Here's the first chapter of the story I was working on when For You popped into my head.

Please keep in mind that this story is set while they're in university and thus in their early twenties.

Gokudera took a deep breath as he stepped onto the campus grounds, heart pounding and the palms of his hands moist with sweat. He had never been this nervous in his life, despite his confident words to Yamamoto the night before. It was not himself he worried about, he doubted anyone taking the same courses would notice a difference, but Yamamoto on the other hand…

He sighed in frustration and ran his fingers through his silver locks, his other hand reaching into the pocket of his jeans to pull out his lighter and cigarettes. He lit one and took a drag, relaxing slightly as he did so.

People were bound to notice that Yamamoto, who never wore any jewelry, suddenly donned a ring on his finger. Even if it was not on his ring finger, Gokudera would not have that, people were bound to start wondering. He doubted that anyone would connect it to the matching one that he had, he always wore a lot of rings and bracelets after all. Most of the students were probably not even aware of the fact that they knew each other. Gokudera knew that he was rather famous at the university because of his academic skills, but he was known as the unsociable foreigner that would not speak to anyone unless there was a group project. Yamamoto, on the other hand, was too popular for his own good and soon enough people would start looking, trying to figure out just who had captured his heart. While Gokudera was used to being admired from afar, Yamamoto's friendly nature had the young women swarming around him and rumors had been going on for quite some time that he was seeing someone.

He took another drag, slowly blowing out the smoke as he started walking towards his classroom. Yamamoto had morning practice today, so the word had probably already started spreading. The baseball team was popular and a large portion of the students would come to look at them before their lectures began. Gokudera never went himself, though he would go to watch the games where there was a larger crowd, since he preferred to go unnoticed. If he showed up during practice people were bound to get the impression that he actually wanted to socialize. He was perfectly content not doing that and he only needed one babbling idiot without any sense of personal space in his life.

As he neared the building in which he had his lecture other students started showing up, eagerly chattering with their friends. Feeling slightly nauseous, Gokudera leaned against the rough concrete wall, desperately inhaling to the point his cigarette was glowing. He needed to calm down now, or people would definitely notice that something was odd. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took another sharp breath. Gokudera knew he was overreacting, but the prospect of the whole school finding out suddenly felt a lot more threatening now than when they had decided upon this whole thing.

He knew that he could simply take off the ring, shove it into his pocket and there would be nothing for him to fret over. He ran his thumb over the shiny surface, twirling the ring back and forth as he contemplated the idea. As much as Gokudera wanted to avoid drawing attention it was not his thing to simply back out. Especially not after weeks of planning and effort put into the design. This was something he had wanted to for Yamamoto and for his own sake as well. Gokudera knew he was not as attentive and caring as he would have liked to be, not that the other male seemed to mind, so this was his way of giving something back. Even if no one else figured it out, Yamamoto would know. That was all that mattered. Encouraged by the thought, he snuffed out his cigarette against the wall, deciding it was time to go to the lecture before the bell rang.

Gokudera had simply assumed that the ones taking the same courses as him had not watched the morning practice as there had been no whispering, but when second period also passed without any mention of the baseball player he had gotten confused. Were the students in his faculty that uninterested in rumors? Maybe Yamamoto had forgotten his ring in the morning? No, he had not noticed it when he got up and Yamamoto might be clueless sometimes, but he was not forgetful. There was only one way of knowing.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the second period, Gokudera had already packed up his things and darted out of the classroom. He sped towards the other side of campus, where Yamamoto had his classes. He took the shortest way, which meant going up a steep slope, trying to stay in the shade as he cursed the Japanese summer. The humidity that came with the rain season had not yet arrived, but the sun was blazing down upon him and made him sweat from the slightest physical exertion. He took the incline in long strides, deciding that it was better just to get done with it instead of going slowly and trying to avoid getting overheated. It was bound to happen anyway. He walked close to the trees lining the slope, trying to stay in the shade as much as possible.

By the time he reached the top of the incline, Gokudera was panting heavily and could feel sweat trickling down his neck. Gathering the silver strands of hair, he tied it back with one of the hair ties he always carried around his wrist. The school grounds were now bustling with life as people searched for a place to enjoy their meals. He could see the line to the cafeteria already stretching well outside the building and thanked the heavens that he was not buying lunch today. It was usually not the case, but on the days he did, he would wait until near the end of the break and then scarf down his food before sprinting to class. Gokudera walked towards one of the brick houses and headed inside after having stopped by a vending machine to get an iced coffee.

There were only ACs in the classrooms, but it was still refreshing to step into the building, away from the scorching rays of sunlight. The corridors were practically empty now, the only sound being his own footsteps bouncing off the walls. He stepped into a side corridor and after casting a quick glance around him, he opened one of the doors and slipped inside.

Gokudera gently closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. The room was small and only contained two tables that had been pushed together with two chairs on each side. The single window faced one of the many courtyards of the building. He knew that there were tables lining the sides of the courtyard and that the table right by the window was the usual lunch spot for part of the baseball team.

He had not intended to stalk Yamamoto. By chance he had one day, when searching for a place to have lunch, discovered that the small study room everyone believed to be locked, in fact was not so. It just happened that Yamamoto and his closest friends from the team would enjoy their meal right outside the window.

He left the lights off. There really was no need since the sun shone brightly today, its warm rays dancing across the wall adjacent to the window. Turning on the lights would only alert people of the room being in use, something that he wanted to avoid. He could find another place to eat, but this was his sanctuary, a safe haven which he could always retreat to. He even refrained from going there every day in order to prevent anyone from discovering his little secret.

Gokudera quietly stalked over to the window, opening it ever so slightly, before sitting down at the table. He reached into his bag for his lunchbox, courtesy Yamamoto, and started eating as he waited for the baseball players to arrive. He kept on glancing towards the window, heart hammering in his chest, even though he was unable to see the table outside from where he was seated. He was not nervous, at least not like this morning, and if he had to describe the feeling it was something akin to excitement. Gokudera realized that part of the reason he had decided to listen in on the conversation was because he was curious to see if anyone had noticed.

Yamamoto's friends did not disappoint. There were shuffling sounds and laughter as they claimed their usual table, but silence quickly spread. There was a sense of expectance in the air and Gokudera imagined they had all turned to look at Yamamoto.
"So, Yamamoto." The tone of the voice suggested that it was accompanied with a teasing smirk. "Is there a special someone who's sporting a ring matching yours?" the air was heavy with anticipation and he could tell that they had been dying for an answer to that question all morning. He was happy that they had the decency to wait until the entire team was not listening in on them.
"Yes, there is!" Yamamoto sounded as if he had been just as eager, if not more so, as them for that question to come. He was definitely flashing one of those goofy grins of his. Cheers erupted at the table and words flew out in an indecipherable mess. He could only discern a few words until Yamamoto spoke up again. "They are very pretty!" Gokudera scoffed slightly at the comment. He preferred 'handsome' if an epithet was to be given. His musings were interrupted by an incredulous exclamation.
"Five years?!" The person in question sounded absolutely scandalized. "You've been dating for five years and haven't thought about introducing us?" He could hear agreeing murmurs from the other players.
"Haha, calm down." It was odd hearing Yamamoto using that tone on anyone other than himself. "I'd love to introduce you guys, but they are not really a people person." Although being slightly offended at first, Gokudera supposed that it was a rather good way of describing himself.

It was not that he did not like having people around him, given that they were the right kind of people, which mostly consisted of Yamamoto and Tsuna. It was not his fault that people with a lower intellectual level aggravated him beyond reason and that there seemed to be an abundance of them. In order to avoid socializing with such people he kept contact outside his circle of acquaintances to a minimum and preferred to be left alone most of the time.

The other baseball players seemingly calmed down after that and the conversation gradually shifted to other topics, most of them relating to baseball. Having lost interest in the group, Gokudera continued with his lunch, only half listening to their playful banter.

Originally I had planned to have one chapter for each of the days in the story, but day one was becoming so long that I decided to split it into two.

I hope you enjoyed reading and I would love to get feedback on it!