[COLLAB][KHRfic] Studying:: Distraction (Part 1 of 2)
This is a collab art-fic between kirishimaayama, and waterlemon_chi.
Fic stems from the coloured art below, which was apparently inspired by my inundation of (Java) assignments (and excessive procrastination...). And in turn, the art inspired the fic! (Cyclical process ;D)
Title: Studying -- Distraction (Part 1 of 2)
Author: kirishimaayama
Images (x6): waterlemon_chi
Rating: PG (At least, Part 1 is...)
Pairing: 8059, minor 5927
Warnings: Uhr. Implication. Vaguely touches on Future Arc events.
Word Count: 1200+
A/N: For waterlemon_chi ^^ and her friends nuvola_cielo AND pestetada (Happy Birthday to you both! =DD)
Distraction (Part 1 of 2)
Fanfic Author: kirishimaayama
Initial Stimulus ((Coloured) 8059 image) and other five artworks: waterlemon_chi
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Yamamoto was distracted.
Intensely so, as he sat in the classroom, twirling a pen between his fingers and staring at the smooth nape of Gokudera, sitting a few rows ahead to his left. Yamamoto couldn’t quite figure out what it was that had commanded his attention so, but continued to watch. As Gokudera bent his head to write in his workbook, inadvertently Yamamoto’s eyes raked over where the silver hair brushed the skin of Gokudera’s neck. Such pale skin, he thought, looking at the skin of his own arm, tanned from the long hours of baseball, and back up at Gokudera. Such pretty skin. Ahead, Gokudera shifted in his seat as though he felt Yamamoto’s gaze.
“Yamamoto.” A curt voice broke his concentration.
Yamamoto flicked his attention over to the maths teacher who was giving him a disapproving look.
“Are you paying attention?”
“I, uh.”
Yamamoto looked back down at his workbook, and up at the board, realising he did not know what was going on. The usual grin was on his face, albeit sheepish, when he looked back at the teacher.
“Sorry, I was distracted.”
That admission landed him with extra homework.
It was due in two days, in time for their next maths class, and Yamamoto knew there was no chance he could skip out on doing it, but at least the teacher had not asked him to solve a question when he had no idea what was going on. His concentration was just on other things today.
“Tsk.” Gokudera said later on when school had been let out and he was waiting for Tsuna to finish packing. “What’s into you today?” He scowled, masking the concern Yamamoto could see in his eyes.
“I wonder.” Yamamoto replied, a smile still hovering on his lips, as he automatically packed his bag, eyes revolving around Gokudera’s face.
Gokudera blinked and coloured slightly. “W-What?” He snapped.
“Ah, I thought maybe you could help me with the homework, Gokudera, since you’re so good at maths.” Yamamoto said without even thinking, and put his hands together, making a little bow. “Please?”
Tsuna had overheard and came over, packed bag in one hand. “Ah, go and help Yamamoto, Gokudera-kun. You don’t have to accompany me today.”
Gokudera looked torn, but.... an order was an order, right?
“I’ll be fine.” Tsuna reassured him. “You know how strong I am.”
Gokudera looked reluctant, but nodded.
“Understood, Jyuudaime.” He replied.
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“C’mon, my place is closer.” Gokudera mumbled as they left the school.
Gokudera began to lead the way without much of a backward glance, as though forcing himself not to worry about his Jyuudaime. Yamamoto nodded absently and followed good-naturedly; contented to follow Gokudera anywhere he wanted to go. He again studied the back of Gokudera’s head as they walked, watching the silver hair rise and fall slowly with the motion of Gokudera’s walking and was almost overwhelmed with the desire to reach out and touch the soft-looking strands. Years of self-diligence were the only thing that stopped him now. Somehow he didn’t think the annoyed looking Gokudera would appreciate it at the moment.
Gokudera led Yamamoto to his apartment and led him inside. The decorations inside were not lavish, but the room was simply and elegantly furnished with items Gokudera obviously liked. A calendar hung on the wall, its page diligently on the current date, the 13th of February, as though in expectation of something. Yamamoto felt as though he had forgotten something, but dismissed it for the moment, and turned to survey the rest of the apartment. In the other room stood a piano, the cover open as though he had been playing and had forgotten to close it in a rush to get somewhere. Gokudera stalked over and closed the lid, firmly but carefully - and lovingly, no matter how much he wanted to deny it - and sat down at the table in the middle of the room.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He invited, spreading a hand held flat, palm up in welcome.
Yamamoto could make himself very comfortable indeed, but he had an inkling what he was thinking was probably not what Gokudera had in mind. He was not sure what it was about today, but Gokudera had captured all of his attention. A part of his mind strayed back to that day, ten years in the future, when Gokudera’s rejection of his help had hurt him and he had told Gokudera bluntly he wasn’t fit to be Tsuna’s right hand man. Gokudera’s acceptance after that had cheered him greatly. Although he was generally a happy-go-lucky guy, he didn’t quite know when he’d been happier.
He sat down at the table with Gokudera, and pulled out his books, scattering them on the table, before retrieving the pages of questions he had to do. Gokudera glanced at the sheets, gave way to his curiosity and picked one up, inspecting the questions.
“I’m not going to do it for you, understood? So try it yourself, and I’ll explain anything you don’t get, alright?”
“Right.” Yamamoto replied, taking out his mechanical pencil and attempting to focus on the sheet of questions. He frowned a little, trying to read the sheet, but none of the formulas made any sense to him. All that reverberated in his mind was the image of one Gokudera Hayato.
Yamamoto smiled a little, bringing his elbow up on the table and resting his head on his hand as he ducked his head low as if working, but he peeked up at Gokudera from between his eyelashes. Gokudera was scanning the second sheet of questions, frowning with a look of concentration, when he seemed to notice Yamamoto’s gaze on him, like earlier in the day.
He looked up with a scowl this time, glaring at Yamamoto.
“What?” He asked bluntly. “You should be working.”
Yamamoto only smiled deeper as thoughts whirled through his head, filled with Gokudera. Plans, perhaps insane ones, but plans he very much wanted to carry out. But this homework was due in two days time. Perhaps if he managed to finish it on his own that night, he could carry out those plans out the next day, if he could persuade Gokudera to help him ‘study’ again.
Gokudera meanwhile was colouring beneath the onslaught of Yamamoto’s intense gaze, though also scowling harder. “W-why aren’t you working, baseball idiot!”
Yamamoto barely heard him, thinking how cute Gokudera was when he laughed and was filled with excitement, then he wondered how his face would also look in pleasure. The mechanical pencil began to drop from his slack fingers, as his imagination carried him away. He could almost see himself reaching over and undoing the buttons on that shirt; running his fingertips over Gokudera’s chest, which had been injured so many times; bending closer until...
His lips touched Gokudera’s own soft ones.
Yamamoto jerked back from his little fantasy in surprise to see Gokudera looking partly annoyed and partly shocked at him. Gokudera had seen in those few short moments, a fierce part of Yamamoto he had not ever encountered before. Yet something told him there was more to that intensely passionate look in Yamamoto’s eyes than he could understand - at least at this point in time. The look seemed to pierce his soul, and he felt a small amount of irritation rising.
“Are you going to study or not?” Gokudera asked, seeming to regain a little of his composure, even as his face was still tinged a little red.
“Yes, of course.” Yamamoto replied, turning to his page of homework once again, yet as distracted as ever. He managed to force his brain to work through two questions, even as the lower part of his anatomy seemed to be stirring into life. Yamamoto’s mind drifted into yet another abyss, and then he gave a start and dropped his pencil once again.
Gokudera looked up warily from his sheet as Yamamoto pulled a diary from the mess of papers he had put on the desk earlier. Flicking through he finally realised the reason the date had seemed significant to him. Smiling, he wordlessly plucked the sheet of paper from Gokudera’s hand and shoved everything back inside his bag.
Gokudera watched in confusion as Yamamoto got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“I have to go,” Yamamoto made up on the spot, “I forgot that I need to get home early.”
“R-right.” Gokudera frowned at the suddenness.
“Help me study tomorrow, alright?” And with that, Yamamoto was out the door, his mind clearer than it had been all day as it churned with plans. Yamamoto could not concentrate with Gokudera so close, but he would endeavour to complete his work tonight, and then he would carry out his plans tomorrow. He would not be denied.
It looked to be an exciting day he would be looking forward to.
(To be continued in Part 2)
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Initial idea and all the arts credit goes to waterlemon_chi!! :3
I only wrote the fic. XD (And Part 2...contains lemon....)
-Kiri
Fic stems from the coloured art below, which was apparently inspired by my inundation of (Java) assignments (and excessive procrastination...). And in turn, the art inspired the fic! (Cyclical process ;D)
Title: Studying -- Distraction (Part 1 of 2)
Author: kirishimaayama
Images (x6): waterlemon_chi
Rating: PG (At least, Part 1 is...)
Pairing: 8059, minor 5927
Warnings: Uhr. Implication. Vaguely touches on Future Arc events.
Word Count: 1200+
A/N: For waterlemon_chi ^^ and her friends nuvola_cielo AND pestetada (Happy Birthday to you both! =DD)
Distraction (Part 1 of 2)
Fanfic Author: kirishimaayama
Initial Stimulus ((Coloured) 8059 image) and other five artworks: waterlemon_chi
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Yamamoto was distracted.
Intensely so, as he sat in the classroom, twirling a pen between his fingers and staring at the smooth nape of Gokudera, sitting a few rows ahead to his left. Yamamoto couldn’t quite figure out what it was that had commanded his attention so, but continued to watch. As Gokudera bent his head to write in his workbook, inadvertently Yamamoto’s eyes raked over where the silver hair brushed the skin of Gokudera’s neck. Such pale skin, he thought, looking at the skin of his own arm, tanned from the long hours of baseball, and back up at Gokudera. Such pretty skin. Ahead, Gokudera shifted in his seat as though he felt Yamamoto’s gaze.
“Yamamoto.” A curt voice broke his concentration.
Yamamoto flicked his attention over to the maths teacher who was giving him a disapproving look.
“Are you paying attention?”
“I, uh.”
Yamamoto looked back down at his workbook, and up at the board, realising he did not know what was going on. The usual grin was on his face, albeit sheepish, when he looked back at the teacher.
“Sorry, I was distracted.”
That admission landed him with extra homework.
It was due in two days, in time for their next maths class, and Yamamoto knew there was no chance he could skip out on doing it, but at least the teacher had not asked him to solve a question when he had no idea what was going on. His concentration was just on other things today.
“Tsk.” Gokudera said later on when school had been let out and he was waiting for Tsuna to finish packing. “What’s into you today?” He scowled, masking the concern Yamamoto could see in his eyes.
“I wonder.” Yamamoto replied, a smile still hovering on his lips, as he automatically packed his bag, eyes revolving around Gokudera’s face.
Gokudera blinked and coloured slightly. “W-What?” He snapped.
“Ah, I thought maybe you could help me with the homework, Gokudera, since you’re so good at maths.” Yamamoto said without even thinking, and put his hands together, making a little bow. “Please?”
Tsuna had overheard and came over, packed bag in one hand. “Ah, go and help Yamamoto, Gokudera-kun. You don’t have to accompany me today.”
Gokudera looked torn, but.... an order was an order, right?
“I’ll be fine.” Tsuna reassured him. “You know how strong I am.”
Gokudera looked reluctant, but nodded.
“Understood, Jyuudaime.” He replied.
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“C’mon, my place is closer.” Gokudera mumbled as they left the school.
Gokudera began to lead the way without much of a backward glance, as though forcing himself not to worry about his Jyuudaime. Yamamoto nodded absently and followed good-naturedly; contented to follow Gokudera anywhere he wanted to go. He again studied the back of Gokudera’s head as they walked, watching the silver hair rise and fall slowly with the motion of Gokudera’s walking and was almost overwhelmed with the desire to reach out and touch the soft-looking strands. Years of self-diligence were the only thing that stopped him now. Somehow he didn’t think the annoyed looking Gokudera would appreciate it at the moment.
Gokudera led Yamamoto to his apartment and led him inside. The decorations inside were not lavish, but the room was simply and elegantly furnished with items Gokudera obviously liked. A calendar hung on the wall, its page diligently on the current date, the 13th of February, as though in expectation of something. Yamamoto felt as though he had forgotten something, but dismissed it for the moment, and turned to survey the rest of the apartment. In the other room stood a piano, the cover open as though he had been playing and had forgotten to close it in a rush to get somewhere. Gokudera stalked over and closed the lid, firmly but carefully - and lovingly, no matter how much he wanted to deny it - and sat down at the table in the middle of the room.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He invited, spreading a hand held flat, palm up in welcome.
Yamamoto could make himself very comfortable indeed, but he had an inkling what he was thinking was probably not what Gokudera had in mind. He was not sure what it was about today, but Gokudera had captured all of his attention. A part of his mind strayed back to that day, ten years in the future, when Gokudera’s rejection of his help had hurt him and he had told Gokudera bluntly he wasn’t fit to be Tsuna’s right hand man. Gokudera’s acceptance after that had cheered him greatly. Although he was generally a happy-go-lucky guy, he didn’t quite know when he’d been happier.
He sat down at the table with Gokudera, and pulled out his books, scattering them on the table, before retrieving the pages of questions he had to do. Gokudera glanced at the sheets, gave way to his curiosity and picked one up, inspecting the questions.
“I’m not going to do it for you, understood? So try it yourself, and I’ll explain anything you don’t get, alright?”
“Right.” Yamamoto replied, taking out his mechanical pencil and attempting to focus on the sheet of questions. He frowned a little, trying to read the sheet, but none of the formulas made any sense to him. All that reverberated in his mind was the image of one Gokudera Hayato.
Yamamoto smiled a little, bringing his elbow up on the table and resting his head on his hand as he ducked his head low as if working, but he peeked up at Gokudera from between his eyelashes. Gokudera was scanning the second sheet of questions, frowning with a look of concentration, when he seemed to notice Yamamoto’s gaze on him, like earlier in the day.
He looked up with a scowl this time, glaring at Yamamoto.
“What?” He asked bluntly. “You should be working.”
Yamamoto only smiled deeper as thoughts whirled through his head, filled with Gokudera. Plans, perhaps insane ones, but plans he very much wanted to carry out. But this homework was due in two days time. Perhaps if he managed to finish it on his own that night, he could carry out those plans out the next day, if he could persuade Gokudera to help him ‘study’ again.
Gokudera meanwhile was colouring beneath the onslaught of Yamamoto’s intense gaze, though also scowling harder. “W-why aren’t you working, baseball idiot!”
Yamamoto barely heard him, thinking how cute Gokudera was when he laughed and was filled with excitement, then he wondered how his face would also look in pleasure. The mechanical pencil began to drop from his slack fingers, as his imagination carried him away. He could almost see himself reaching over and undoing the buttons on that shirt; running his fingertips over Gokudera’s chest, which had been injured so many times; bending closer until...
His lips touched Gokudera’s own soft ones.
Yamamoto jerked back from his little fantasy in surprise to see Gokudera looking partly annoyed and partly shocked at him. Gokudera had seen in those few short moments, a fierce part of Yamamoto he had not ever encountered before. Yet something told him there was more to that intensely passionate look in Yamamoto’s eyes than he could understand - at least at this point in time. The look seemed to pierce his soul, and he felt a small amount of irritation rising.
“Are you going to study or not?” Gokudera asked, seeming to regain a little of his composure, even as his face was still tinged a little red.
“Yes, of course.” Yamamoto replied, turning to his page of homework once again, yet as distracted as ever. He managed to force his brain to work through two questions, even as the lower part of his anatomy seemed to be stirring into life. Yamamoto’s mind drifted into yet another abyss, and then he gave a start and dropped his pencil once again.
Gokudera looked up warily from his sheet as Yamamoto pulled a diary from the mess of papers he had put on the desk earlier. Flicking through he finally realised the reason the date had seemed significant to him. Smiling, he wordlessly plucked the sheet of paper from Gokudera’s hand and shoved everything back inside his bag.
Gokudera watched in confusion as Yamamoto got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“I have to go,” Yamamoto made up on the spot, “I forgot that I need to get home early.”
“R-right.” Gokudera frowned at the suddenness.
“Help me study tomorrow, alright?” And with that, Yamamoto was out the door, his mind clearer than it had been all day as it churned with plans. Yamamoto could not concentrate with Gokudera so close, but he would endeavour to complete his work tonight, and then he would carry out his plans tomorrow. He would not be denied.
It looked to be an exciting day he would be looking forward to.
(To be continued in Part 2)
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Initial idea and all the arts credit goes to waterlemon_chi!! :3
I only wrote the fic. XD (And Part 2...contains lemon....)
-Kiri