One Hundred Things to Do, but I Only Want to Do You
Prompt: Smoke
It's not that Hibari hates Gokudera.
He's a twenty five year old man and he definitely doesn't hate anyone in his family, not even the annoying pineapple carnivore anymore, but he can't stand the smell that always clings to the bomber. The smell of burning nicotine and dynamite deaths.
It's...tolerable when he's around him since conversations with Gokudera tend to be angry and short but there are nights when the scent clings to Tsunayoshi like water to a plastic bottle.
Hibari is, for the record, not jealous when that happens but angry because that is the smell of death and Tsuna is nothing like death.
So these are the nights when he holds Tsunayoshi so tight that the brunette looks at him with wondering eyes and speaks questions like "did you and Mukuro fight again?" or "did Lambo say something stupid about me tripping and killing myself again?"
Hibari made a decision long ago that telling Tsuna that the smell of his best friend put him on edge was a bad idea. So most nights, he buries his head in Tsuna's neck and revels in the way this, at least this, still smells like strawberry shampoo and an office filled with flowers from his mother and murmurs, "Something like that."
E/n: it's strange to write from Hibari's pov. I hope I got it right