[reborn | 8059] (currently untitled again)
Title: (currently untitled again)
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 489
Warning: BL
Comments: Continuation of the first untitled fic. This is a cute omake drabble I guess. Can be read on its own as well. :)
"Ne, Gokudera," Yamamoto called out as he lay on the table behind the grey hair boy.
"Go~ku~de~ra~," Yamamoto called out again. Ever since that day on the roof top, Gokudera has been trying to avoid the baseball freak, out of sheer embarrassment and not knowing how to face the said boy.
But today, they couldn't avoid each other. Tsuna's mother had invited all of them back home for dinner. As the three of them was about to head out of school together, Tsuna got called back by the teacher, hence leaving his two "hench men" waiting in class for him.
Seeing that he won’t be getting any reaction, Yamamoto started kicking Gokudera's chair. "Go~ku~de~ra~~~," he tried calling the boy again.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Gokudera finally responded.
The black haired boy simply smiled as wide as possible, "You finally decided to talk to me!"
"........," Gokudera couldn't respond and tried to look away from the boy.
"Ne, Gokudera, my wound kinda itch. Can you see if anything is wrong with it?" Yamamoto asked causally and scratched a little under the eye patch.
"No can do. I left my glasses at home," Gokudera replied, tried to turn away from the one-eye boy.
Yamamoto grabbed Gokudera's arm and forced the boy to face him instead. "You can always move closer," Yamamoto said, smirking a little.
"Fine!" Gokudera replied, wanting to get over and done with this awkward situation. He moved out of his seat and stood in front of Yamamoto. He moved his face slightly closer, squinting a little, trying to focus on the injured eye.
"You're squinting. Are you sure you can see from that distance?" Yamamoto asked cheekily as he placed his hand on Gokudera's back, just above the hip bone. Gokudera's face flushed unsure whether he should push the boy away or pretend it didn't happen. It’s not that he didn't like the feeling, it was just awkward. But ever since Yamamoto confessed on the roof top, the voices in Gokudera's had been going on and on non-stop, arguing whether he should accept the baseball freak.
"It...it looks okay," Gokudera stuttered. He was certain that this moment he would be oozing blood from his ears soon from the sheer closeness.
"Are you sure? Maybe you should move closer," Yamamoto suggested as he looked up at the blushing boy, pressing the grey-hair boy closer to himself.
"I said, it's f-" Gokudera tried to retort but his mouth was surprisingly caught by the one-eye boy's lips. Instead of pushing Yamamoto away, Gokudera decided to let his body and emotions take over him instead and gave into to the kiss. Yamamoto broke the kiss and grinned extremely wide and said, "I'm sure it's fine now," and gave Gokudera a kiss on his nose. "Your kiss healed it," he whispered and hugged the boy as gently as possible, afraid he might run away. Except, this time, he is certain that Gokudera wouldn't.
Characters/Pairing: 8059
Word Count: 489
Warning: BL
Comments: Continuation of the first untitled fic. This is a cute omake drabble I guess. Can be read on its own as well. :)
"Ne, Gokudera," Yamamoto called out as he lay on the table behind the grey hair boy.
"Go~ku~de~ra~," Yamamoto called out again. Ever since that day on the roof top, Gokudera has been trying to avoid the baseball freak, out of sheer embarrassment and not knowing how to face the said boy.
But today, they couldn't avoid each other. Tsuna's mother had invited all of them back home for dinner. As the three of them was about to head out of school together, Tsuna got called back by the teacher, hence leaving his two "hench men" waiting in class for him.
Seeing that he won’t be getting any reaction, Yamamoto started kicking Gokudera's chair. "Go~ku~de~ra~~~," he tried calling the boy again.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Gokudera finally responded.
The black haired boy simply smiled as wide as possible, "You finally decided to talk to me!"
"........," Gokudera couldn't respond and tried to look away from the boy.
"Ne, Gokudera, my wound kinda itch. Can you see if anything is wrong with it?" Yamamoto asked causally and scratched a little under the eye patch.
"No can do. I left my glasses at home," Gokudera replied, tried to turn away from the one-eye boy.
Yamamoto grabbed Gokudera's arm and forced the boy to face him instead. "You can always move closer," Yamamoto said, smirking a little.
"Fine!" Gokudera replied, wanting to get over and done with this awkward situation. He moved out of his seat and stood in front of Yamamoto. He moved his face slightly closer, squinting a little, trying to focus on the injured eye.
"You're squinting. Are you sure you can see from that distance?" Yamamoto asked cheekily as he placed his hand on Gokudera's back, just above the hip bone. Gokudera's face flushed unsure whether he should push the boy away or pretend it didn't happen. It’s not that he didn't like the feeling, it was just awkward. But ever since Yamamoto confessed on the roof top, the voices in Gokudera's had been going on and on non-stop, arguing whether he should accept the baseball freak.
"It...it looks okay," Gokudera stuttered. He was certain that this moment he would be oozing blood from his ears soon from the sheer closeness.
"Are you sure? Maybe you should move closer," Yamamoto suggested as he looked up at the blushing boy, pressing the grey-hair boy closer to himself.
"I said, it's f-" Gokudera tried to retort but his mouth was surprisingly caught by the one-eye boy's lips. Instead of pushing Yamamoto away, Gokudera decided to let his body and emotions take over him instead and gave into to the kiss. Yamamoto broke the kiss and grinned extremely wide and said, "I'm sure it's fine now," and gave Gokudera a kiss on his nose. "Your kiss healed it," he whispered and hugged the boy as gently as possible, afraid he might run away. Except, this time, he is certain that Gokudera wouldn't.