Gokudera was starting to wonder if Yamamoto's dad had hit his head hard on something on the way here.

After Yamamoto had excused himself, Gokudera was left sitting all alone with his dad. And his dad… well, if the bladder comment was anything to go by, sounded like he had no idea what he was saying. Maybe he didn't. Or maybe he was just pretending to be crazy to tease Yamamoto. Whatever it was, it was incredibly awkward.

"So. Are you a virgin?" Tsuyoshi asked as he got up to put his plate in Yamamoto's kitchen. Gokudera's eyes widened considerably and he had to grit his teeth and clench his fists to restrain himself from punching the old man. What the hell kind of question was that?! Why the hell did he even want to know?!

Gokudera was glaring at where Tsuyoshi had disappeared; wondering what would be the best response to that question. Correction, he knew what the best response was (to punch the old coot in the face!), but what was the best response that didn't evolve knocking the wind out of his one night stand's father's face?

However, he apparently took too long as Tsuyoshi came smiling out of the kitchen.

"I'm just kidding with you! You should've seen your face though!" Tsuyoshi sat down again and Gokudera considered just getting up and leaving. But he couldn't do that to Yamamoto, not after he'd been so nice to him.

Tsuyoshi was silent after that, causing Gokudera great relief. Who knows what would've happened if the old man kept talking.

After a while, the silence became immensely awkward and Yamamoto had still not come back from the bathroom. Gokudera turned his head to glance at the wall clock, his eyes narrowing as he realized a half an hour had passed. Even if you were sitting on the toilet in constipation, it did not take half an hour to go to the bathroom.

As if reading his thoughts, Tsuyoshi spoke up.

"That boy is taking a heck of a long time in the bathroom."

"… I'll check on him," Gokudera sighed, getting up hesitantly. Really, it should be Tsuyoshi checking on his own son, but Gokudera didn't quite trust the old man after all the things he'd said during the morning.

Finding his way to the bathroom should've been easy. But, as it was, getting out of his chair was hard. For whatever reason, the painkillers Yamamoto had given him still hadn't kicked in and Gokudera winced as he could barely stand. Tsuyoshi gave him a look, making Gokudera wonder if there'd been a secret meaning behind the virgin question earlier.

Somehow managing to hobble his way to the bathroom, Gokudera knocked lightly on the door.

"Oi, Yamamoto. You in there?"

On the other end, Gokudera heard sniffling and the sound of someone blowing their nose. He frowned. That sure as hell sounded like crying, but why Yamamoto was crying in his bathroom was what Gokudera hadn't figured out. Wasn't it his birthday?

"Yeah…" A faint reply came from behind the door. Gokudera could almost feel the heart broken sound to it and he sighed. He was not having this conversation through a door.

Pushing on the door, and finding it unlocked, Gokudera walked into the bathroom. Inside, Gokudera was greeted with a teary Yamamoto and a huge pile of toilet paper covering the floor around the small wastebasket. Gokudera closed the door behind him before sitting cross legged in front of Yamamoto, wincing as his back screeched at him.

"Why are you crying?" Gokudera asked, looking Yamamoto straight in the eye. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't like seeing the sort of childish man crying like this. It tugged on his heartstrings and made him feel something that he couldn't identify. Plus, Gokudera had a sinking feeling that this was somehow his fault.

Yamamoto sniffed and dabbed at his eye before tossing another used piece of toilet paper into the pile.

"It's nothing; I doubt you'd want to know anyway…"

"What the fuck?!" Gokudera exploded, standing abruptly and storming over to Yamamoto where he grabbed his collar and pulled him inches to his face. Blowing his temper over one sentence probably wasn't going to help anything, but Gokudera hated when people assumed the way he felt. That meant they thought they knew him and he hated that. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think that I won't care? You think that after you fucked me senseless that I'm just going to walk out of here while you're sitting here crying on a toilet?! You don't know me. So how do you know how I feel? How can you just assume that I'm like some uncaring fucking prostitute?!"

Yamamoto was staring at him wide-eyed and Gokudera threw him back down onto the toilet seat. He walked back over to where he was sitting and sat, drawing a hand through his silver hair. Maybe he'd gone overboard, but the little fucker deserved it. He sighed.

He'd thought Yamamoto was better than this.

"I-I… I didn't know you cared…" Yamamoto finally choked out. The room fell silent and Gokudera's hand stopped. Cared? He had implied that, hadn't he? Gokudera cared about Yamamoto, for whatever reason, and he wasn't too sure what to think about that.

"T-the way you acted, e-earlier…" Yamamoto swallowed as more tears welled in his eyes. "You said that you… h-hated my cooking and y-you'd teased me about the… b-b-bed sheets… I-I just wanted to do something nice for you!"

Gokudera looked down. Shit. Just as he'd thought, this was all his fault. Words couldn't really help him now; Yamamoto probably wouldn't believe him even though Yamamoto was the one who was completely misunderstanding. Who was the one that said actions speak louder than words? Well, Yamamoto obviously didn't listen to him.

Maybe this would pound it into his head.

Gokudera stood up again and slowly walked over to where Yamamoto was still blowing his nose. Pushing the piece of toilet paper away, Gokudera stared hard at Yamamoto before bringing his hand back and slapping him in the cheek. Yamamoto's head flew to the side; his expression shocked like he hadn't been expecting it.

"You listen to me, Yamamoto. You have been nicer to me than any of the other bastards I've slept with. You're a complete idiot, but you're not rude and your food is tolerable. You don't need to prove anything to me. If I wanted nothing to do with you, I wouldn't have gotten into your car last night. If you think anything else, even for a second, I will hit you way harder than just now. Understand me?"

Yamamoto was staring at him, wide-eyed again, and Gokudera sighed. Maybe the idiot was stupider than he thought. Turning his back, Gokudera prepared to walk out of the bathroom. If Yamamoto couldn't understand that, then Gokudera had no business with him.

Suddenly he was being hugged from behind and his eyes widened when he felt a head bury itself into his hair. For some reason, a blush was rapidly spreading across his cheeks and his heart was pounding. What the hell was happening here?

"Thank you, Gokudera…" Yamamoto whispered. He sniffed one more time before laughing a little. "I guess I overreacted, huh?"

Gokudera paused for a moment, but then he snorted and pushed the other man off him. He turned to face Yamamoto.

"You sure as hell did. Now let's get out of here before your dad thinks you're constipated or something."

Yamamoto laughed, bouncing right back into his cheerful self. Gokudera sighed as he walked out of the bathroom, Yamamoto bouncing along happily behind him. Some people could recover so easily.

For the rest of the day, Yamamoto's grin stayed on his face. He was unbelievably happy that Gokudera had come to cheer him up, even if he'd been slapped in the face in the process, and had even let him hug him for just a little bit. It was more than Yamamoto could ever ask for, for his birthday.

Tsuyoshi and Gokudera ended up staying until late, playing board and card games, watching T.V., even dancing a little in which Yamamoto had tried to get Gokudera to dance with him. Which only ended up with another slap to the head for Yamamoto, but it was worth it to see Gokudera's blush.

Lastly, to wrap it all up, the trio sat on the couch together watching Yamamoto's favorite movie of all time; Moneyball. It was about baseball, of course, but the unusual part was that it focused more on the business side of it. Yamamoto thought it was unbelievably interesting.

But apparently, some people didn't.

Tsuyoshi excused himself to use the restroom again, making another comment about his bladder, in which Yamamoto only shook his head in exasperation. It was only then that a weight fell onto Yamamoto's shoulder.

Looking down, he saw maybe the most adorable sight in his entire life.

Gokudera had fallen asleep, his head being the weight on Yamamoto's shoulder. His legs were tucked underneath him and he was slightly curled as if he was looking for something to wrap his body around. His hand was clutching at Yamamoto's sleeve like a lost child.

Yamamoto could barely contain a squeal at how cute the man was.

Then, however, Yamamoto's nerves kicked in.

Here was maybe the most beautiful man on earth and he was sleeping not only on Yamamoto's couch, but on his shoulder. Heat started burning in his cheeks and his heart began to beat erratically.

Yamamoto couldn't even begin to explain how much he wanted to touch the other man at that moment. He wanted to wrap his arm around the man's skinny waist, stroke his cheek, string his fingers through his beautiful silver hair… He wanted to do so much, but he knew he couldn't. Gokudera wasn't his.

And maybe he never would be.

Pushing that thought out of his head angrily (he wouldn't give up until he'd tried!), Yamamoto decided to at least do a little of what he wanted to. No one was there to see, right? Slowly, he moved his arm away from Gokudera's grasp and started to wrap it around the man's shoulders.

"Hey, Takeshi, your bathroom is cluttered with toilet paper. Were you really constipated in there?"

Yamamoto's hand retreated faster than a striking cobra, though he accidentally knocked Gokudera in the head with it. He swore inwardly as he saw Gokudera's eyes open slowly. Dang it, why did his father have to come in now?!

Gokudera sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily as a huge yawn split his lips. He turned to Yamamoto with the cutest sleepy expression in the world.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, Yamamoto, but I should probably go now… I have a kitten I need to feed at home." His words were slurred and he looked like he was going to fall asleep at any given moment.

"O-okay…" Yamamoto replied, ignoring everything inside of him screaming at him to say something to make Gokudera stay. He watched Gokudera stand up from the couch (without pain, thankfully) and walk into the kitchen. He grabbed his bag of clothes, leaving the painkillers and McDonalds Happy Meal, and then he was gone.

Yamamoto vaguely heard his dad say something along the lines that he was going to sleep over, but Yamamoto didn't really hear him.

All he could focus on was the gaping hole in his heart that had formed as soon as the door had closed behind Gokudera.

(A/N) Well, that's the end of that chapter! It's kind of a sad note again, isn't it? Why do I keep doing that unintentionally?! Anyway, I hope this chapter was enjoyable and just as a warning I don't know when I'll next update. The updates will probably be longer in between because school is starting in a few days for me, but I promise not to disappear for two months again without fair warning! See you next time, thanks for reading!