Note: So, before I say anything else, I just want to apologize first and foremost. Life caught on, and this drabble series was one of the things that had to go. I hate when people drop stories out of the blue, but I did just that – so I want to apologize. (That, and I moved to a place where ffn was blocked for a year or so and only recently allowed me to come back on) So! I'm back, and updating again! That said, I am mostly on AO3 lately, same name. I have a new Hikaru no Go ff up over there, if anyone's interested in that old fandom (shameless plug).

I will be updating this drabble on ffn (for all my lovely readers - are any of you still around? - ;), but mainly in batches… because I think AO3 is a lot more user-friendly. So, if you have an AO3 account maybe follow that (another shameless plug) for constant (ish) updates.

Lastly, if there are still readers here interested in this drabble series, thank you! I reread the reviews lately, and that's what made me want to continue this! You guys are the best.


Pink

"Everything is so pink," Gokudera grumbled, glaring at everything in a twenty-meter radius.

"Aww, can't handle a little pink?" Yamamoto teased good-naturedly, slugging an arm across his shoulder. Gokudera glared at the offending arm too, a hefty weight on his right shoulder.

"I'm offended by it." He corrected. "It's heavy," he added, pointedly staring at the arm draped across his shoulder. Yamamoto shot him a grin, and shifted the weight of his arm, but it remained on his shoulder — a steady, constant weight.

"Everyone's just hyped up for Valentine's Day." Yamamoto said, after a few seconds ticked by. It would have been better if he hadn't brought up the offending holiday.

"They're 15," Gokudera scoffed. "What do they know about love?" Yamamoto pointed a raised eyebrow at him. "And you do?"

Gokudera turned away, heart twisting. He did. Love was a lean, tan arm, tacky pink boxes of too-sweet chocolate, a cheesy grin, kisses that lasted all day—

Something landed on his head, and he jerked out of his memories — most days he remembered his current age, other days he still found himself swept away by a time that no longer existed — hand reaching upwards.

He brought it down, staring at the object in his hand. "What's this?"

"A bribe," came Yamamoto's response. Gokudera turned to him, incredulous.

"A bribe for what?" His voice came out high, squeaky, and not his own.

Yamamoto shrugged, standing up. "To give me all the chocolates you will receive next week." He walked away, not giving Gokudera a chance to reply.

Gokudera stared at his retreating back, a tight grip around the box in his hand.

"Idiot." It came out with a fondness he would never admit; the pink box of chocolates a reminder some things never changed — no matter the lifetime.


And, that's it for this time. Next week's prompt has been decided: Valentine – guess who's showing up ;) Also, please feel free to leave me a prompt. I'm running out of ideas… ;

Until next time!

Ama