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    He watch Yamamoto’s face closely after he spoke, watching as different emotions washed passed his eyes in seconds. He wanted to poke and probe, find out why he’d seen so many of them at once, what was he thinking, what about his words had caused him to cycle through those emotions before he had settled whatever he was feeling now. He felt his heart skip a beat at the thought that perhaps the rain guardian had felt something for him too, which gave him hope of being cured, but he instantly squashed that idea. 

    If his friend shared even a sliver of the possible feelings he had for him, then he would have heard of it by now. He didn’t think that the other guardian would hold onto such feelings secretly, he had always spoken what he thought, but maybe he was scared just like Gokudera was. Scared that it was all one sided, or worried that it was just a projection and not real. There were so many outliers so many thoughts flowing through his head, he just couldn’t sit here and go with the flow, he needed to be sure, needed to think, sort out his thoughts and feelings. It would be easier than just hunting people down.

    “No….it wouldn’t hurt physically to try. But it could hurt in other ways if my theory is correct….” He began speaking as he took a seat on the couch and leaned back, laying Uri on his stomach as he glanced at his ceiling. “I run the risk of ruining the current relationship i have with the person, and I honestly don’t want to risk that at all. The relationship I have with this person is very important to me right now so I’d rather die of this dumb disease than ruin everything we’ve spent years building up.”

    He knew better than to have gone that far since this whole thing had started with them aruging about whether he should or should not fight the illness, but it was true. He knew he probably spoke too much on the matter even before stating that, but if Yamamoto actually caught the hints, then i was better for them both because then he would at least somewhat understand why and hopefully it would end it there.

    “No matter what it’s not really my choice what ends up happening. I could go ahead and confess like you want me to, but it could still be completely one sided so I’ll have to wait for the vaccine, and if there’s no vaccine then I suffer. If I confess and it ruins our current relationship then I’ll be hurting double then. There are so many variables in this situation that can lead to several different endings and  nearly all of them don’t end well.”

Someone important? he mentally repeated to himself, stopping where he stood, watching as the teen sat, obviously it had to be someone important to the storm guardian for him to even be affected by the disease in the first place, but those he considered as important were very few, of what the rain guardian had learned from all the years he'd known the other teen. He could probably even say with confidence that they were all someone that Yamamoto, himself, knew as well. And of course it was something he didn't want to ruin especially when trusting others wasn't something the storm guardian tended to do very easily, something he knew first hand as he'd spent what had to be months maybe even years trying to get Gokudera to trust him in return, let alone care for someone in a way that could be labeled as love. So clearly it was someone they both knew, of that he could be sure of, which meant it had to be someone back home, someone the storm guardian couldn't get to even if he'd wanted to confess given their inability to leave Wonderland at the moment. But something in the way the teen had spoken about who this person was or how he didn't want to ruin things didn't imply at all that it was someone back home, like the matter of not being able to confess wasn't even an issue but more of the way Gokudera didn't want to risk ruining anything he had with this person. Which served in narrowing down who this person was quite a bit and with that thought alone, his heart skipped an almost painful beat, the answer somewhat obvious but the doubt that he was wrong still rang in his ears as the other teen continued to speak. Why did this seem so much harder now that they're speaking about it than it did when Gokudera first started to cough up the petals? He almost wanted to laugh at his earlier thought of it being something easy to confess, what a fool he'd been. Why did this all have to be so complicated? "But," he started, pausing as he gathered his thoughts, "how is that fair to them or to you?" He asked from where he stood, looking away from the teen and instead settling on the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Do you really think they'd be happy to watch you be in pain? How can you even be sure that they don't feel the same way as you when you don't even try? When you don't give them a chance?"

"What if you're wrong?" He continued, returning his gaze back to the seated teen, "what if they do feel the same? How is giving them a chance any different than waiting on a vaccine if the odds are about the same?" A part of him wanted to ask, to confirm what he thought he knew but another part of him still had it's doubts, almost afraid that he was wrong, but regardless if it all he wanted to help most of all, because watching the storm guardian be in pain for however long this disease lasted was something he didn't want and couldn't do. "Why be so quick to assume that they'll all end badly?" He paused, mentally debating with himself whether or not his next words would be the right thing to say, but also not wanting to continue running around in circles, back and forth, if the answer was screaming at them from all directions. He hesitated, the doubt and fear that he was wrong still ringing loudly within him, screaming at him to stop but knowing he couldn't continue to watch the storm guardian get worse as the hours continued to pass. "Is it me?" He finally asked, knowing that regardless of what the teen responded, something between them would change after today.

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@bluexrain· liked your post:starter call

Adachi was disappointed and more than a little annoyed to find that he had to travel all the way to Four Sale– a town over–for groceries, but the farmer’s market near him was closed….. He still had a lot of getting used to when it came to living here. Well whatever the case– he decided he might as well try to do a little haggling now that he was here– why did everything have to be so damn expensive?

After locating a few cheap things for dinner and placing them in a basket, Adachi sauntered over to the nearest worker to bug them see if there was anything they could do. “Heyyy! Quuuiiiicckk question!” He started with a singsong voice, doing his best to paint his face with an absolutely ‘award winning’ grin. “There any kind of discount for new customers?~ Any daily specials?~”

Restocking the shelves wasn't something he minded doing most of the time, it was the easiest task to do other than cleaning the store's isles while the store was open. Why his manager had thought them sweeping the floor during the store's busiest time of the day had been a good idea, he really didn't know and sure enough as soon as the task had been completed a new surge of customers had come into the store quickly undoing all of their work. Lesson learned, he'd settled on as he instead moved onto his next task, deciding that he'd sweep the floors again when the store wasn't as busy.

He was just about done with the isle he'd decided to start on when someone had approached him, while not something new, given where he worked it wasn't often he was approached as most customers already knew where to find whatever it was they had come into the store to buy. "No," he replied, pausing in his task as he turned to face the older male, "can't say we've ever had something like that here," he replied as he thought over the past sales the store had had since he'd started working there, "at least nothing for new customers. I think we had a few items on sale though, can't really remember what they were but there's a booklet at the front of the store listing them all," he finished, returning the male's smile, "I can show you where if you'd like."

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That was a new perspective of things, Izuku wasn’t the type to let his worries die down, but sometimes he did need to relax. Take time to think things through without rushing it. He just had to be careful and be on guard no matter what the case is, even if there weren’t many villains in Wonderland.

“Yeah! I wouldn’t mind that.” Izuku said, a soft smile appearing on his face as his tension relaxed for the time being, this male didn’t seem so bad. No bad intentions were present and he could go for a bite to eat. “If you don’t mind having company, I’d love to tag along.”

"Great!" He replied, satisfied with the younger teen's answer, "I think there was a burger place a few blocks that way, that work for you?" He continued as he motioned behind himself and to the left, "I haven't tried it myself yet, but I hear it's good; unless you want to get something different?"

t r a n q u i l

♛ Meme | Valentine’s Day Alphabet | Not Accepting

TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?Yes, he does. Although it’s not really something he’s spent too much time dwelling on, more focused on his friends and favorite sport.ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?He’s more of a romantic than a cynic, but a lot of his actions are done without much thought on his part.AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?He’s very open with his touches, especially when it comes to the person he loves. He’ll most likely to hug them more, hold their hand but also doing small things like buying them lunch or trying to do things that he feels may help his partner at any given time especially if they’re sick or under a lot of stress. NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?He’s more of the type to go with the flow, won’t push for anything his partner wouldn’t want to do but is open to new experiences, etc.QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?He’s most likely to propose first, but wouldn’t mind if his partner beat him to it either. UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken? Not yet. I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?It’s pretty easy for him to say, he’s most likely to say it more just for his partner’s reactions to him saying it. LOVE. who does your muse love?I dare you to guess vnv

“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.” -Gokudera

♛ Meme | Rainy Day | Not Accepting

He' fallen into somewhat of a trance while watching the rain fall outside of his window, the sound almost lulling him into a light doze when he was startled out of it as the other teen had spoken, pulling the dark haired teens attention away from the window and instead on the lounging teen.

"Okay," he said giving the storm guardian a grin, "let's go, though we'll probably end getting sick if we stay in it too long."

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

♛ Meme | Rainy Day | Not Accepting

"It's kind of a long story," he replied with a small laugh, "but long story short is I got lost and didn't really plan for the rain so here I am."

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    Gokudera’s eyes scanned the baseball player carefully, watching him closely as he walked up to him to catch up, trying his best to read him and look for any hint of what had crossed his mind that had caused him to freeze on the spot and even suddenly blush. He had known his fellow guardian long enough to pick up on when he was trying to cover for something, and he knew it wasn’t that cold that his cheeks would suddenly go red from it. 

    Whatever it was, he’d probably tell him later on, he always did.

    “You don’t have to think so hard on a stupid question you know, you’ll end up hurting yourself if you think too hard.” He joked lightly as he tapped his chest lightly with the back of his hand once the baseball player had caught up, a small smile playing on his lips before he turned his attention back to the road and picked up his pace a little to get back to his place a bit faster per his request. Even with the slight touch against him he could feel the warmth that radiated from him, that welcoming warmth that he always contributed to his flame, the tranquility that came with it. 

    “Geez, I don’t get how you feel so cold when I feel a whole lot warmer just standing next to you!” He shoved his hands into his jacket pocket as he walked next to him, if he stood a little closer to him, it was simply because of that and nothing else, or so he had to tell himself since he was suddenly feeling a little self conscious about that sudden decision. 

    As they walked the last blocks to his place, he began to wonder if the search they had planned on the spot would even be worth it. One one hand it would get the taller guardian off his back, but on the other hand it would annoy the hell out of him because he already knew it was impossible to have fallen for anyone he had just recently met and never talked to. Yamamoto’s early on the spot theory of what love was had helped him narrow down the possibility of who it was, but he was dead set on not doing anything about it. His friendship with him was far too precious to him, and if he was completely and utterly wrong about this and he had simply projected these feelings from the fear of the disease then he risked so much for nothing. 

    As they finally got to his place, he slowly opened the door for them and let the taller male in, before he walked in and closed the door behind them. Uri had quickly run to the door to greet them both with a soft mew as Gokudera leaned down to pick her up.

    “You know…..I think we shouldn’t bother trying to find this mystery person that’s caused this stupid disease in me. If love’s like how you think it is, then I should already have an idea of who it is. I probably just need more time to figure out who it is and go from there, or maybe they’ll have a vaccine or something before that.” He scratched the top of Uri’s head as he spoke, walking towards his small living room and only pausing to cough up a few petals.

"Wha- hey! That's kind of harsh," he said with a laugh, falling into step beside Gokudera as they continued on their path, "it's not that hard of a question," he finished with a barely there pout before shrugging the comment away glad for the small subject change, knowing it had been said as nothing more than a joke. "You might think so," he continued with a grin, opting to ignore the way the storm guardian's words and actions made his heart skip a beat, "but I can still feel pretty cold regardless." He fell silent, content to let the quiet settle between the two of them as they continued their short walk to the other guardian's apartment; more focused on his thoughts than the need to fill the silence between them for once. His thoughts still more of a jumbled mess than anything else, he couldn't even be sure where he'd even start to try and somehow make any kind of sense of them or what he felt actually meant for himself and Gokudera; whether or not this was where he was supposed to say something or keep it to himself. Telling the silver haired teen seemed like the more logical choice but at the same time he couldn't be quite sure. The slight doubt is what had him more at a loss than anything else; it had taken months for the silver haired teen to actually think of him as a friend rather than a rival or an annoyance that tended to tag along more often than not; let alone get to a point in their lives where the other guardian would think of him as a best friend or someone the storm guardian could confide in. But the thought of keeping his newly discovered feelings a secret left him feeling uneasy, as if he was betraying the teen by saying nothing. How long would he even be able to keep them to himself? He was pretty terrible at hiding things let alone not saying something he felt needed to be said for an unknown amount of time. But could he really risk ruining what had taken so long to build in a matter of seconds because he couldn't keep quiet? Why did these things always seem easier when it involved someone else? Or was he just overthinking things? He let out a sigh as they reached Gokudera's apartment, stepping past the opened door as the storm guardian motioned for him to enter. He was pulled out of his thoughts as something ran past his legs, realizing it was Yuri moments later as he turned around just in time to see Gokudera pick up the small kitten. He'd just been about to greet the small kitten, arm held out to pet Yuri when he paused as Gokudera spoke. Oh. That's right, he recalled, Gokudera clearly had someone he loved already. Even if the teen didn't seem all too happy at the thought, it was still a fact, the main reason for their talk about love in the first place. The realization that his feelings may be one sided caused his hear to skip a beat for a completely different reason, gone was the warm, giddy feeling he'd felt earlier, instead replaced with a dull ache that he hadn't been prepared for. Jealousy soon followed as he realized they had to be someone amazing to be able to win over the storm guardian's affections. He was almost tempted in agreeing with storm guardian, more of selfish need to keep said guardian to himself than anything else; but as the other teen coughed up some more petals the petty thought was pushed aside, the well being of his friend more important than his own selfish needs. How could he dare to say he loved the teen and let him continue to suffer through the disease? When the cure was right in front of them? "Well," he started with a shake of his head, a sad useless attempt at chasing away the ache in chest, "would it hurt to try? I mean nothing says you actually have to get with the person you're on love with right? I'm sure there are lots of people who fall in love but don't end up together because of timing or something, maybe it's something like that," he paused as he followed the teen into the living room, "but what if there isn't a vaccine? I don't want to see you keep hurting like this if you don't have to."

“It’s been raining for days.”

“Looks like the rainy season is finally here.”

“Shall I put on a pot of tea?”

“Turn up the heat/put another log on the fire, the rain brought a chill.”

“Close the window, you’ll ruin the flooring!”

“You’re sopping wet.”

“What on earth were you doing out there?”

“Fine, you can come in, but take off your shoes.”

“I don’t need you tracking mud everywhere.”

“The sound of rain is so nice.”

“You’re going out? In this?”

“You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”

“I like the rain and all, but being stuck inside is so boring.”

“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”

“I cannot believe we’re stuck in this!”

“Maybe we should find somewhere to take cover until it stops.”

“Does it ever stop raining here?”

“Oh no! The rain ruined our picnic.”

“Want to go for a walk in the rain?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”

“Look at the sky! The lightning is insane.”

“It’s getting pretty intense out there.”

“A rainy day, warm blankets, a cup of tea, and a book to tie it all together.”

“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.”

“Here, this should warm you up.”

“Come in here before you catch a cold.”

“Ugh, that’s just a silly old wives’ tale.”

“I pity the poor souls caught out in this.”

“Aren’t there any books to read?”

“Rains smells so different in the city.”

“The rain smells better in the countryside.”

“Nothing like the sound of rain to go with a good book.”

“Careful, the tea is still hot.”

-draws on the fogged up windows-

-Flips loudly through book-

-sighs- “It’s so cozy in here.”

oh-arinkytinkytinky·:

Clutching her tail, which was beginning to throb with dull pain, Marie glanced up at the boy who spoke to her.  “It’s OK,” she replied, he voice deep with pain, ”I didn’t expect it to be so busy here.”

Marie pushed herself closer to the wall, hoping that nobody else would stand on her as she tried to decide what to do about the predicament she found herself in.  The door to the cafe was just a few feet away, but it was closed and she doubted that the people inside would hear her patting the door over the noise of the street.  

Noticing the boy was still there, she glanced up with a desperate look in her eyes, “Could you please open the door to the cafe?  I… might be safer inside.”

"Woah!" He said in surprise as the small kitten spoke, "you can talk!" He continued as he stared down as the small feline, unconsciously moving to stand in front of her to shield her from the other people walking through the street. Hearing her speak had shocked him, he hadn't even known that that was something some animals may be able to do here in Wonderland, but given what he knew of the world it didn't seem all that unlikely that some animals may be able to talk to the people wandering the streets.

"Yeah, sure," he replied as he turned in the direction of the cafe's door, before he paused and turned back to the small kitten, "do you want me to carry you?" He asked, "might be safer on my shoulder or arm instead of the ground."

Stomping Ground

A box of chocolates shaped like a baseball sits in his mailbox with a small note “Don’t eat them all at once and get a sugar high. -☠️”

"You can't give me a box of chocolates and expect me not to eat them all," he muttered to the absent teen, with a pout as he read the note, granted the note didn't say anything about him not eating them all, just that he didn't eat them all at once.

Sir, I must say that your eyes are quite captivating. Be careful, you might hypnotize some poor soul into falling for you this Valentine's Day

"Thanks!" He responded, giving the blond a smile, "that's nice of you to say."

recklessbrxvery·:

It was true, Izuku had run into so many villains, ever since he first stepped foot into this crazy place. It’s been one villain after another, the worst has yet to come. Or so he thought. It could have been worse, Shigaraki could have been wandering the streets of Wonderland, and if he was, he hadn’t run into him.

Well, that was the last thing he needed. Especially Shigaraki Tomura, he knew that the villain had a grudge against him. But it wouldn’t be anything he’s not used to.

His eyes looked up towards the other with a slight worried expression, seeing the grin made him less tense. Something about him represented what All Might would have said to him, that he takes things into detail far too easily. “Yeah, that is something I’ve got to keep in mind. Although, I feel like if I don’t keep my guard up, something will happen.”

"I guess that's kind of true," he said with a nod of his head, "but if you're always worrying about something that might happen how are you ever going to do anything else? Like, it's good to want to be prepared for anything but at the same time you don't want to spend all your time worrying about it when you can't even be sure that it will."

"Hey! You want to grab something to eat with me?" He asked, struck by an idea of how he could maybe help put the teen before him at ease, maybe get his mind off training for a bit, "I was going to get something before heading home, so having some company wouldn't be so bad."

lightning-assassin·:

“Oh well…” Killua paused for a moment trying to see how he could explain it without getting into the whole nen thing.

“I can produce electricity and can use it to move pretty fast. Though I usually use it to fight so uh…” He motioned to the baseball that had stopped smoking but the smell of ozone was still there. He showed him by holding his index finger and thumb about two inches apart. Some blue electricity sparked between the pads of his two fingers for a moment.

“The name is Killua by the way.” He reached out his hand

"That's pretty neat," he replied as he leaned down a bit, resting his hands against he's knees to get a closer look at the sparks between the younger teen's fingers. "Would hate to get hit with that," he joked with a nod of his head, "I imagine it's pretty painful."

"I'm Takeshi," he responded, reaching out to take the younger teen's hand in a handshake.

timid-hero·:

Tamaki paused for a moment thinking. He felt some nerves as the customer described his preference that was very unspecific. What if he offered him something he did not like? What if he hated it? 

“Oh o-okay then I think you might want a m-mocha then. It is sweet but still can get that coffee flavor through it. Or we have some flavor beans so it would have the bitterness, the cinnamon bun flavor beans are pretty good and it is p-pretty good with french vanilla creamer we have on the counter over there.” He felt his voice get quieter as he talked. He looked over at his manager who had both her thumbs up towards him as he talked. He quickly looked away with red tipped ears and looked back towards the customer.

He let out a low hum as he thought over the teen's words, he'd had a mocha before so he knew that was a drink he usually liked back home and was the safe choice in case he didn't like what else the teen had suggested but was more in the mood to try something different than what he usually tended to have.

"I'm kind of a sucker for cinnamon buns, so I'll give that a try," he said with a nod of his head, "besides I won't know if I like it or not if I don't try it right?"

bombaditempesta·:

    “I promise I won’t do that anymore from now on and later on if something like this happens again so don’t look so upset okay?” Gokudera placed his hand on Yamamoto’s shoulder in another attempt to make him feel better. He should probably put a cap on his darkish humor around him, he really hated upsetting him with litle things like that. He had to admit that it was a stupid thing that he did but he couldn’t really take it back now. Least he can do was make sure he didn’t repeat it again in the future.

    “You’ll see the differences between the story and this world once you’ve been here a little bit more. So don’t let me overwhelm you with all this information. It’s not really that important anyways.” He leaned down to place Uri on his shoulders as he streatched out, looking around them. trying to see if perhaps he could find someone he could use as an example of a character they would know from the store, but he couldn’t see any. Or at least any that were noticable. “I know for sure the Chesire Cat is one of those that isn’t like the story…” He grumbled out his reply as he glared off into the distance. 

    “You know I really hate that you have this stupid talent of making stupid things make sense.” He sighed out. Stories always steamed from truth, how else could he claim that he was a fanatic of the unknown when there weren’t many sightings of things like the Lockness Monster or aliens and so on. “Would having someone find the person they’re meant to be with actually make them happy though?”

"Okay," he said, giving the storm guardian a grin, his worries somewhat washed away by Gokudera's promise, "I'm here now, so next time just ask me and I'll pinch you or something to make sure it's not a dream," he continued with a brief nod of his head. "I guess," he agreed, a bit glad he wouldn't have to take in too much about the world for the moment; he looked around them as the storm guardian spoke before settling on watching the now seated guardian instead. "Have you met him?" He asked, curious as he took in Gokudera's clear annoyance at their situation, although it could have been towards said cat too. He couldn't blame him though, a few days ago his biggest worry had been the missing guardian as each day came and went with no signs of said teen. And now, while glad he'd managed to run into the missing teen and finding said male fine and safe it still left the fact that he'd been dragged into Wonderland where Gokudera had clearly been dragged to weeks ago when he'd first gone missing in order to do so. "Thanks!" He responded with a small laugh, "I think."

"I don't know," he answered with a shrug of his shoulders, "I think that depends on the people and their circumstances, right?"

Finally Found

bombaditempesta·:

    Gokudera replied with a soft hum, he was hoping at least for some weird response of what love was that only Yamamoto himself would understand until he would be able to decipher it, but it just went to prove that love itself was complicated if even the baseball player didn’t know how to explain it. He should have expected the other to not have thought about it too much since they didn’t have the luxury to really think about that stuff with the life they lived even if they were still young and should have been thinking about it. Even before Yamamoto had finally fully recognized the mafia life he was too involved in baseball to even allow himself those thoughts. 

    He sighed softly as they made their way to his apartment, taking a swig from the handy waterbottle the swordsmen had supplied him with everytime he felt that slight burn in his throat. He glanced over at the taller male when he noticed the silence that had fallen between them and raised an eyebrow in surprise as he seemed to be deep in thought. He hadn’t really expected him to think that hard about his question on love, but he couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face because of it. The rain guardian was showing that he was determined to help him in any way to fix this stupid disease, even if it was just by answering silly questions that probably had no real answer to them.

    He’d keep the silence between them, to give the other time to think and see if he’d come up with an answer as he continued leading them to his home. The bomber wasn’t going to be expecting an answer anytime soon honestly, and he was fine with that, but when the taller male finally spoke up with his answer he was only a bit surprised. 

    It seemed like Yamamoto had come to a simple conclusion, one that Hayato himself had thought of, at least for who he would fall in love with. So hearing Takeshi say the same thing caused his heart to skip a beat. He kept his face looking forward and tried to keep it calm and relaxed, to show no sign of reaction. “Someone you could trust with anything and everything.” He found himself finishing for the teen when he had gone silent, before realizing he had stopped following him as he glanced back in confusion.

    He raised an eyebrow at the teen as he tried to figure out why he looked to be in shock before worry began to spread to him. Had he come to the same conclusion he had? That it was probably, most certainly, Yamamoto himself that he harbored these feelings for? He hoped he was just jumping to conclusions on this assumption, he wasn’t ready to deal with that yet, he still needed time to process it himself and figure out the best route of this all because he was most definitely not going to risk ruining the friendship they worked so hard to build. 

    “Oi….baseball idiot you okay?”

"Yeah...," he agreed softly, falling silent as he tried to gather his thoughts into some sort of order, but the realization came expectantly and only served in leaving him with more questions than answers. Could he actually say and think that what he felt for the storm guardian was love? Sure he loved the storm guardian, how could he not? When said guardian was one of his best friends, especially after everything they'd been through together along with the rest of their friends and guardians since this all started all those years ago. It was to be expected that he'd come to care for Gokudera more and more throughout the years, he could say the same when it came to Tsuna and the others. But even he had to admit that his worry for the storm guardian tended to run a little deeper than his worry for the rest of them. Sure, he'd still jump in front of each and everyone of them if it meant his friends would all be safe and unharmed, but he always seemed to gravitate towards the storm guardian more than the others. Somehow always managing to find the silver haired teen first more often times than not and remained on edge when he couldn't locate the male. Only letting out a breath of relief and some sort of weight seemed to lift off him when he finally managed to locate said teen in the midst of their latest fight, glad and relieved to find the teen alive.

How could he be sure that what he felt for Gokudera was any different than what he felt toward Tsuna or any of the others? What did being in love even actually mean? Was it that he was meant to do something different or want something different from the storm guardian than what he got from the others? He tried to think back to the few movies he'd watched, of their classmates who'd complained about their girlfriends and boyfriends, of his coworkers who sometimes did the same or of the stories they told of how said boyfriends or girlfriends surprised them the day before with some sort of gift or date. Stories of first kisses and hand holding that often followed awkward confessions. Was that something he wanted with the other teen? The thought of kissing the shorter teen had never crossed his mind before, but he'd never actually thought about kissing anyone else either, let alone doing any hand holding or going on a date. Shaking his head briefly he looked up at the silver haired teen and quickly looked away as the thought of kissing the storm guardian only seemed to set his face on fire and sent his heart racing. Okay, so maybe he wouldn't mind doing those things with Gokudera, he thought as he shook his head again in an effort to will away the warmth in his cheeks and taking a breath as he tired to calm his too frantic heart.

"Yeah!" He spoke, startled out of his thoughts as Gokudera spoke, clearly noticing Yamamoto had stopped walking, "I'm fine, sorry a bit distracted," he continued as he moved to catch up to the guardian, rubbing at his face in an effort to hide any redness in his cheeks, "we should hurry to your place and get out of the cold, I can't feel my cheeks anymore," he joked as he gave the other teen a small grin, "we can talk more about it then."

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    “Not about winning….says the baseball player.” Gokudera huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring to his side as he reached for a napkin to clean the mess in his hands from his coughing fits and wipping his mouth clean. “Kinda figured I’d be stuck with you for the rest of my life or something ever since you knocked some sense into me during our first fight with Gamma.”

    “Yeah let’s get out of here now, I’m tired of people not minding their own damned business.” He replied as he tossed his napkins away and gave a harsh glare at a random stranger who had glancing at them since their argument had first started. He nodded at the swordsmen as he picked up their trays and went to toss them, letting himself just sit on the ground as he let his thoughts overtake him while Yamamoto was gone. 

    He was going to have to thoroughly research this disease, learn its ups and downs, see if it even had the ability to mutate and change how it affected people. He didn’t want to believe that he had actually caught it because he had fallen in love, and it wasn’t because he just thought it was stupid, it was simply because he didn’t want it to be because he had at some point probably fallen for the stupid rain guardian. That was the only logical solution because there was no fucking way he had fallen for anyone else, he knew himself way too much to know that he wasn’t that kind of person, even if he’d changed over the years, he was still the judgmental person he was that looked down on others before giving them a chance. 

    What even did love feel like? He’d have to know that before he even started trying to narrow down who could have caused him this suffering. He really only knew the love of a mother, though he could barely remember it and only pieced it together from how Tsuna’s mother treated them all and the younger brats, and he had long sense realized the love he felt for the Tenth was that of devotion and friendship. Then there was the love he had for Bianchi, but that was the love of siblings because he also hated her just as much due to all the suffering she still seemed to cause him even if she didn’t mean it. Actual romantic love? That he had no idea about. 

    He groaned loudly to himself before he noticed Yamamoto approaching again and picked himself back up from the floor as he reached for the water bottle. 

    “You’re the only one I interact daily with. I barely talk to anyone else unless I need to but whatever, it’s all worth a shot.” He shrugged as he opened the water bottle and took a long drink from it. It really helped the soreness in his throat from all the coughing he’d done. “Serious question first though….and don’t you dare laugh at it…” He spoke with slight irritation in his voice as he put the cap on his bottle and looked away from the taller male. “What does feeling in love even feel like?”

He let out a low hum as he thought over the storm guardian's question, the thought of laughing hadn't even crossed his mind given the other male's current dilemma. "I don't know," he finally answered as he tried to remember whether or not that was something he'd asked his father or any of their friends but came up with nothing. "I've honestly never thought about it," he continued with a brief shrug of his shoulders as he turned to lead them out of the store, mindful to keep himself close to Gokudera as a precaution as they made their way out of the building. He fell silent as they made their way out the front doors, subconsciously falling into step with Gokudera as the storm guardian lead the way. Love had never been something he, himself, had ever really thought of, his thoughts and time mostly focused on the sport he loved to play and hanging out with their friends when they weren't in the midst of another fight against their most recent enemy. Sure he loved baseball, but even he was aware of the feeling enough to know that loving baseball and loving someone were two completely different things. And sure, he loved his father but it was the type of love a son had for a father or mother, he may have loved his mother but she hadn't stuck around for him to even really feel anything more than indifference for her. Romantic love, however, was something he didn't know a thing about. What was it like to fall in love? How would one even know when they fell in love or loved someone? How would anyone even describe the feeling? The more he thought about it the more questions he seemed to have, question he didn't even know where to start to search for answers. And with that thought alone, it became clear to Yamamoto that maybe finding the cure for this disease wouldn't be as simple as finding the person Gokudera had come to love. Back at home, if this had come up, he would have gone to his father just like when he'd set out to learn how to wield a sword, knowing his father would have been the best person to ask. He had to of been in love with his mother at some point right?

"Maybe it's not that different from the love you feel for your friends?" He asked after a few minutes of silence between them, "I mean all types of love have to have something in common right? So what's the difference?" He asked, thinking the question over himself, thinking back to the stories he's read or heard of; the movies he's watched with his friends or on his own. Of the girls in their class back at home and how they'd sometimes complain about their boyfriends or lack of one, of Tsuna's ever growing crush on Kyoko. "It obviously has to be someone you like, right? You can't really love someone you hate, otherwise that would be kind of complicated, I'd imagine," he said glancing up at the sky above them. "So it has to be someone you care about or like, someone you want to spend time with," he continued as he looked over at the teen beside him, pausing as he studied the silver haired teen's face before continuing, clearing his throat as he spoke, "like, someone you want to protect and make happy and would do anything for-..." he trailed off as something seemed to click into place in his mind, a lump forming in his throat as the seconds ticked by as he came to a stop, shock clear on his face; so that's what it felt like...but how could anyone even think to try and put it into words to describe it?