idiot Japanese. Maybe, it was because he wanted to say thank you… or maybe because he was going to say something like 'I don't hate you anymore'… or maybe because he misses Yamamoto's touch.

Yamamoto chuckled at Gokudera's cuteness and walked near him. He cupped Gokudera's cheek, making the boy look at him. He stared at the Italian's face for a moment before he smiled, leaning his face closer to Gokudera's.

Gokudera was stunned, he didn't know what to do when Yamamoto leaned his face closer to his and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. After that, he immediately received a warm embrace.

"I'm going, Hayato, see you at school," Yamamoto said, patting Gokudera's head.

"Y-Yeah," Gokudera whispered as he watched the baseball nut leave. When the door closed, he quickly ran to his bedroom and threw himself on the bed. He lied on his stomach and hid his face under the pillow. He hid the dark blush that was visible on his cheeks although there was no one to look in the very first place. He just felt embarrassed because that was his first kiss. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like his heart would burst out of his chest.

W-We're together now, aren't we?

Gokudera walked inside the classroom with his Juudaime in front of him. His eyes immediately wandered around and he eventually saw the person he surprisingly wanted to see, the baseball idiot who was surrounded with his moron friends.

"Yo, Gokudera, Tsuna," Yamamoto greeted, smiling at the two.

Tsuna greeted Yamamoto back while Gokudera just blushed and looked away, ignoring him. The Storm sat on his seat and he glared at the table, still with a light shade of pink on his pale cheeks. He is angry at himself for blushing at every trivial reason. He is angry at Yamamoto also… For what? Nothing in particular. He gets angry at that idiot every time.

"What did the table do to you?" Yamamoto asked jokingly as he sat on the table Gokudera was glaring at.

"Shut up," Gokudera grunted as he stopped glaring at the table only to transfer it to Yamamoto.

Yamamoto smiled at Gokudera before touching the space between the Italian's brows with the tip of his two fingers, removing the frown on Hayato's face.

A dark shade of pink was quickly formed on Gokudera's milky white skin again and he looked away to hide it. "Baka," he whispered. When he felt that Yamamoto was still staring at him, he looked at the Rain guardian angrily and was about to shout at him but a thought popped in his mind and he was ready to ask the idiot. "Ah, Yamamoto," he called but their sensei came in and they all went back to their own seats including Yamamoto, leaving Gokudera pissed. Tsk. Gokudera ignored the sensei's lecture and thought deeply about what he wanted to ask the baseball nut.

We're together now, aren't we? Even though no words were said, with all the things we did, we're together now, aren't we?

The kiss might be the best proof that he and Yamamoto are really together. But he still wants to hear it from the baseball nut. Though many may say actions speak louder than words, still for him, actions without words are confusing, especially when it is that Yakyuu baka's doings. Yamamoto is a true idiot and he might do things only for fun. So he has to ask him no matter what. So he can be sure that this is not a joke for that idiot Japanese because for him, this isn't a joke anymore. Because for him, this is the truth… that he and Yamamoto are lovers.

FF

Gokudera sat on the chair that was placed at the corner of the room where the weekly meeting of the baseball club was being held. He is mad, as usual. He left his Juudaime eating alone at the rooftop because Yamamoto asked him to accompany him (Gokudera didn't agree at first but Tsuna persuaded him so he did later on). But that was only half of the reason why he is mad. He is mad also because he didn't know that the manager of the baseball club is a girl and she is obviously hitting on Yamamoto. What made him even madder was that the baseball idiot just lets her do what she wants. Baka, baka, baka! The Italian was sure that he would definitely hit that baseball nut hard on the face later when they get home. They are lovers, right? So why the hell is Yamamoto letting this damn girl do all she wants with him. Is he doing this on purpose to make him feel jealous? Damn Yakyuu baka, I'm so gonna beat you up.

"Gokudera, let's go," Yamamoto said with a smile as he poked Gokudera's cheek, waking the Italian up from his thoughts.

Gokudera ignored the smile and just glared at Yamamoto. He gave the man a 'tsk' before standing up and walked passed him. "I'm going to kill you, Yakyuu baka," he whispered coldly but it was enough for the Japanese to hear.

Yamamoto laughed at Gokudera's coldness and he patted the smoking bomb's head repeatedly with a smile. "Ma, ma, what made my Gokudera so mad?" he asked the boy, laughing afterwards.

Gokudera's heart skipped a beat and he blushed darkly at the part where Yamamoto claimed him his. He let himself calm down from the baseball nut's touch and he continued walking with Yamamoto's arm wrapped around his shoulders.

Tsuna sat silently at the corner of the rooftop. He was enjoying the moment of being alone in peace so much. He doesn't get this often so why not enjoy it now? He has been done eating for a while now but he feels too lazy to stand and go back to his classroom.

Tsuna leaned his back to the wall behind him and closed his eyes at the same time. When he was about to fall asleep, the door of the rooftop suddenly opened and he opened his eyes to see the person who came. His heart skipped a beat with shock and fear when he saw who it was. "H-Hibari-san," he stuttered as he stood up and stared at the person who was standing at the door. He saw the Cloud Guardian starting to walk towards him and he closed his eyes tightly knowing that a cruel punishment awaits him.

Hibari stopped walking when he was at least a foot away from the Sky. He stared at the weak herbivore who was obviously trembling with fear.

Tsuna opened his eyes when the punishment he was expecting didn't come. He raised his face to look at Hibari. "Gomen nasai," he whispered, taking one step back.

"Go back to your room, now."

"Huh?" Tsuna was sure that he'll receive a punishment so he was unsure if what he heard was right. If he was told to go back to his classroom, doesn't that mean he will not be punished anymore?

"Come to my office later."

Tsuna's breathing stopped for a moment after hearing those words. He will be punished after all. Well, he deserves to be punished anyway. He was going to sleep here, so even if he didn't intend to skip class on purpose, he will skip either way. "H-Hai," he said before running away but before he could even get out of the rooftop, he tripped. "Oww," he hissed as he sat up. He was really nervous. His knees were shaking but he stood up anyway and ran again. He didn't want his punishment to be crueler.

Hibari, on the other hand, smirked at the Sky's clumsiness.

Hayato walked to his house alone. His Juudaime said that he needed to go somewhere and he couldn't tell it to Gokudera. Tsuna said that he'll be fine so Gokudera agreed to not interfere. Yamamoto had his practice, as always, so Hayato didn't bother asking him.

"Tch," Gokudera hissed as he closed the fridge, finding nothing but water in it. He sat on his sofa and turned on the television to kill the boredom he feels. He chose to watch a show on Discovery Channel but he found himself still unable to relax. He wanted to do something. He needed to do something. He had to ask Yamamoto sooner so he would be able to calm down. To be honest, he has been feeling anxious since this morning. He wanted to know what Yamamoto truly thinks of him. He wanted to know what Yamamoto thinks of their relationship.

Tsk, damn Yakyuu baka.

Gokudera wore something that would hide his identity. Well, even if he doesn't hate Yamamoto now, he doesn't want anyone to see that he goes to that Japanese's house on his own will. It would hurt his pride, after all. He walked out of his apartment and went to Takeshi's house. He stood outside and chose to just wait there. After all, coming inside would just be a waste of energy. He just wanted to ask the baseball nut, no more, no less.

"You're really great in baseball, Yamamoto-kun."

The Italian heard a female voice and he turned to see who spoke. She was the manager of the baseball club and she had her arms wrapped around Yamamoto's. Gokudera frowned at the scene and he suddenly felt the need to hide. He hid himself somewhere and watched as the two exchanged laughs. They were still a little too far from the storm guardian but he can hear everything. Don't jump to conclusion, Hayato. Don't jump to conclusions. That was what he was telling himself but then, he heard the baseball nut say 'I like you too' to that damn girl. Damn, fuck. How the hell can I not jump to conclusions? Gokudera didn't know why but he suddenly felt something painful in his heart, realizing that he isn't the only person Yamamoto was gentle with.

Oh… so I don't have to ask you anymore. This is your answer. "Tch," Gokudera went out of the place where he hides. It doesn't matter anymore. Yamamoto wouldn't notice him. He is in disguise after all. He walked passed them and as he expected, the Japanese didn't recognize him. But even if it was expected, he couldn't hide the fact that it hurt him. Bastard. Damn you, Yakyuu baka.

Sorry, it took me so long to update.