#(To me you are more than perfect. Gokudera Haru)

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmulti

Gokudera wasn’t fully healed, but one could argue that he was well enough to move. That said, the definition of ‘well enough to move around’ differed for Gokudera. He probably interprets that statement as: If I need to join a fight, I will, much to Haru’s chagrin.

At him glaring at her, she returns fire with her own glare. “Gokudera Hayato.” You aren’t going to intimidate her. “I’m not moving.” Not yet, anyways. She knows there’s nothing that can be done or said to dissuade him from going to Tsuna’s aid, and it wasn’t her intention either… but-!

Feet firmly planted on the ground, “I’m not stepping aside if you don’t have a plan that isn’t recklessly risking your life. Tsuna-san wouldn’t want that from you.” She shoves a compactly packed first aid kit into his arms. “I hope you won’t be needing this, but take this with you in case anyone needs it.”

“If you don’t want me going after you because I’m that worried about you, convince me you’re not going there to die.” You think she wouldn’t follow you? You know just as well as she that she would.  

[queenharumiura]

It certainly was going to take her a bit of getting used to having him be so gentle with her, and showing affection with his actions like this. Her face flushes red when he kisses the back of her hand and she hides her face behind her free hand. The sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears could probably be felt in her pulse of the hand he was holding.

A tiny giggle, ‘It’s just like in the shoujo-manga or the dramas.’ Somehow, she’d assumed that he wouldn’t change the way he acted around a lover, but he was readily proving otherwise. Guess even the big bad storm guardian can allow moments of softness and sweetness when it came to the person he loved.

“Haru can see why kisses to the back of the hand are so popular. It’s dangerous for the heart.” No wonder it’s such a common trope in all sorts of romance media. It really had a way of making your heart flutter in excitement.

Still hiding the bottom half of her face with her hand, “you probably have a lot of work to do, right? Haru should let you go soon.” Was she really trying to get back home so no one else had to see her right now after she just cried buckets? She won’t say no.

This was still new to him and something they both would probably take some adjusting to, new relationships were like. Nothing was perfect and it was all a matter of taking it slow and being honest with one another. Haru was a girl he felt was actually worth the work of a relationship.

Gokudera was never a man to go back on his word, a promise was a promise even if it cost his life. However this, thankfully wasn't a matter of life and death, it was a matter of life and not exactly love yet but a relationship nonetheless. Something else he was slowly coming to terms with. This was real, they were actually together now.

Those three words that had been so hard for him before were coming on easier and easier as they went step-by-step. He laced his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. "I love you too, Haru."

[indigosprite]

In another ask, you shared your thoughts on why you didn’t like 6996 etc. do you think 2795 share the same problem? I think while Tsuna and Kyoko doesn’t seem as weird as 6996 on the surface upon further speculation and reading works where Kyoko becomes this bamf vongola tenth wife who does anything for Tsuna, it sort of treads the same vibe as Chrome and Mukuro in some way. Idk I just want to hear your thoughts on maybe 2795 and maybe 2786 as well.

Hi hi

Had to search these because I literally did not have any ships for this show until I rewatched it and just merged my favorite characters into one pair that happened to be a ship. I  forget the others exist...With that being said, take this with a grain of salt because I honestly don’t even think about these ships a lot, forget they even exist. How KHR was written will always make the the very idea of Tsuna with any of the female characters feel weird or odd unless you’ve managed to read or create enough Fanon that changes your characterization of the original dynamic. I don’t think they share the same problem but maybe a similar one ? Tsuna and any female character compared to Mukuro and Chrome is very different in my opinion. (funnily enough it’s also because Mukuro isn’t a misogynist shsjsjsj) 6996 could work, they actually have a relationship that’s very personal to both parties and unlike 2795 they’re both aware of it and have a distinct unique connection with each other that consists of shared interests trust and mutual respect. it’s just odd to think about because chrome looks up to Mukuro and the power imbalance feels weird, he’s literally keeping her alive. (Which I know is disgustingly sweet I find it very heartwarming. )

2795 is this one sided crush with zero redeeming qualities. There was nothing remotely romantic or intriguing happening between Tsuna and Kyoko the entire series. If we took out Tsuna’s inner thoughts we honestly would’ve thought she was just this nice girl he knows from school. If we took out Tsuna’s thoughts in general and left it up to the fandom pulling this ship out of their butts it would honestly be 1000% cuter. All their interactions read like

“this girl is so lovely I really like her and she’s talking to me that’s amazing”

“Thanks for the pencil. Do your best on the test okay?”

I’m not swooning over the most lackluster interactions on the planet because he is over romanticizing it. Even the reason why he likes her is not that interesting or convincing. Which I mean I get it he’s only 14 he’s not thinking about all the small stuff like emotional support or validation or like not wanting to be alone etc. It’s still just you’re pretty let’s be happy all the time while you hold my hand forever. He deserves that he’s literally a kid. but even when i was younger i didn’t see it between them ever. On top of their interactions being boring they never give us things that make you go “oh wait she might actually like him hmmm” . they could have tried a little harder to make it a little more romantic? sometimes they show us Kyoko in a pink background hands clasped surrounded by hearts and I forget she’s supposed to be viewed in that light. I forget we’re supposed to actually consider her liking him too but what are we supposed to think Kyoko is looking for in a guy that makes Tsuna a possibility when she doesn't exist past eating cake and worrying about her brother and Tsuna. I think it’s also fair to note that they never imply that Tsuna actually thinks about her beyond his image of her but we see how caring he is with his friends to the point where he can point out their flaws and work through them anyways and accept them. Tsuna realizing Yamamoto was not himself during the Guardians trial is a perfect example of this, it establishes the relationship they built with one another. another example is Tsuna acknowledging that Gokudera is overwhelming and short tempered but he wouldn’t trade the guy for anyone because he is loyal and a good friend.  he cares for Kyoko as a person in general but he never reaches that depth when it comes to her. he doesn’t have to either because it’s just a crush, how you manage to take that through the next ten years of his life I honestly don’t know. 

TL;DR : My ONLY problem with 2795 is the fact that there is nothing to work off of but the implication that Tsuna likes this girl and that’s why they are endgame. she matters very little, just a figurehead of his normalcy. she’s written just as badly in fics, can I blame you? no you were probably like 14 writing them. do a lot of people still do this ? yeah so i’m just not interested until the fanon has changed her character for everyone. 

I know I sound super hypocritical because “Sprite what the fuck does 6918 have that’s soooo intriguing they actually canonically hate each other how is that any better.” the answer: Mukuro and Hibari have a more established relationship with mutual feelings than those two, even better they’re actually really strong feelings (of pure hatred). Bonus, despite being aloof both characters also have fully developed personalities and Opinions/Behaviors that we can mold however we please. they actually have a relationship to play around with that's what makes it fun and lets you have those “actually they’re pretty similar in this aspect” because you know shit about both of them individually. 

Now for 2786,,, as i sit here and think about it Haru and Tsuna make so much more sense for all the reasons him and kyoko don’t . 

Kyoko and Haru were already made solely to be Tsuna’s love interests (specifically Kyoko) , but then it went on to be something they didn’t even bother hiding when they reduced their characters and their interests to looking after kids and repeatedly worrying over Tsuna. The reason I don’t find it appealing is because there really wasn’t any dynamic there at all. This boy liked this girl and that’s literally all it was. She has no depth , and despite being written for him nothing about Kyoko screams you’re perfect for this kid. Nothing says, You’re compatible, You have common interests, you two can rely on each other. She was pretty and nice and polite and that’s all they shared along with half the cast. With Haru they went the completely opposite direction, this girl likes him and is upfront about it. she's not a better candidate just because she's not the typical pretty girl whos quiet and polite and caring,(She’s not the better written female character either, this is reborn. they all lose here.) she’s the better candidate because we actually have a personality to compare to Tuna's. she was purposely given this big personality because he was never going to be in love with her because she’s like all the other intruding figures of his life. Again we have this one sided crush, know he doesn’t like her at all but you can actually see where they do go right and wrong. she’s a complete person. 

Haru can handle a little wild in her life, she was the first one to know he would be a mafia boss and it didn’t phase her at all. Tsuna might need that later in life.

In the future when Tsuna finds her crying she tells him not to think her feelings have anything to do with him, completely different dynamic from kyoko whos emotions are always directly related to male characters and what they are doing. 

Haru and her cosplays are so perfectly absurd and she does not care how weird he finds them, she has this big embarrassing trait to her that Tsuna comically responds to but just grows to overlook and accept.  

she actually talks to Tsuna quite a lot and helps him out whenever she can, because he doesn't like her she's allowed to actually exist in his world and he sees her fully because of it. It makes sense to see his significant other who will be involved in the mafia as an asset who he wants to protect and not just...something he needs to protect bc they honestly don't want this.

she interviews the entire cast of the show because haru just fits there, in a yamamoto like way, she can just handle it. 

Tsuna and Haru could have been perfect friends or a couple. they had the grounds for it. it’s just not what he wanted but I can totally see them working out for each other later in life. they make so much sense! i’ll have to think about them more sometime soon. 

Hope I answered you questions, this got long.

[twilightfragments]

Denial Can Be a Two-Sided Thing

Title: Denial Can Be a Two-Sided Thing

Author: OfSnakesandCentaurs

Rating: T

Event: @khrrarepairweek

Prompt: Sun Day (Isekai AU/Shocking, Hilarious Reveals)

Summary: The journey to realize one’s feelings is never an easy one, and you might find yourself being the last person to find out.

Tags/Warnings: Cursing

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For two very, very smart people, Haru and Hayato weren’t that great in being inconspicuous.

They liked to claim otherwise, but they’re both people who wore their emotions on their sleeves, and weren’t the subtlest when it came to their actions. 

And it was even more funny when it turned out they were the last people to find out about their feelings for each other.

I. Yamamoto

Yamamoto likes to think that he’s pretty close to the hot-headed Storm Guardian. 

That didn’t mean they always get along, but he had become surprisingly adept at reading what’s in the silver-haired Italian’s mind, even when he was still very much dense about other things.

As a result, he had his first suspicion when Gokudera nearly blew up a guy for making inappropriate comments about Haru.

They were hanging out with the girls and the kids, simply walking down Namimori and enjoying the day. Gokudera had grumbled a bit when he was dragged along, but he didn’t seem to mind that much.

For a while, Yamamoto had thought that nothing would happen.

And then some guy just had to go and ruin it. 

“Looking good, babes. Especially you, Ms. Ponytail.” A guy walking the opposite direction cat-called, winking in Haru’s direction. The girls visibly flinched, and although they tried to smile, Yamamoto could tell that they were uncomfortable as they scooted closer to each other.

Yamamoto clenched his fist, and was about to say something to bring the mood up when he heard Gokudera clicked his tongue beside him. 

“Excuse me, Juudaime, but I just remembered I have something to take care of.”

“Huh? Oh, ok, Gokudera-san. See you later.”

Gokudera smiled brightly at Tsuna, but somehow Yamamoto could tell that there was something hiding behind that smile. Something just waiting to explode. So as the silver-haired Italian walked off, Yamamoto couldn’t help but worry.

“Sorry Tsuna, I just remembered I have something to do to.” 

He ran to catch up with Gokudera, whose face was becoming darker and darker with fury as he headed in the direction of the guy.

“Ma, ma, Gokudera, calm down.” He waved his hands around, but Gokudera didn’t notice him at all and began to get some of his dynamites out. “Come on, let’s not do anything drastic here-WAIT WHERE ARE YOU PUTTING THOSE?!”

“THAT’S FOR MAKING INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS YOU FUCKING PERVERT!”

II. Bianchi

Bianchi knows love more than anyone, so she could safely say that she was the first person to notice the signs. Sure, they argue more than what was necessary, but if you ask her opinion she would say that there’s undeniably some kind of tension there.

That thought only solidified when she saw Haru taking care of her dear brother.

“Thank you for doing this, Haru.”

“No problem, Bianchi-san. I was in the neighborhood anyways.” The brunette smiled as wiped some of the sweat off Hayato’s face.

It all started when Hayato came to the Sawada’s house looking for Tsuna, put he was met with Bianchi instead. And to no one’s surprise, he fainted the moment he saw her face. Normally, she would stay and take care of him, but she was due to go on an errand with Mama.

Luckily, Haru was nearby (probably also looking for Tsuna) and she was roped into looking after Hayato. She didn’t object, which was surprising to Bianchi. Not to say there wasn’t some initial objections, but she agreed faster than Bianchi thought.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Bianchi asked. “My brother can be a handful.”

“Don’t worry, Bianchi-san. I can handle things here.”

The pink-haired girl nodded and walked towards the door. She trusted Haru, after all, she was a good girl. As Bianchi neared the exit, she couldn’t help but glance back one more time, and saw Haru smiling down at Hayato while moving some stray hairs from his face.

Yup, there was definitely something there.

Now to get them together.

III. Kyoko

Kyoko never gave the idea of Gokudera and Haru possibly liking each other any thought. After all, from what she could tell, they absolutely cannot stand each other. And yet, something happened that made her question it.

They had just been at La Namimorine, and was on their way home. Kyoko was laughing and talking, but quickly stopped when she noticed that the brunette wasn’t by her side.

She swivelled her head to see Haru’s eyes glued onto a shop window. Cocking her head to one side in confusion, she walked over to see what Haru was looking at.

“A leather jacket?” Kyoko asked. “Why are you looking at that, Haru-chan?”

“Hahi!” Haru jolted. “Kyoko-chan! Sorry, did I get distracted?”

“It’s ok. Were you thinking about buying that?”

“Haru doesn’t know. It’s not for Haru.”

“Oh? Who’re you planning to buy that for?”

The brunette turned away abruptly, her cheeks flaring a crimson shade. She mumbled something that Kyoko couldn’t make out.

“Ano, what did you say Haru-chan?”

“Gokudera-san.” She quietly muttered, but it was enough for her to be able to hear it. Kyoko blinked in surprise.

“Hehh? Is that so? I didn’t expect that.”

“D-don’t get Haru wrong! It’s for his birthday!” Haru waved her hands around frantically.

“Really? Is his birthday coming up? I never knew.”

“Bianchi told Haru. Haru still doesn’t know if she should get him anything, he’s so rude to her.” Haru harrumphs, but then her voice softened. “But then again, Gokudera-san did give Haru that sketchbook she wanted on her birthday.”

Kyoko watched Haru, a smile appearing on her face. She remembered that sketchbook, the brunette had fawned over it for days. 

“Maybe you should, it certainly fits that bad boy look he has going on.”

“But Haru doesn’t even know his size!” She exclaimed. She gave the jacket one more look before turning away. “You know what? Maybe not, maybe Haru will find something else. Let’s go home Kyoko-chan.” Haru walked ahead of Kyoko.

The brown-haired girl gazed at the jacket and smiled wider before catching up with Haru.

IV. Reborn

Reborn would like to call bull on every single person who claimed that they saw the signs first because he was undoubtedly and unquestionable the first person to know about it. Hell, he even knew about it before they began to act even remotely civilized towards each other.

It was the usual chaotic day at the Sawada household. Lambo annoying Gokudera as the silver-haired Storm Guardian chased after the five-year-old. Haru was also joining the chase, shouting for Gokudera to “stop bullying Lambo.” 

When it inevitably ended with Lambo crying, Haru scooped him up and began reprimanding Gokudera, which quickly turned into a full-blown argument. Now, for any normal human they would see it for what it is. An argument. 

But Reborn saw more than that. He saw the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of Gokudera’s lips. He saw Haru’s eyebrows scrunching up in anger, but also saw the tiniest blush on her cheeks. And most importantly, he saw their eyes, the way they looked at each other.

Cautious, maybe some annoyance, but there was curiosity and some interest.

Ah, they were being so obvious.

“What are you smiling about Reborn?”

“None of your business, Tsuna.”

“Heh, that’s creepy.”

That remark earned Tsuna a smack.

V. Hayato/Haru

Hayato didn’t know how he was roped into walking the damn woman home. It was Reborn who requested, almost demanding, it and even Juudaime had agreed, saying that it was dangerous for a girl to walk alone at night.

He could agree with that, he might not be able to stand her, but that didn’t mean he wanted something to happen to her. And the walk had been silent so far, something he was grateful for, as he could still hear her loud voice ringing in his ears.

“Ano Gokudera-san?”

“What?” He said gruffly. Haru frowned, but astonishingly she didn’t blew up.

“Haru heard that your birthday was coming up.”

“Ha? Who told you that?”

“Bianchi-san did.”

Hayato furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what she wanted. “So?”

“Are you doing anything?”

“Probably not,” he snorted. “It’s just another day to me.”

“Hahi! How could you say that? A person’s birthday is important! It’s the day you’re born!”

“So what? It’s not like I’ve had many good memories of my birthday.”

That put a damp mood on the conversation as Haru’s eyes widened. She saw that he was trying to act nonchalant, but the sight of his eyes looking downcast told her otherwise. But she didn’t know what to say, so she kept silent.

They kept on walking, the awkward silence descending on them like a curtain. Hayato bristled, the silence affecting him more than he realized. 

“Why did you want to know anyways?” He couldn’t take it anymore and asked.

Haru snapped her head up. “Huh? Oh, Haru just want to know when she should bring the present.”

“You got me something? Geez woman, you shouldn’t have.”

“Why not? Gokudera-san gave Haru that sketchbook on her birthday, it was only fair for Haru to give something back.”

“Oh...right...that.” Hayato cursed his face for becoming red against his will for some unknown reason. “Did you like it?”

“Yes, Haru did! Haru has been inspired lately, and the sketchbook is very useful!”

“That’s good.” He couldn’t stop the grin from appearing when seeing her acting so upbeat. “Listen, if you want, maybe we can do something tomorrow. N-not just the two of us, of course!” He frantically said when he saw the flabbergasted look she gave him. “With everyone! I don’t know, just something small.”

“That’s perfect!” She smiled. “Maybe Bianchi-san can make you a cake!” She didn’t notice the way his face blanched and become deathly green.

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled, but the grin was still there. “Just don’t give me something weird, stupid woman.”

“Hahi! It’s not weird!! And Haru’s name is Haru, not woman!”

As usual, they began arguing after that, but now more aware of that strange, inexplicable feeling blooming inside their heart.

Well, it was a start, at least.

[sweetdeathwrites]

silent night

Summary: Holiday shopping is always stressful, but somehow, Gokudera managed to finish shopping even with the added responsibilities of his duties as right hand man to Tsuna and the organization of the annual Vongola-Varia holiday party. Still, Gokudera can't shake the feeling that he's missing something... and he hates not knowing.

[23 year old!Gokudera Hayato/Reader] Warnings: angst, doubt, self-hatred, guilt.... the full package baby! plus some sexual innuendo/referenced sexual situations

Word Count: 6,253

(reposted [crossposted? idk what that means...] from my Luna/AO3 account!)

(Original author’s note and details:

[a gift for dark_wing19 in the 2018 Holiday Fic Trade!! Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy!] A/N: Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas if you celebrate that, and Happy New Year! This was so incredibly fun to write and I never really pegged myself as the type of person to enjoy writing holiday fic!! I mention a few times about the Vongola having a Holiday party instead of a Christmas party because I wanted to be respectful of all readers, but also because don’t you think the Vongola would do just that?? I can imagine the Vongola and Varia getting into arguments about how to celebrate everyone’s holidays without having multiple parties because, as we all know, parties that extend well into hundreds of people are no doubt expensive, but more importantly, the Vongola and Varia are very busy people! And all that plane fare for those groups going from one place to the other?? That would just break the bank! I like to imagine the top bosses (yes, I’m including Dino) gathering together and deciding that they will all have one big party together, and celebrate every holiday and religious day that occurs within the season! I think the bosses can be very reasonable when it comes to parties. This fic is for dark_wing19!! I’m really sorry about the wait, I had this almost done by Dec 24th and planned to post on Christmas but time got away from me and blah blah blah… It IS still technically within the deadline so I hope you didn’t wait too long! I tried to use all prompts, “In search of the perfect gift,” “All I want for Christmas is you,” “Sometimes the best gifts aren’t materialistic,” and “It’s the thought that counts!”. Hope you enjoy it! It got weirdly angsty for a hot sec so sorry about that lol I imagine Gokudera and the gang are older in here, but not quiet 10YL! Yet. Maybe they’re 23?)

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It’s that time of the year again. Bells are ringing, children play in the freshly fallen snow, and the storefronts sparkle with unbeatable, slashed deals. It’s twilight, and Christmas trees and light decorations shine warmly in nearby parks, leaving the general feeling of contentedness twisting in the air. Couples walk down the street, arm in arm, blushing with a gentle passion as their little intimate bubbles of love remain unburst by the slow muddle of foot traffic. The one, teensy, ashen little smudge on the eve of the most magical time of the year is currently pushing against traffic, through lovebirds who squawk in protest and annoyance, and stepping in wide arcs much too harshly, crunching and slushing freshly fallen snow. Children complain and some throw feeble snowballs, but they all miss (did they want to deal with the consequences of if, by some terrible, unlikely miracle, they hit him?). Big, poisonous clouds of smoke curl out from his nostrils like some sort of fairy tale dragon, and lovers and young ones alike know to stay clear from him. This man is Gokudera Hayato.

Gokudera has his mind on other things, though. Right now, he’s thinking of his boss and friends– the people he’s been calling his family for years. He’s marking down everyone he’s gotten presents for and which gift wrap would suit them the best (because of course he’s going to color code them– how could he not?), all the while shouldering his way back to his shared apartment with you. Finally, his gift shopping was over! It was long and hard, with a famiglia as big as his, but the famous Smoking Bomber got through it all, even if he was cutting it a little close to the deadline! Confident in his memory, Gokudera checks his mental list (more than twice, in fact) to be sure everyone is accounted for. He is proud of himself for this, which isn’t something he can say about everything he does.

“Tsuna’s got a new watch, tie, and cologne set… Baseball idiot has a gift card to that stupid milk-based snack store and knife sharpening stones… Even Turf-Top has tickets to a boxing tournament… Lambo… that kid’s got candy… Who else…?” Gokudera murmurs to himself as he trods home, weary and eager to put down the multitude of bags that have been digging pale, red indents into his skin for the past few hours, cutting off circulation and making his already sour attitude almost unbearable. Gokudera hoists the paper straps higher up his forearms and regrips the about dozen in his hands with a new intensity: just a few more minutes and he would be home. Home with you– a hot chocolate in his hands, some soft holiday music playing in the background, and a blanket wrapped around him and the most lovely little minx he’s ever seen in his life: you! By now, the pile of presents under the Holiday tree (named so, by all of the Vongola to respect every member’s religion and beliefs!) must be taller than the tree itself!

Gokudera has hardly had a second to take for himself in the past few weeks, consumed by business and his duties as Tsuna’s right hand man, not to mention organizing the Vongola Holiday Hullabaloo (named by popular vote in order to be truly inclusive, and also, perhaps to be just the slightest bit silly. Gokudera can’t say it with a serious face. The Vongola family uses every possible chance to make him say it.) single handedly. Maybe the single handedly part was Gokudera’s own fault, as he stubbornly refused help from anyone… But besides that, and the gift buying, Gokudera sighs with the relief that comes from finally finishing all his tasks. Now that he has a second to himself, Gokudera can’t help but wonder what may lie under the Holiday tree for him… Maybe you got him some new jewelry, or perhaps a piece of technology from Giovanni that would allow him to modify his boxes with even more firepower! Or maybe a coupon for a couple’s massage excursion– no, a full on spa day together? With that thought, Gokudera takes a deep, slow breath.

Calm down, boy, he thinks to himself, Don’t get excited over what you don’t know.

In truth, Gokudera has been rather stressed lately. He misses the time he had, before this chaotic season, that he spent with you.

In his thoughts, everything seems perfect. Gokudera’s fantasizing about hurrying home and collapsing in your arms is a bit dramatic– what else can be expected of him?– but there’s something bothering him… Something at the back of his mind that just gnaws and gnaws until suddenly, but building ever so slowly, there are big holes of anxiety in his brain like swiss cheese. What the hell is missing?

“Shit,” Gokudera mumbles. He finally moves away from impeding pedestrian traffic and finds a small bench where he can rest his feet for a bit, but more importantly, riffle through his purchases. He feels like something’s missing. It’s a feeling he absolutely hates.

“Tsuna, Yamamoto, Ryohei, Lambo, Mukuro and Chrome, Hibari, Kyoko, Haru, Big Sis, some smaller stuff for the Varia… A box of chocolates for Tsuna’s Maman… Reborn…”

The more Gokudera digs through dozens of paper bags, the harder a feeling of emptiness sets in. His brow furrows as he counts every gift once more, grinding the butt of his nearly smoked out cigarette between his teeth.

What the hell is missing?

Feeling the frustration build, he pulls out his pack and lights another cigarette, rubbing out the used one on the bench. Gokudera fumbles around in his winter coat for a lighter he knows is in there and bites the fresh cigarette between his teeth. After coming up empty, he drops the rest of the bags the were weighing on his wrists to search his other pocket– he knows he has his lighter in there somewhere!

Gokudera’s fingers find it in the downy inner pocket of the overcoat, next to a small, but very important box that he’s kept in there for a few months, blunt nails bumping against smooth plastic that he’s so familiar with. The muscles around his mouth tug in what you, his darling beloved would call a slight smile; strangers that hurriedly pass him might call it different. The hunched man seated on a bench in the snow, surrounded by too many bags for a single man to carry, glaring pure heat indiscriminately at everything that moves would be more inclined to call that a grimace, or less politely, a full out snarl. However, the relief and joy Gokudera feels just grabbing the lighter make him feel like he’s walking on Cloud Nine.

He pulls it out, strikes the mechanism, and takes a long huff of that little stick of poison. The lighter is pink and covered with worn (or the term Gokudera prefers, “well loved”) stickers of kitties and hearts and cream puffs. You gave it to him on your one-year anniversary, before you realized how much of a problem his smoking habit was and how dangerous the consequences of smoking were. By your second shared anniversary, you totally denounced smoking and your previous gift, instead urging him to wean himself off and maybe start using nicotine patches, or get on prescriptions to help him off smoking.

Gokudera smiles at your concern, and with your help he’s been able to significantly reduce how much he smokes. But old habits die hard and he needs some instant relief right now. Taking another puff and feeling the nicotine swim in his lungs, filling him with a familiar sense of ease, he can’t help but feel little wiggling worm of guilt for smoking not just one, but two cigarettes in a single day. It’s been stressful, he tries to placate himself. Gokudera wonders how you’ll take the strong smell of ash on his mouth when you kiss him to welcome him home.

You kissing him is one of his favorite activities to do with you– among many others– and he wonders if you’ll abstain from that lovely affection again like you did when he last smoked this much in a day…

He doesn’t want to miss out on a single moment of your love.

Of a single moment of you.

Gokudera shakes off the build of ash that collects on the red tip of the cigarette. A little bead of recognition is rolling up into his brain, slowly, so very slowly… He takes another long puff and goes cross eyed watching that little scarlet circle rush towards the filter…

You.

“SHIT!” Gokudera vaults off the park bench, startling several passersbys and some mothers cover their children’s ears. Caring nothing for the delicate sensibilities of the general public, Gokudera scoops up all his purchases and runs back into the fray of holiday shopping in a panic.

A million gift ideas have come and gone through his head through the entire month of December, and for that whole month he’s pondered and entertained the idea of gifts, then rejected it with thoughts of “No, that’s too cheesy” or “Can’t get them that, that’s way overdone,” only to eventually forget that he failed to get you anything at all.

Gokudera feels overly warm in his winter coat– suddenly, he remembers you were the one to buy it for him and why was it that you seemed to buy him all his favorite things?– and all around him it seems shops are closing their doors and turning over their cursive “We’re Open!” signs.

He runs up to a glassware store with tea sets in the display window– you like tea cups and those cute little spoons, right?– just as a teenaged employee turns off the display lights. He meets eyes with the teen and there must be a wild desperation in his eyes because she reaches for the lock on the door to let him in, but a yell from behind the young worker causes her to jump and turn away from Gokudera.

His heart is pumping loud enough he can hear it in his ears and feel the pulse high in his throat as he silently begs that something just fell over in the store. No managers here, no siree.

To his greatest dismay, the girl turns back to him, with the deepest pity in her eyes, and her hand falls away from the lock. Green eyes are reflected back to Gokudera in the glass door and he sees just how pale and panicked he looks. Through that, the girl in the closed store frowns and shakes her head slowly– no, and I’m sorry.

Breath shakily falls out of Gokudera’s lungs and a hot burn touches his lip and he spits the cigarette he forgot he was smoking to the ground. With a groan, he touches his lip to find it tender, most likely slightly burnt. But he has no time for that. He stomps out the cigarette, in case it didn’t fizzle out in the snow, and turns heel to run around the shopping plaza against, in the desperate hope that some store, any store, is open for him to get you a gift that isn’t absolutely terrible.

He sees a lingerie store across the plaza with its lights still on. Should he… Does he dare?... No time to find out, Gokudera thinks, as he shuffles as fast as he can to the store, the bags around him making the loudest and most embarrassing sound he’s ever heard in his life.

It’s the sound of the dumbest boyfriend in the whole fucking world.

He’s fifty feet away when he considers what sort of boyfriend he is to buy you lingerie for a holiday. On one hand, it’s a sweet, sexy gift that you can wear whenever you want, and he knows you enjoy that. On the other, isn’t it selfish of him to buy you lingerie? After all, you’ll probably be wearing it for him, and in most cases, for hardly ten minutes at a time. Wouldn’t this be more of a gift for him?

He’s thirty five feet away when he considers that, hey, maybe if you don’t like it, he wouldn’t be the worst boyfriend in the world. You would have something as a gift and he could always get you an apology bouquet of roses (“Sorry, I Fucked Up” written in sad, loopy cursive) and a box of bourbon chocolates. Maybe a stuffed animal to boot. Maybe it’s a nice, sexy way of saying how much he loves you, and how much he loves you in the more… physical sense, too.

No, Hayato shakes his head, that’s so stupid.

He’s twenty feet away when he wonders if they have anything in his size. You get dressed up to impress him all the time– why shouldn’t he as well? When you wear anything with lace and silk he feels all hot under the collar… Why can’t he do the same for you? He’s not entirely sure how you would react to him in a lacy bralet and some thigh highs, but if past experience has told him anything, it is more than likely you would pounce on him before he could say anything witty as a hello.

Not even “Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?” Gokudera thinks to himself in a delirious, out of body way. Nope. Not even that.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

No go, buddy,

“Hello, gorgeous?”

Sure, why not say it with a rose between your teeth, too?

He’s ten feet away when he thinks that, yes, purchasing lingerie for himself would be a nice present for you– maybe he could get a nice red velvet number with a white fur trim to match yours. The emotional bonding of two people, simply lounging around and being in love in lingerie must be rather significant. That skin-to-skin contact, the intimate traces of silk, lace, latex, or even leather?.. That must truly send a shock up the spine, right? It does for him, when you sit on his lap in teasing, almost see-through netting, in that fiery red color of his flame. And with the both of you in lingerie, what sort of gaudy opulence is that!

He’s five feet away when, all on board with his plan, in his mind the most significant barrier to his plan is the size restrictions all stores have. He’s not sure if men’s lingerie even exists, but that’s no matter to him. Gokudera is fully worried on whether or not he can fit the women’s sizes that this store provides. The holiday season must have wiped most of the sophisticated styles from the racks. He can deal with looking a little racy, but will he be able to fit the sizes? Gokudera doesn’t think he has enough time to get his bra sized, or if they even have his band size in stock. If they don’t have any bras that fit him, he supposes he’ll have to settle for a teddy or some sort of sexy contraption that fits around his chest loosely. For the bottoms… Well, he’s seen the underwear you have for special occasions and what’s on display in this shop, and frankly? The goal of the underwear doesn’t seem to be to conceal, so Gokudera thinks he will be fine in whatever he chooses. And he knows you have some lovely garters and stockings he can fit; from previous experiences, both of some sexy, but also of some simply curious endeavors.

He knows he has some high heels that he can wear as well– these are from a mission he had to cooperate with the Varia– Lussuria, in particular– that ended in satisfaction but the details of the mission are things he would rather not remember or talk about. In the end, though, he learned that Lussuria is not as unbearable as he originally thought, that Lussuria might actually be a pretty good friend, and that Gokudera looks damn good as a woman.

Gokudera is standing right in front of the store, face almost pressed to the glass, when he realizes that it is closed and the lights are simply a festive, though confusing, decoration choice. Shit.

The walk back to that sad little park bench is slow and each step fills him with a pitting sense of dread that makes his feet feel they’re chained. Yellow light flickers above him and casts Gokudera’s shadow long and mourning, as the lamp post seems to feed off of his dilemma. Gokudera’s palms press into his too warm eyes and he is completely at a loss for what to do next.

A sudden buzz in his pants pocket scares him out of his misery before he realizes it’s a phone call. After he realizes it’s a phone call, he’s even more scared. He’s sliding the cell out of his pocket when a million thoughts rush through his mind. What if it’s you? Would he lie? No, sweetheart, I have everything under control, don’t worry about a thing. I’m just the absolute worst boyfriend in the world– nothing you didn’t already know. Love you, be home soon.

It’s Tsuna. Gokudera moans in relief and answers.

“Hey, Gokudera, how’s the Hullabaloo coming along?”

“BOSS!” Gokudera shouts into the receiver. A small noise of pain meets him from the other side.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I’m…” hesitation pulls at the right hand man’s voice, “in a bit of a situation.”

Tsuna finally gets the full story out of Gokudera nearly ten minutes later, with many pauses for apologizes and his best friend agonizing about how he forgot the love of his life’s present. Silence falls over the phone when Gokudera takes a deep breath after his explanation.

“Well,” Tsuna’s voice is light and tinny over the call, “you do actually have a present.”

“What?” Gokudera’s brow furrows and his fingers twitch in the craving for another cigarette.

His boss laughs, not condescending, but in a way that gives Gokudera the sense that he’s missing something. And that is a feeling that Gokudera hates very much. Gokudera pulls out the cigarette carton: damn the consequences, he’ll have as many as he wants tonight.

“Hayato,” Tsuna says, “you have a ring.”

At that, all the blood drains from Gokudera’s face leaving him as pale as the snow that surrounds him. Now he really needs a cigarette.

Gokudera swallows and clears his throat after a pause that was longer than it needed to be. “S-So?” he says, and shakily lights what’s clenched too tight between his teeth. It lights but Gokudera doesn’t seem to feel any warmth from it.

“So? So, Hayato, you’ve been sitting on this for months. No, it’s closer to a year now, isn’t it?”

“Well, I– it’s more complicated than that– y-you see–”

“Hayato, you’ve been giving me excuses for months.” A tired sigh comes over the receiver and a quiet moment passes where Gokudera’s eyes lift. Now all the stores are closed and empty. A light, thin snowfall hides footprints just barely and lights in apartment buildings start to disappear. It’s late. He hopes that you’re sleeping, but he hopes even more that you waited for him so he wouldn’t miss holding you close in bed on such a special evening.

“I think it’s time.” Tsuna isn’t pressuring. Tsuna is concerned.

Gokudera takes a big suck from the cigarette and watches the heat from his breath and the nicotine tinged smoke rise white against the dark, velvet lined sky. His voice comes out weak. “I’m not ready.”

“Are you? Are you really?”

Gokudera closes his eyes and buries his head in his hands, fingers pulling at his soft silver hair, the hair you love to run your hands through and wash and brush for him.

“I don’t think I can do it.”

Tsuna snorts, “Of course you can!”

“I’m afraid.”

At that, Tsuna quiets. No one speaks. The man he trusts so implicitly and so completely, the man he found most capable in the world, the man who was his first friend– how could he doubt himself so? How can Tsuna help his best friend when he can’t help himself?

But he can.

They aren’t fourteen anymore. They’re grown. Tsuna has matured into a fine mafia boss, fitting for the Vongola. Fitting for his family. Tsuna is a man now.

“Hayato,” he begins, “it’s okay to be afraid. This is a big commitment. You’ve been thinking about this for years, saving up to buy a ring. Turning it over in your hands at night, right? When you think they’re sleeping and you’re just torn apart by it?” Gokudera laughs softly in reply. His boss– his best friend knows him so well.

“It’s okay to be scared,” Tsuna continues, tone growing rough over the phone. “But don’t you ever fucking say that you’re not ready.”

Gokudera almost swallows his cigarette in shock, choking on the smoke. He can count the times Tsuna has said “fuck” on his fingers. Maybe he would have to use his toes too, but Tsuna hasn’t really sworn much since they were handed their high school diplomas and threw fringed caps in the air.

“Do you think you would have bought a ring if you weren’t ready? That you would have come to ask my blessing, which you’ve always had, if you weren’t ready? Hayato, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t see love in you. It’s in the way you talk, I can see it in the way you hold yourself. Your eyes, Hayato, I see that love there. It’s not just my intuition, it’s a fact. Don’t you ever doubt yourself about that.”

Gokudera, floored, immediately apologizes, assuming his position as right hand man and subordinate. “I-I’m so sorry, Boss, I didn’t mean–”

“For the love of god, Hayato, shut up!” Tsuna yells, “Don’t disrespect me like this! Don’t disrespect the family like this! Don’t you know how much we believe in you? In your future? How any of us would do anything to help you get a shot at happiness?

“So don’t you dare disrespect us like this. You’re ready, Hayato. Don’t you dare disrespect yourself like this, and don’t you fucking dare disrespect your partner like this.”

The line goes quiet except for Tsuna’s panting and Gokudera doesn’t know what to say.

He’s seen this love for family in Tsuna before, experienced it back in middle school when he almost blew himself to bits to win against the Varia, but it never fails to wipe him out with the depth and sincerity of Tsuna’s love. It’s a love that, to a stranger, could be easily mistaken for rage. But Gokudera is no stranger and he can’t stop the hot tears from spilling over his green eyes, palm pressed firm against his teeth so he Tsuna can’t hear him cry.

“T-Tsuna…” Gokudera manages to croak out, with not much else to say.

“Hayato,” his childhood best friend says in a much quieter voice, “Please stop holding yourself back. You deserve happiness. You’ve protected this family for so long, and we will always protect you… But you deserve to give yourself the chance to start your own family, grow your own happiness. It’s a risk, but please take that chance.”

Tsuna can hear Gokudera sniff on the other side of the line. He smiles.

“Yeah… O-Of course, Tsuna,” Gokudera swallows. “I think I’m ready.”

You’re worried. The clock reads well past midnight and Hayato isn’t home yet.

He left the house in the early afternoon, when the cool winter light hit him so softly and beautifully that you couldn’t help but kiss him goodbye so many times that he had to drag you on the couch and kiss you just as much in return. He promised to try to be home early so that you could bundle up together in front of the fire and plug in the tree lights, pull out hidden presents and put them under the tree. Hayato laughed and said that he wanted to watch holiday movies on the television with you, and yes, even the really awful ones because it was something he said he might actually enjoy if he experienced it with you. He laughs in this soft way around you, a laugh he doesn’t have with anyone else. It’s tender and he has this strange little smile that’s even softer when he looks at you. It could be love. It scared you at first, but you’re certain now, and it’s not so scary when it’s so gentle. You hope it’s love. You love him back.

You’re very worried.

For an hour or three, you passed out in front of the TV in the living room wearing his pajamas that are way too long for you. The spirit of the season made you sentimental, what can you say? But those few hours disoriented you and the sun had long since set. Through the glass windows above the kitchen sink, you can see the snow had started falling again. It had picked up.

Hot chocolate sits on the kitchen counter in lovely holiday mugs that you received as a present one year but the drink has been cool for the better part of an hour now. You don’t feel thirsty with the way things are now.

The small window pane in the front door shakes shrilly in its frame when the wind picks up and you jump. It’s even colder out now. You’re just barely tethering yourself from running headfirst into a panic attack but Hayato hasn’t picked up his phone calls and the last few went straight to voicemail. The house feels bigger without him, lonelier, but so much more claustrophobic as well. It’s the juxtaposition of the fearful, you know, but you can’t quiet those worries of him being stuck somewhere without help, freezing to death in the cold– you should have made him wear those gloves and wrapped that extra cashmere scarf around him as you kissed him goodbye for the second try. What if something bad happened to him? What if the worst happened to him?

You’re nearly burning a hole in the carpet with your pacing, and just as you’re about to call up Tsuna and wake him at an ungodly hour, technically the day of the Vongola Holiday Hullabaloo (you pushed very hard for that name), the front door rattles with the struggle of keys not turning the locks, you all but break down the door.

Gokudera, despite his quiet attempts to enter the house without waking you, curses and can’t seem to get his keys to cooperate and open the damn door. He’s freezing out here, he grumbles to no one in particular. He does say something rather nasty and biting about Jack Frost, though. Maybe the door is so hard to open because his hands are all but pieces of a cadaver with how frozen they are from the elements and refusing his damn gloves you tried to get him to wear earlier, and the combination of the heaviness and multitude of his many shopping bags.

Gokudera gets the shit scared out of him when the door knob flies out of his hand and he’s face to face with the love of his life, who is absolutely pissed the fuck off.

“Hayato!” You hiss, and drag him inside.

He’s startled by your abruptness but you’re wrapped in your favorite blanket from your shared bed and he notices, giddily, you’re wearing his pajamas and they’re just so big on you and you’re just so goddamned cute and–

“I swear! I almost called the cops, Hayato! But I couldn’t, because my man is the bane of their existence, so you know what I was doing? Just worrying my damn head off! If my hair turns gray and all falls out, I’m holding you personally accountable! What were you doing out so late? It’s freezing!” You rant and chastise and shake your head, but you help him put his bags down and take off his coat, putting it over the couch. You take his hands in yours and gasp.

“Jesus, Hayato!” You bring his hands to your mouth and blow hot air on them, rubbing and trying to warm them, “You feel like ice!”

“Tell me about it,” he groans, and leans his full body weight on to you, tipping the both of you over. Luckily, he made sure the couch would be there to catch you.

“Hayato, I’m serious! I was so worried!..” Your voice takes on a wounded edge as you trail away, burying your face into his chest, speckled with stubborn, melting snowflakes. The man above you looks down to see your hair wild from running your hands through it and that makes him uncomfortably guilty. Another feeling he hates, especially when it concerns you.

“Hey, I’m, uh,” he sits up and brings your face up to his. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything but turn your face into his palm and sigh. He smells like ash.

“I lost track of time and Tsuna called me about–” he stops talking. When you look up at him he has a lost, helpless look on him. His hand on your face twitches against your cheek but it doesn’t leave. Hayato clears his throat.

“He, uh, called me about the party tomorrow. Then my phone died, sorry.”

“Hullabaloo,” you remind him, ghost of a smile creeping up your face.

He groans and the atmosphere is suddenly light, and the rest of the room returns in technicolor, high definition, 1080p. The crackle and lovely warm smell of the fireplace greets him and the television plays some god awful Hallmark movie softly. Gokudera finally feels the burn of the cold he’s been out in all night and he bunkers down further on the couch with his arms wrapped around you, pulling you half in his lap and you squeak a bit but don’t protest.

“Whatever,” he grumbles and buries his face in your neck. He missed you.

You squirm in his lap– his nose is cold!– and say, voice full of mischief, “It’s called a Hullabaloo,” and when greeted with another complaint from Gokudera you say more insistently, “What is it called, Hayato, love of my life?”

His hair tickles your neck as he shakes his head and says, in the resigned way only a man that’s hopelessly in love and fighting a losing battle can say–

“Ugh. Fine. It’s a damned Hullabaloo…”

He feels you roll over in his grasp so you straddle his hips and your face is looking up at him, gentle and kind.

“Thank you.”

“You’re not welcome.”

Within a commercial break, Hayato is settled in and donning a new set of sleepwear, snug and warm on the couch, and you have hot chocolate and sugar cookies in spades. He’s got an arm around you and you are all but tangled in him. You can hear his heartbeat in his chest, faster than normal, and it’s concerning but the debacle you were faced for the past few hours has exhausted you and the low, dancing lights from the Christmas tree lull you to a happy sleep. The both of you know you won’t be awake in a few moments.

“Hayato?”

“Yeah, babe?”

He feels your breath warm against his exposed collar and it’s almost as nerve wracking as it is a comfort. He’s all too aware of that little box in his coat, just behind the two of you to his right, slung over the couch. It’s the heaviest little box in the world, he’s sure.

“I was really worried. I thought something happened to you…”

“I know,” Hayato whispers and places a kiss on your temple, petting your hair. “And I’m so sorry. Really.”

“I know,” you reply back in a quiet voice.

You add on, as sleep has made you embarrassingly and so emotionally raw, “All I really want is you, Hayato… ”

The couple on the television kiss and orchestral Christmas music swells: the credits roll to the sound of a remixed, pop version of holiday classics. It’s really a pain to witness. Hayato can tell you’re trying your hardest not to drift away when you ask a question that freezes him up.

“Are you really okay?” you ask, pressing your ear to his chest, mumbling, “Your heart’s beating so fast…”

Gokudera coughs a little, then belatedly hopes that you can’t smell the ash on his breath. He knows you noticed he’s smoked, and smoked a lot, but you haven’t said anything about it. He’s grateful you’ve given him that small mercy.

“Yeah, just, uh,” he sighs, running his hands through your hair, “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Another Hallmark movie begins and the snow outside drifts to the ground, calm and steady. You’ll wake up to a beautiful, snowy Christmas morning, then go to the Vongola-Varia Holiday Hullabaloo (damn you for making him think it…), and be surrounded by friends and family. A truly memorable night indeed.

Your body leans heavily on Hayato and when he’s sure that he’s sure you’re asleep, he carefully reaches behind him, fumbles with his coat, and nearly drops the ring box on your head when he takes it out.

You’re damn right I’m not okay, I’m scared as fuck, he thinks, opening the box and running the flat of his thumb over the smooth parts of the silver ring. He didn’t want to get you anything too gaudy, but it’s still rather dramatic and pretty (just like me, he thinks in a detached humor). He knows you’ll like it. He hopes you’ll love it.

Pressing another kiss to your head, Gokudera takes a deep, steadying breath. Of course you’ll love it, he reminds himself– if Tsuna can see it, it has to be true. He knows, deep down, that you’ve been waiting for this for a long time. You’ve been ready for a long time. He’s finally ready, too. He thinks of a plan, as responsible as he is, but he knows it’ll all go to shit the moment he opens his mouth.

In the morning, you’ll wake up to soft winter light, and Hayato on one knee in front of you in pajamas; you’ll laugh at first, disoriented and sure you’re in a dream. Then he’ll make a little speech, fingers itching for a cigarette and instead occupying one hand on your thigh and one in his pocket, running over the edges of that little box over and over.

You’ll start to get teary, some stupid holiday movie that you love to hate will play in the background, and the lights from the tree will make Hayato look so beautiful, so devastatingly handsome with his heart bared wide open for you like that.

Eventually, you’ll shout yes, and Hayato will cry before you do, and he’s not afraid to admit it. Though Yamamoto will tease him about it, Ryohei will cry too and tell him he’s the most manly guy on the face of the earth. The whole Hullabaloo will be full of congratulations and love, friends and family– and presents.

And Lambo, that son of a bitch, will say, after all that fuss over the ring and marriage, “Wait, the ring is great, but where's the present you got them?"

And Gokudera will knock his lights out– or try his best to.

And you’ll forgive him and kiss him under the mistletoe to calm him down because really, all you want is him.

And the best present he ever could have gotten is you.

Gokudera takes another deep breath, and squeezes the box one more time in his hands before he hides it away safely in his pocket. He kisses your hair one more time before resting his chin on your crown and closing his eyes. Gokudera Hayato falls asleep with a slow burning determination to be the most loving and supportive husband he could possibly be for you. He smiles as he drifts away, dreaming of weddings and honeymoons.

[foreverfamilyforevervongola]

Vongola Facebook: Hacked Edition

Rating: K+ Summary: To pass time while travelling on public transit, Gokudera checks his Facebook and discovers a hacker is ruthlessly invading the accounts of his family. The number of possible culprits? Pretty much everyone on his Friends list.

Eyes closed and headphones inserted firmly in his ears, Gokudera laid his head against the bus window. Though the vehicle jerked roughly, he didn’t care enough to lift his head from his resting place. The music blaring from his phone was enough to distract him until he reached the restaurant where he was supposed to be meeting Haru.

Or at least, that’s what he expected. As the bus paused at a set of stoplights his music abruptly stopped in the middle of the chorus. Frowning, he reluctantly sat up straight and tried to check his phone, only to find that it had died.

“Damn,” he grumbled. He had been sure it had a decent charge when he left. Now what was he supposed to do for the next hour? Make small talk with the people around him?

Yeah, right.

Snorting softly, he ripped the headphones out and stuffed them in his pocket along with his phone. Not wanting to sit in silence for an hour, he reached for his laptop bag and removed his computer. He balanced the slim red device in his lap and powered it up. When everything had loaded, he inserted a special WiFi stick that Giannini had created and clicked on the Internet icon on his desktop.

Facebook. The great time waster.

The News Feed page loaded, but he didn’t start scrolling immediately. He clicked on the status bar and started typing. When he finished, he clicked the Post button.

Hayato Gokudera Woman, why did you have to pick a restaurant that’s a good hour away from home? I’m stuck on a bus with weird people and it’s all your fault—Haru Miura.

It wasn’t long before the girl responded. A notification popped up thirty seconds after he published his post, giving him little time to creep through the status updates of his family.

Haru Miura I’m out shopping and I thought we should eat somewhere that’s between the both of us.

Hayato Gokudera Are you telling me that you also have to travel over an hour?

Haru Miura …no…

Hayato Gokudera Then it’s not meeting halfway. So since I have a longer travel time, you can’t get on me if I happen to be late.

Haru Miura I won’t! Geez. And by the way, it’s rude to call the other people on the bus with you weird. You should have just taken your car.

Hayato Gokudera: In rush hour downtown traffic? I don’t think so.

He scrolled down and started exploring his News Feed. He hadn’t been on for a few days and now seemed like the perfect time to catch up. There was a particular status that made him pause and he read through it and the following conversation thoroughly.

Lambo Bovino Failed my math test yesterday and I don’t care! Whatcha gonna do about it?

Hitman Reborn Oh, I can think of a few things…

Bianchi Gokudera Getting cocky now, aren’t we?

Lambo Bovino NO I DIDN’T WRITE THAT I SWEAR!

Futa de la Stella No, I didn’t think so. You’re not that impulsive.

Hitman Reborn Idiot cow, bring all schoolwork down for immediate inspection.

Lambo Bovino Hai!

Gokudera arched an eyebrow in bewilderment. The status had been posted less than a day ago, and taking brief glances at the statuses posted above the Lightning Guardian’s, they seemed to follow a similar thread.

Interesting. Can’t believe this flew past my radar. Though I do remember ahoshi bellyaching about something yesterday.

Lambo Bovino All right, who got into my account? Confess or I’ll sic I Pin on you.

I Pin Whoa, don’t drag me into this.

Bluebell Azaria Well, if you’re trying to compile a list of all the people who might mess with you, you’re going to need a three-hundred-page notebook in order to fit them all in.

Nosaru Tsukino Nah, more like a five-hundred-page notebook.

Lambo Bovino I’m putting you two at the top of said list.

Bluebell Azaria What about I-Pin?

Lambo Bovino I know for sure it wasn’t her. If she wanted to mess with me, she’s got other ways of going about it.

I Pin True that!

Gokudera smirked. Bluebell and Nosaru had a point—there were far too many people who would enjoy messing with Lambo by hacking his Facebook page. In fact, he was a bit disappointed he hadn’t thought of it first.

Commoner Belphegor Once upon a time, there was a prince who fell from grace with his family. As such, he was forced to flee his kingdom out of shame, and is now living amongst the normal people with an air of grudging acceptance.

Levi Akagi He’s finally snapped. I knew his mind wouldn’t hold under all that psychotic energy.

Fran Hamasaki I am glad you have finally come to terms with your pitiful existence. That’s the first step in self-healing.

Commoner Belphegor I’ll kill you. You better run, because after I figure out how to fix my effing name, you’re so dead.

Fran Hamasaki It wasn’t me.

Illusionist Mammon I can vouch for that. Considering the timestamp of the status, it wasn’t Fran. The brat was training with me.

Commoner Belphegor Fine. Froggy, I’m coming after you to vent my frustrations. Whoever hacked my account, I’ll kill you.

Gokudera let out a bark of laughter so loud it startled the people sitting in front of him. Whoever this hacker is, he or she sure has guts, he thought. He looked at the post above Belphegor’s, and he had to smack a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud again.

Ken Joshima is now in a relationship with Chikusa Kakimoto

Ken Joshima EXCUSE ME BUT NO NOT IN THIS LIFETIME.

Mukuro Rokudo Now, Ken, you don’t have to hide it anymore. We all know the truth.

Chikusa Kakimoto Please stop.

Ken Joshima NO GET OFF MY PAGE KAKIPI YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE.

Chikusa Kakimoto No, I think you are. Turn off the Caps Lock.

Ken Joshima I’LL KILL WHOEVER DID THIS.

“This is gold,” said Gokudera with a snicker, flicking his eyes to the next post.

Mukuro Rokudo There’s a My Little Pony marathon on right now. Do not bother me for the next five hours.

Kyoya Hibari Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.

Ken Joshima HA!

Mukuro Rokudo Okay, first of all, shut up Kyoya. Second of all, shut up Ken. Third of all, this Facebook hacker better watch their back.

Shamal Morihiro People of Facebook, I have an announcement to make. I am now going to be celibate. Thank you and goodbye.

Burying his face in his hands, Gokudera laughed silently, so hard that his shoulders shook. To anyone that might look over, it would appear that he was crying. Imagining his woman-crazed mentor becoming celibate was the most hysterical and ludicrous thing he had ever heard of.

When he finally managed to compose himself, he scrolled through the comments.

Tsunayoshi Sawada The day that happens is the day Reborn doesn’t shoot me.

Hitman Reborn Which of course is never.

Bianchi Gokudera I thought it was too good to be true.

Shamal Morihiro So the hacker was amusing before. Now? Now I want to send my Trident mosquitoes after him.

Tsunayoshi Sawada It could be a girl.

Shamal Morihiro Well obviously if it’s a girl I’ll forgive her wholeheartedly and with a kiss.

Unable to keep from throwing his two cents in, Gokudera added a comment, and it was about a minute later when Shamal responded.

Hayato Gokudera I don’t know who this Facebook hacker is, but this is my favourite work of theirs by far.

Shamal Morihiro Shut up, Hayato.  

Smirking, Gokudera scrolled towards the top of his News Feed.

Tsunayoshi Sawada All right, time to see if we can flush this hacker out.

Hitman Reborn So you don’t sleep with a stuffed bear and suck your thumb?

Tsunayoshi Sawada No, Reborn. Just as Takeshi isn’t quitting baseball and Ryohei isn’t moving to Las Vegas to take up professional boxing.

Spanner Thornton Before the accusations start flying, I am saying right now that it’s not me.

Shoichi Irie Ditto.

Giannini Ganzo It was not me either, Juudaime!

Scientist Verde I have better things to do than play silly games with you idiotic creatures.

Tsunayoshi Sawada I believe that. If you wanted to prank us, it would be by a much more inventive means.

Prince Belphegor It’s the Frog. I know it.

Fran Hamasaki For the last time, it wasn’t me.

Lambo Bovino If we’re casting votes, I vote for Nosaru as the culprit.

Nosaru Tsukino It was probably you. You made it look like you were the first target to throw everyone off the trail.

I Pin He’s not that smart.

As the stream of comments continued, speculating on who the hacker was, the bus finally rolled up to his stop. Gokudera quickly stood up and grabbed his bag with one hand, holding his laptop securely with the other. He made his way down the aisle, stepped off the bus and onto the sidewalk. He squinted against the sunlight, finding Haru waiting for him outside the restaurant.

The brunette’s expression brightened when she spotted him. “Hey, Hayato! How was the bus ride?”

Gokudera grinned. “Very entertaining, actually.”

[micronecro]

hey if you're not too busy I was wondering if u had any idea why khr is such a popular fandom??? it isn't that structurally sound and theres a lot of plot holes???? and the anime happened 10 years ago with no movement since????? i mean i adore the series but i only got into it because of the relatively large fandom and i'm sort of confused as to what attracts all these people to it. do you have any ideas what makes khr so popular and long-lasting in fandom?

There’s a few really specific answers at play, here.

First of all; Amano’s writing style is really, really absurd and unpredictable. If you think of really out-there shounen series, like, uhhhh, Helk? You read Helk, and it’s different, but once you get to the angel raids, you essentially know exactly what this writing style is doing. You go, “oh, yeah, I’ve seen this before”. Power of friendship rallying, everyone has to come to an understanding but the threat won’t stop escalating, everyone gets a het ship, tons of twists you don’t expect but also don’t have any sort of impact anyway, lackadaisy pacing as we head towards the climax that undermines what’s left of the shitty twists, etc etc etc

When Amano gets going, though, you aren’t going to go “oh, yeah, I’ve seen this storytelling style before”. You go “...................huh?” 

Probably the best example of this is like, every resolution of an arc she’s ever done ever? Mukuro's arc being this underwhelming take-turns battle arc culminating in Tsuna getting fucking superpowers and Mukuro stabbing out his own eye with his fingers to summon snakes and ALSO he possesses all of Tsuna’s friends and THEN mysterious cloaked bandage gentlemen appear to take everyone to prison.

EVERYTHING about the final fight is interesting. It’s like an exact inversion of One Piece. There’s no big power moment, no grand buildup, just predictable boring shounen crap and then “...........................huh?”. It never drags, never outstays its welcome, just pops in, gives you a kiss, and leaves your expectations thoroughly jostled. 

The Future arc is the extreme end of this principle, where everything is boring as SHIT and about as average shounen as you could get. It’s like Amano read D.Gray-man and went “I want to do this, but really bad”. And then halfway through she suddenly starts easing in her clusterfuck of cool shounen ideas, and you’re left with nothing but the need to go “fuck it, okay, I’m down”. 

 SECOND of all, Amano uses the same principle as Season 1&2 BBC Sherlock; explain nothing, expand on the most interesting possible aspect, look cool doing it. It’s all flash and glamour, and there’s CLEARLY some sort of structure behind these shallow facsimiles of charactes and worldbuilding, but you never get to see it. Amano just slapped you on the back and went “yeah, no, go nuts. Write whatever you want. Sky’s the limit.”  You can just fuck about and the possibility of you being objectively wrong is startlingly close to zero. This is the main contributor to the longevity; because it went on for so long, expressed so much, yet explored so little, it has absurd lasting power on a thoughtpiece engine.

LASTLY AND MOST IMPORTANT: The characters. Amano sets up a framework, loads tons and tons of quirks onto them, winds them up, and watches them go. Every single major character has a second layer to them, but they all start out as easy-to-understand cutouts that you can really get comfortable with before their secondary layer is actually explored. Like, Hibari? He comes off as a powerful, authoritative smirking bastard who values his school more than the safety of his peers when he first shows up, but by the time he’s part of the main cast he’s a selfish, short-tempered petulant teenager easily threatened by things he cannot crush, but constantly validated by his ability to crush things that serve a challenge. He likes tiny animals and hamburger steak. Amano never draws attention to this, he kind of just exists in that space. Gokudera’s obsession with cryptids never comes into play as an actual joke until he thinks he’s actually met one, and his dumb teenager secret code isn’t important until the Future arc.

The most important aspect of all that is these quirks and facets of their personalities make sense. Gokudera seems EXACTLY the type of person to write secret codes and be obsessed with cryptids and alt culture; he’s a tryhard who feels like he has to over-perform to belong anywhere. Yamamoto is the PERFECT weird, kinda murder-y assassin type; he does that absurd baseball shit, constantly exhibits extreme thinking, and he consistently fails to have an emotional reaction to things that get everyone else in the sweats. I think the only arresting emotions Yamamoto is willing to have are “oh, shit” and “cold, blinding rage”. 

This kind of character writing is HUGELY appealing to teens, and is just generally....really good overall anime character writing? I think it might be why no one ever gave a shit about Ryouhei until the future arc where he was competent and hot; Ryouhei had no real facets beyond “reliable, excitable”. The Future arc had him calm down until you could see all his more complex traits, like “socially aggressive” (this one especially was misunderstood to be “I LOVE MY SPORT” before the future arc), “paternal”, and “good at handling social conflicts”. Ryouhei is shaped like a friend. A friend who refuses to let you deny his friendship. We’re in this together. Get back here I said WE’RE IN THIS TO

And, of course, all the characters react to each other in different ways and put different levels of focus on different character traits; Gokudera focuses on Yamamoto’s lack of ability to grasp grave situations, while Reborn focuses on that weird murder shit. Haru focuses on Bianchi’s reliability and amiability towards emotionally sensitive people, while Yamamoto focuses on her hostility and threatening disposition (probably because she visibly doesn’t like him, but you get what I mean).

So basically...

Weird-ass non-standard plot progression that denies convention: The Hook

An inability to build on overstuffed world: Staying Power

Easy-to-comprehend characters that have multiple facets played against in a variety of ways: Maintained positive interest

You might notice Amano’s second series, elDLIVE, is significantly less good; this is mostly because it presents either an interesting character with a simple facet (Chuuta is afraid of being a burden and screwing up when people are depending on him, is a homemaker) or a boring character with an interesting facet and then refuses to establish quirks or engaging character details. Veronika was kinda neat at introduction; she plays fair and doesn’t value pride over being fair to others, but that literally never comes into play again or reflects in her later personality. Chuuta? Just kinda automatically learns how to not be a burden when he finds out (Spoiler) his friends aren’t dead, and it never really comes up again. He just has a regular old ambition now. All the characters are reacted to in roughly the same way, with no real bias beyond “unpleasant trait bothers me” and “pleasant trait engages me”. The aliens are pretty much the same; we get ZERO signs of a culture or political climate until Brick goes to the space council with the doctor. 

I still like elDLIVE, because it’s poorly-explored unpredictable popcorn storytelling where all the twists carry themselves well and the latest arc is actually pretty good, but KHR is better, even though there’s so much more to hate about it.

[queenharumiura]

Let me fuck you. (Dera)

[Original] ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti

"Hahi!?" She quickly turns around and slaps her hands over his mouth to silence him.

"I can't believe you'd say that so openly! What if someone heard you!?" She whispers lowly. She was red all the way up to her ears. Crazy, just crazy! Normally, Gokudera wouldn't say anything, probably because he was trying to be respectful towards her. Maybe he was afraid that if he pushed things too far or too quickly it would scare her away.

Understandable, going off how she'd treated 'otona lambo'. Too many shirt buttons undone? He will be smacked. He is acting way too familiar with Haru when he's just some creep? IT'S TIME TO SMACK HIM.

Hm... okay, there is a valid point there. Still! A boyfriend is different from some random cow pervert!

It's not like she hadn't noticed that it seemed like he held back sometimes, and sometimes she'd do something about it. This was one of the first times he was being so forthright about what he wanted with her, and she didn't want to give him a reason to think it was a bad idea to be honest. Still, it was still day time?

It was still really badly executed though. Removing her hands from his lips, she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him in closer to her so she could place a small bite on his neck.

"Consider that light punishment for now." She giggles. "Next time, be a bit more confidential when you tell me." She whispers quietly in case there was anyone who was avidly listening into their conversation.

Thinking about his request(?), she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Should we go to your place then?"

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] || @whiskeysmulti

Haru obediently approaches him and sits right next to him. She didn’t intend for him to take it the way he did, as she meant her words in a different way. Nervously biting on her lower lip, she thinks about how to answer him. This time, he was upset with her (or because of her), and she was in the wrong. It didn’t matter if she didn’t intend her words to be taken the way they were—if they hurt, then she had done wrong.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” She tugs on his sleeve, a tiny quirk of hers. “You don’t rely on me. I rely on you, but you don’t rely on me. I want to be able to do things for you too...” While it wasn’t necessarily right to say that she’d be a failure of a girlfriend if he couldn’t rely on her, but it didn’t sit right with her that it felt like he got the short end of the stick often in this relationship.

Suddenly, she shifts her positioning so she straddles his hips, placing her hands on his cheeks so he’d focus on her. “Hayato, you do know you are allowed to be selfish with me, right? You’re allowed to ask things of me and rely on me. You are so unreliant on me I feel like you don’t ever need my help.”

A tiny pout. “Let me help you too.”

[queenharumiura]

Referencing: [x] @whiskeysmulti Mostly just felt like writing a thing. Feel free to treat it as a standalone

“Haru doesn’t think there’s much she can do to protect you if you couldn’t protect yourself,” not that he would ever let her. If she had to guess, he’d much rather get hurt twice over before she could get hurt even once. He would do whatever he had to in order to keep her safe from harm, and that was something she understood as fact given his track record up until now.

“I can, however, protect your heart. Keep it safe with me.” She had no intentions of ever leaving him, and she’d always do her best to remind him that he was loved and that she was happy with him. “I will always love and care for you no matter how much time passes. I’ll still love you even after I die.” She’d certainly be watching over him in the afterlife if she happened to be the one to pass on first.

Well, if he were the one to pass on first, she’d still love him. Her heart would always be with him and she hadn’t the slightest of intentions of ever moving on.  

[queenharumiura]

[ candle ] — our muses cuddle in a dimly candlelit room (from Gokudera)

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti

Haru walks in with some candles and sets them down on the table, arranging them to her liking. “Haru wants to try something so humor her for a bit.” She goes around and starts turning off some of the lights in the apartment and drawing any open curtains or closing any blinds she could find.

There was only one light left on, so the apartment was left pretty dark. She lights the candles one by one, the light from the candles dimly illuminating the room.

The majority of the candles were simple wax candles that didn’t have a smell, but one of them smelled of coffee, and maybe with a hint of vanilla? “Coffee is apparently a scent that relaxes a lot of people. It’s a nice smell, so Haru can understand.” There were other scents that she could’ve picked like lavender, pine, citrus, fresh linen, and more that was on the list she found.

Coffee and vanilla seemed like two scents that were common enough that it wouldn’t feel out of place. (There was also the reason that she associated coffee with Gokudera and vanilla with herself because she sometimes smelled like vanilla if she was baking.)

Taking in the smell, she feels the calm sinking in. Coffee and vanilla were soon becoming one of her favorite scent combos because of what she associated them with. Silly? Yes, perhaps, but she liked it. She thought it was cute.

Walking over to the couch, she motions for him to sit on the couch and when he does, she snuggles right up to him and gets comfortable. “They say relaxing while smelling something nice is a good way to relax and get some good sleep.” Haru Miura back at it again with ‘trying to get you healthier’ motives. This time, she’s working on getting him to relax more. If he can manage to take a nap, even better!

“Haru is volunteering herself to help you relax.” ‘Feel grateful’ is jokingly implied here. She happened to notice that he seemed to love cuddling her and holding onto her when in private. Figuring that it may help him relax, she set it up so that the candles could be lit in her presence, rather than having him light the candle and then simply overwork himself.  

Curling herself into his lap, she nuzzles into him. Knowing her, it wouldn’t take too long before she falls asleep. She doesn’t know why she finds it so easy to sleep when she’s cuddled up to someone, but she does. “I can make you something to eat after you get some rest.”

Part one of getting him healthier, make him take breaks. Part two, ensure he eats something healthier than something like cup noodles.

[queenharumiura]

[ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin (from Gokudera)

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti

Haru sucks at her teeth as she reads her messages. She was busy running and errand and hadn’t had the time to check her messages until now. On her phone is a picture of a girl who was hitting on Gokudera from yours truly, the professional menace: Lambo Bovino.

Sure, the girl eventually got the hint and she left him alone, but not without laying her hands on him according to what the photos had to show. Just as how Lambo would alert Gokudera if someone was being rude to Haru, he would do the same for Haru, giving her alerts. She will make a mental note to remember who that girl is who is now ranked top 3 on her list of personal enemies.

By mere coincidence perhaps Gokudera happened to find her as she exited the store. Eyes lower to the arm that the other girl touched—in a flirty manner.

TSK

Was Haru mad at Gokudera? No. Did she blame the girl for coveting Gokudera? Also no. It’s hard not to want someone like Gokudera, she thinks. Still, this and that are two entirely different stories! She didn’t like it when someone tried to take him from her! It didn’t matter that she knew his eyes would never stray, it’s about pride and principle.

Irritated, Haru grabbed him by the front of his shirt and she pulls him closer to her. Normally, this would end in a kiss on the lips—BUT NOT TODAY! Haru goes for his neck and starts giving him open-mouthed kisses, sucking on the skin so that they’d be left red when she pulled away. She left at least 3 before she let him go. “Hn.” Yes, appropriate.

“Like to see a girl come onto you after seeing those.” She placed the hickeys strategically so they wouldn’t be easy to hide.

[queenharumiura]

Strong arms wrapped around the slender frame and backed her against the wall, gently he took both her arms and held them above her head, pinning her as he kissed her deeply as if she was the breath he needed before Gokudera let go and stepped aside. "I've missed you." (from my inbox call)

[Unprompted ask] @whiskeysmulti

Brown eyes look up at him with anticipation when his arms wrapped around her body and backed her into a wall. She didn't know what he was up to, but she allowed him to maneuver her as he pleased. Arms following his guidance to being positioned overhead.

Her heart was practically beating out of her chest, breath held captive in her lungs as he kissed her. It's that saying, isn't it? A kiss that takes your breath away? She mentally mused over the idea that if he hadn't pinned her against the wall, she may have dropped to the ground from her legs giving out from underneath her.

Face flushed a deep crimson color, she fans her face with her hands (now free from his hold), to cool off. "I missed you too."

"If this is how you convey that you missed me, I'm almost scared to find out what you'd do if you were dying to see me." She can only assume she'd melt on the spot.

[queenharumiura]

Send 👕 or 'shirt' for receiver's reaction to seeing sender wearing their shirt+ reverse (from Gokudera)

“+reverse” for the receiver to react to being caught by sender wearing sender’s shirt ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti

You may ask how it is that Haru found herself in the situation of being caught wearing one of Gokudera’s shirts, and it’s simple: she got into his apartment with a spare key and she was intending to help him sort through some things in his closet.

Whoever decided that guys could continue to grow taller into their 20’s whereas girls usually tap out at around 15 years of age was a rude person. Very rude. Every year Haru would note how the guys would continue to grow taller and taller, and her neck pain at looking up at them increased. Again, rude.

That’s just life, you’d suppose.

Haru was sorting through some of the clothes that wouldn’t fit on Gokudera anymore and she stared at one of the shirts she pulled out and felt a sense of sadness. It was one of the many skull shirts that he used to wear a lot. Given how he often wore this one the most (according to her memory, anyways), she could assume it was one of his favorites.

Holding it up, she starts measuring by eye. She’s seen that aesthetic where people liked to wear clothes that were big on them and have the sleeves dangle past their hands. Sometimes, it was a cute look. She’s also seen the trend where a girlfriend simply borrows (permanently) an article of clothing from her boyfriend and accessorizes it.

The impulsive Haru didn’t waste another second and puts it on. “Hm… this really puts things into perspective.” She always knew she was short, and that she couldn’t even kiss Gokudera on the lips if he didn’t lean over first… but it still never truly clicked how small in comparison she was.

She shakes the sleeves, watching the dangling sleeve dance with each arm bobbing movement. The sound at the door makes her head snap up to realize she was caught.

"Hahi! H-Haru was just... um... that is to say... eto... Haru can explain!" What was there to explain? She was wearing one of his old shirts. "You see, by wearing the shirt, Haru can get a gauge of how different our porportions are, you know? You've really long arms." What does this have to do with anything? Nothing.

She's nervous, and stammering nonsense. "Haru just wanted to try the Kareshi-shirt..." She puffs out a cheek. Well, she was already caught... "Can Haru keep it?" For the true Kareshi shirt experience, you have to accessorize it!

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[Have a bonus scene bc why not]

It was a very rare day where Gokudera wasn’t very busy, a rest day as you could call it. Wasn’t very often where he got one of those with how busy he normally kept himself, but it does happen. Last she saw him, he was reading a book for leisure.

Haru was doing some cleaning as she had a habit of cleaning different areas every day to minimize the clutter and the mess. If you spend a bit of time every day cleaning, then you didn’t have to do too much later on.

Finished with her tidying, she had the time to relax and do… whatever else that she wanted. Haru could also read a book of her own. It’s also been a while since she last called her mother to just chat, so she could do that.  She could finish that one crochet project she was working on before. She was trying to crochet a cute little animal if memory serves her right. She put it somewhere… why did she put it on hold again? Hm… oh well.

Haru brings the little stool in front of the vanity over to the closet so she could use it to grab one of the boxes resting on one of the upper shelves. Curse her vertically challenged-ness. She rummages through the box and starts pulling things out. “I forgot I had this.”

Change of plans. “Hayato? Can you help me with something in a bit?” She waits for a positive answer and then she proceeds with her new plan.

She rummages through the closet some more, looking for something. She’ll tidy up the closet again later. At the moment, Haru was a woman on a mission so to speak. Walking out of the bedroom, she finds Gokudera sitting on the couch still reading a book.

“Look at what I found in the closet.” She motions to the black thigh high stockings. She lifts her foot to show that the bottom of the feet had… CAT PADS… WITH TOE BEANS! “I also found an old pair of cat ears I made years ago that match.” She points atop her head sporting a silly smile.

She was also wearing one of his dress shirts, but she wasn’t going to comment on that. He should be used to the fact that she simply steals his shirts from time to time to wear, but she normally stole his old shirts that he outgrew. That’s not what she was wearing right now, however. She was practically swimming in his over-sized shirt. The top of the shirt kept riding down her shoulder with how loosely it fit around her smaller frame.

There was a small gap between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the thigh high stockings. What do that call it again? Zettai Ryouiki (Absolute territory)?

The woman walks up to him and straddles his sides which reveals the lacey panties she was wearing underneath the red dress shirt she borrowed. “You ready to help me with something nyaow (now)?” Pushing her body up against his, she playfully nips his neck. “Or is your book more entertaining?”

[queenharumiura]

Send me “Against The Wall” to slam my muse up against a wall and kiss them. (from Gokudera, you decide the scenario)

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti

Sometimes, Haru has a bit of a cheeky streak. It was very rare whenever she could see Gokudera looking flustered, much less blush—but that’s what made it all the more fun in trying to get him to blush. It was a game of a cheeky hamster trying to see just how many sunflower seeds she could fit into her cheek pouch before she regrets her life choices.

In this case, she was poking and prodding Gokudera, teasing him little by little, trying to goad a reaction out of him. Admittedly, he was being very patient with her and maybe that’s what made her bolder than usual. As they say, you give someone an inch and they’ll run a mile.

If you were to ask her, it’s not her fault that it’s just addicting trying to get a reaction out of him. (She truly understands why Lambo goes out of his way to get under Gokudera’s skin sometimes)

A tiny squeak of surprise when Haru feels the wall press up against her back. She was overtly conscious of the fact that she was caged between Gokudera’s arms, effectively keeping her trapped between him and the wall.

She timidly locks her eyes with his green ones, just about to say something, but she’s silenced when she feels a hand underneath her chin, directing her head to face him properly. Her breath hitches in anticipation, unable to get a single word out because she soon felt a pair of lips pressed against her own.

There is a small curl on the corners of her lips before she becomes an active participant in the kiss as well. Arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss.

She has won the game called: ‘Get Hayato to kiss me without me giving him the sign by tugging on his sleeve.’ The rules were simple: Get a kiss. The losing conditions? Nothing, she was going to get a kiss one way or another, it was only a matter of when and how long it’ll take.

[queenharumiura]

I do live, just here to post this because it called Haru out in 50 languages earlier and wanted to share.

Now I proceed to not exist again bc i'm just tired. Vday/Wday always tires me out and then I need a writing vacation.