Gutter

"There you go!" Hiro said as he flopped down on the towel besides HL.

"Thank you Hiro!" HL quickly sat up and grabbed the ice-cream from the boy's hand. "It's nice to hang out once in a while."

"Yeah, but it feels kind of weird the way our hang outs always end up being."

"HA!" HL smiled. "True, this is far from normal."

"Who would've thought that Fred was the owner of such place."

"Yeah! The island is quite…"

HL's voice slowly faded away as his attention shifted to another individual. As if his eyes were glued to her existence. She was playing Volleyball with Fred and Wasabi but there were other things in his mind. His head couldn't get enough of her abdomen. How toned it was, how each and every muscle flexed with every movement. How he wanted to turn into that drop of sweat rolling down her belly…

"Hiro!"

"HIRO!" HL yelled snapping her fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

"Wha… what? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" HL laughed at how his blush started creeping up from his neck.

"OUCH!"

"Oh my god Gogo are you okay?" Fred ran to her…

"Apparently she heard us." HL whispered.

Propriety

"HIRO!" Gogo yelled. "HIRO!"

"I'm coming!" Hiro grabbed the controller and turned off the T.V.

Knock, knock.

"May I come in?" Hiro said as he slowly opened the door. "Are you decent?" Hiro asked gulping as he tried to hide the growing insecurity forming on his chest.

"Of course I am! Who are you mistaking me with?" Gogo glared at the boy for doubting her morals but he had a point in asking. "I just need help with this thing. It got stuck and I can't take this off.

"Okay." Hiro walked into the room. "Let me see." Hiro had to hold up his laugh at the mess Gogo got herself into

"Are you laughing at me?" Gogo tried to send her usual cold stare towards him but she was facing the other way.

"DON'T move, unless you want to get yourself on an even worst position." Hiro winced out of reflex after noticing the mess of Gogo's dress tangled to what little reaches her hair had. Oh the irony, Hiro chuckled.

"Okay, let me…" Hiro raised his hands and started working their magic. "I'll get you out of that dress in no time."

"How long have you waited to say that?" Gogo had to turn her head a bit to see the blush creep to the smaller boy's cheeks.

"huh." Hiro chuckled. "How long have you wait for me to say it?"

"Normally I would tease you." Gogo turned her head suddenly feeling too self-aware of her body. "But for propriety's sake I'll…"

"Done!" Hiro exclaimed not prepared for what came next. Thank god Gogo was with her back turned to him. "GOGO! Where is your…?"

Hiro had to stop mid-sentence as his brain malfunctioned and his eyes slowly wandered to less proper areas of the speedster's body. Hiro couldn't help but run one of his fingers along her spine, his body getting chills at the touch of her soft skin. It was… Hiro's trance was stopped when he felt Gogo's hands over his.

"GOGO! I AM SO SOR…."

Hiro was petrified as he noticed how Gogo's hands were guiding his through her abdomen down to her belly button.

"You know, I'm starting to hate propriety but I need to rest."

"O-O-Of c-course! I-I-I'll leave now. H-Have a g-goodnight Leiko." Hiro closed the door of her room, made sure to turn off the lights, locked the apartment, got into his car and drove away. While Gogo was still touching the warm spots Hiro's hands left.

Proud

Sometimes this kind of things seemed out of order. Or even looked upon as a devious endeavor. But her heart was proud nonetheless. Proud at simple yet mindful things that reigned her surroundings. BUT above all else, she felt proud to be the cause of his blush and stutter.

Selfish.

When did this feelings started was the question that ran through her head at the moment.

"How do I look?" Hiro asked HL with his classic smile. THAT smile.

"YOU LOOK FINE HIRO!" HL apparently was already exhausted of the constant asking. "Don't worry, you look good." HL bent down and kissed Hiro's forehead.

Hiro had been running up, down and all around the lab because apparently Wasabi had hooked him up with a secret date.

"Alright. Everything will go as planned, you'll see." Gogo said as she ignored the weird pain crawling to her chest.

"Thanks Gogo." Hiro got closer and hugged her. "Thanks for your support." Gogo smiled and ran her hand through his hair, wishing for more. In the end, she wanted him all for herself.

Fat

"WAIT!" Hiro yelled as he realized that his girlfriend was running towards him as he exited the San Fransokyo International Airport.

Ufff.

Hiro grunted as Gogo jumped to his arms. "It's nice to see you too." Hiro exclaimed before landing a kiss on her lips.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." Hiro said still holding Gogo to his chest but he was really tired. "Gogo please, you are heavy and I want to get home."

"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?"

"NO! I mean, you… I am still…" Hiro stuttered as fear for his dear life crawled to his chest due to Gogo's glare.

Gogo winked at the man as she landed on the floor, turned around and walked away. Hiro sighed, there were times when dealing with her was really confusing.

Flopping

"So…" Hiro grunted as he took his first project for college to Gogo's desk. "What do you think!?"

"I already told you." Gogo said without sparing a glance at Hiro's work. "It's perfect!"

"Gogo!" Hiro pouted and gave her chair a turn so she could look at him. "You haven't seen it yet!"

At this point in time Gogo knew that this was only going to go in circles. She released a deep sigh and looked at Hiro. "What do you want me to say?"

"Dunno, at least you could spare a glance, I came to you because you are the best at this of all of us."

Gogo's heart went full short circuit that second. The way Hiro looked at her, he was clearly worried and the fact that he came to her for advice made her heart flop like a fish out of water.

"PLEASE?"

Comfortable

"What ya watching!?" Hiro said as he flopped down on Gogo's lap.

"Hiro, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to sit down." Hiro shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed some popcorn.

"There is a lot of space left, why my lap?"

"Do you want me to move?" Hiro looked at her with that cheeky smile.

"I… I… there's…"

"It's settled then." Hiro smiled as he turned around towards the tv and laid down on top of Gogo. Resting his head on the crook of her neck.

Everything was going fine until she felt something crawling up to her belly. Hiro's hand slowly climbed up and unconsciously started rubbing circles on her abdomen. She wanted him to stop but she also realized her rebellious hand was hugging the boy closer.

"We should do this often."

HELL NO!

"You are really comfortable."

Luck

No one could match him. No, not even match, no one could even reach his toes. After all the years of receiving proposals and every kind of bs she was sure there would be no one capable of catching her eyes. But oh was she so mistaken. The way she fell was way too easy. His eyes, his scent, his gentleness and his smile. She knew that she wasn't enough for him but he never let go.

"Are you okay Gogo?" Hiro said as he sat back down on the table with their food. "I've found you staring at me lately. Is there something wrong with my face?"

Gogo just giggled. "Nope, not at all." She smiled like never before. Her whole body knew she was on her knees. She bit her food hoping that this luck of hers would never run out.

Memories

"Where is he?" Came a worried Gogo through the doors of the café.

"I don't know, he has not shared a single word since yesterday."

"Isn't this the…" Gogo walked closer to Aunt Cass fearing and hoping she was wrong.

"Yes, it's been a year now." Even Aunt Cass couldn't keep her head up as the images flooded her head.

"I am going up." Gogo said not stopping to hear if the older Hamada had any objections.

Knock! Knock!

"Hiro are you there?" Gogo tried to summon the young boy from the other side of the room but she received only the dull whistle of the air going through the window.

"Hiro?" Gogo opened the door, surprised that there was no lock. The room was, as weird as it may sound, neatly arranged. It felt like here lived another person. She walked into the room, the old wooden planks betraying her silent steps. She knew this was seen as an invasion of private space but if her heart and soul were right, the poor guy needed her.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to open the section that led to the deceased Hamada's room. And there he was, sitting at the edge of the bed. Looking intently at some of the pictures as his hands held one of Tadashi's notebooks. Hiro looked older, his eyes void of the light that they usually carried. Gogo walked slowly towards the boy, as she knew she was threading on uncharted territory.

"You know…" Hiro's voice sounded broken, clearly holding back the tears. Gogo had no other choice than to fight the urge to rush and hug him. It hurts like hell seeing him like this. There was no explanation. "Tadashi would always scold me for being a mess." Hiro's smile faltered as his eyes burned holes through the picture.

"I should've begged more…" The bed creaked as Gogo tried to get closer. "I should've held him tighter. I-I…"

Gogo was admittedly bad at this but he needed a shoulder to cry on. And her heart only clenched as her shirt slowly dampened at Hiro's tears.

Evil

"You look agitated."

Gogo didn't spare a glance at the blond as she entered the Institute's gym. Her mind was going through more important things right now. Her heart was threatening to leave her chest and the only way out was exhaustion. To the point where her bones could dull the pain inside her.

"What happened!?"

"No-thing." Gogo punched the bag in front of her. "Nothing at all."

"Well, the bag sure tells another story." Gogo looked down, as if the ground suddenly was more interesting than the blonde who was patiently waiting for some kind of comment or answer.

"Have you ever felt something like this?" Gogo said, still avoiding the blonde's gaze. As if HL could read her like an open book.

"You know very well that I have. With another Hamada though."

"No I mean…" Gogo opened and closed her mouth, getting her words cut due to unforeseen heart problems. Meanwhile the blonde waited, full aware that the speedster sometimes needed time to think her words. "This thoughts of mine are really confusing."

"What do you mean?"

"It's as if some evil deity had taken over." Gogo lifted her head and stared back at HL. Pleading for an answer, a way out of her dark thoughts. She knew very well that she was being unfair. After all he has done for them having this kind of thoughts were… well… not friendly like.

"I wish for him to have a bad date. I want his trust to be crushed." Her head bent down again, where were this thoughts coming from?

Kiss

Gogo sat there, on top of her desk. Resting on her shoulders and with her eyes closed tight. Her mind foggy, her heart running rampant. She had tried every single thing to calm down but her head was running amok. Even exercise couldn't calm her body. It felt as if someone had plugged a nuclear reactor to her system and let it run free.

His lips were soft, hell… they felt as if they were brought from another universe. How his breathing shot through the roof as his cheeks turned red and his eyes dilated while fixated to her own. It was not her first kiss but goddamn…

"Hi Gogo!" Gogo jumped at the sudden interruption of such voice. Her body trembled and her cheeks flared. There was no way in hell she would let him look at her in such state.