it's two in the morning, why am i still awake?
Title: Much Like Falling
Rating: G
Pairing: 8059
Summary : Secret notes on a winter night and new beginnings for the both of them.
It was awkward, to say the least.
“I'm going to go home if you don't get on with this, you stupid baseball freak, whatever this is,” Gokudera grumbled.
He breathed into his cupped bare hands, trying desperately to warm them in the chilly night air. He was shivering in the cold and the giant snowflakes that began to fall were not helping. He was now wet on top of being half frozen to death. He was going to break the moron's face if he didn't just spit out whatever it was that he had to say. Said moron shifted his weight from foot to foot and it took every ounce of self-restraint and a cigarette to keep Gokudera from just walking away.
“Um... I really don't know how to say this, Gokudera, ha ha,” Yamamoto laughed, his breath coming out as a plume of almost opaque mist.
Gokudera gritted his teeth and sighed in exasperation. “Then I'm going home. You can tell me whatever it is when you figure out how to say it.” He spun on his heel and began to walk away, away from the stupid idiot who had invited him out in the first place claiming he had “something to tell him,” but somehow couldn't get out whatever it was he needed to say. Stupid baseball freak.
“Wait, Gokudera!”
“What is it?” he gritted out through clenched teeth and turned back to face the idiot.
Yamamoto mumbled several times under his breath before he finally sighed, dug into his school bag and pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a pen. He scribbled something as Gokudera stood, tapping his foot impatiently.
“I don't see what's such a big deal that you can't just go ahead and say it but you have to resort to some stupid note. You really are dense, idiot,” Gokudera muttered when the note was thrust into his hand. He unfolded the note and nearly choked when he read the single sentence written on the paper. “Is this a joke?”
“What?” Yamamoto gasped. “Ha ha, no of course not! I would not joke about things like this, Gokudera.”
Gokudera nodded and in the next second, Yamamoto was sitting dazed in the snow with a throbbing cheek. Ha ha, Gokudera can really pack a punch, he thought as he watched his friend walk away, muttering angrily.
Later that night, at one in the morning, Gokudera dialed Yamamoto's number.
“Want to give it a try?” he mumbled when he heard the baseball idiot's sleepy greeting.
“Come again? Give what a try?”
Gokudera sighed, rolling his eyes. He considered hanging up. “Us. Want to give us a try?” his throat was tight and for one strange reason or other, he felt almost close to tears. There was a long pause from the other end before Yamamoto replied in a dazed voice.
“Am I dreaming? If I am, please don't let me wake up, ha ha.”
“You idiot!” Gokudera couldn't help but smile at the note he held in his hand. On the crumpled sheet of lined notebook paper, scrawled in blue ink and barely legible was Yamamoto's handwriting.
I like you, Gokudera.
Rating: G
Pairing: 8059
Summary : Secret notes on a winter night and new beginnings for the both of them.
It was awkward, to say the least.
“I'm going to go home if you don't get on with this, you stupid baseball freak, whatever this is,” Gokudera grumbled.
He breathed into his cupped bare hands, trying desperately to warm them in the chilly night air. He was shivering in the cold and the giant snowflakes that began to fall were not helping. He was now wet on top of being half frozen to death. He was going to break the moron's face if he didn't just spit out whatever it was that he had to say. Said moron shifted his weight from foot to foot and it took every ounce of self-restraint and a cigarette to keep Gokudera from just walking away.
“Um... I really don't know how to say this, Gokudera, ha ha,” Yamamoto laughed, his breath coming out as a plume of almost opaque mist.
Gokudera gritted his teeth and sighed in exasperation. “Then I'm going home. You can tell me whatever it is when you figure out how to say it.” He spun on his heel and began to walk away, away from the stupid idiot who had invited him out in the first place claiming he had “something to tell him,” but somehow couldn't get out whatever it was he needed to say. Stupid baseball freak.
“Wait, Gokudera!”
“What is it?” he gritted out through clenched teeth and turned back to face the idiot.
Yamamoto mumbled several times under his breath before he finally sighed, dug into his school bag and pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a pen. He scribbled something as Gokudera stood, tapping his foot impatiently.
“I don't see what's such a big deal that you can't just go ahead and say it but you have to resort to some stupid note. You really are dense, idiot,” Gokudera muttered when the note was thrust into his hand. He unfolded the note and nearly choked when he read the single sentence written on the paper. “Is this a joke?”
“What?” Yamamoto gasped. “Ha ha, no of course not! I would not joke about things like this, Gokudera.”
Gokudera nodded and in the next second, Yamamoto was sitting dazed in the snow with a throbbing cheek. Ha ha, Gokudera can really pack a punch, he thought as he watched his friend walk away, muttering angrily.
Later that night, at one in the morning, Gokudera dialed Yamamoto's number.
“Want to give it a try?” he mumbled when he heard the baseball idiot's sleepy greeting.
“Come again? Give what a try?”
Gokudera sighed, rolling his eyes. He considered hanging up. “Us. Want to give us a try?” his throat was tight and for one strange reason or other, he felt almost close to tears. There was a long pause from the other end before Yamamoto replied in a dazed voice.
“Am I dreaming? If I am, please don't let me wake up, ha ha.”
“You idiot!” Gokudera couldn't help but smile at the note he held in his hand. On the crumpled sheet of lined notebook paper, scrawled in blue ink and barely legible was Yamamoto's handwriting.
I like you, Gokudera.