A/N: My first story! I'm not really sure about this, I'm bored, tired but can't sleep. Felt like writing something I guess. I think my characters are very OOC in this. Don't be too mean, please? But I still some criticism to make my stories better!

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did we would frequently see Tsuna walking in on Yamamoto and Gokudera making out. But that's never gonna happen is it? I think I just made myself depressed.

Hayato Gokudera gave a small sigh as his alarm clock signalled the start of his day.

"Damn, it's too early. Why do I even do this? It's not like he'll ever notice anyway," he thought moodily. Yes, the baseball-idiot didn't seem to notice him, but to Gokudera, it didn't make a difference. In truth, he didn't mind waking up early if it gave him a chance to see the baseball-idiot. Though he would never admit it, he enjoyed watching Yamamoto Takeshi smile and have fun while playing his favourite sport. The Mafioso sighed again. "If only… he would smile like that for me…" he said to himself before freeing himself from his thoughts and getting ready for the day, changing into the Namimori Middle uniform.

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Takeshi Yamamoto sat up in his bed and yawned. "Time for training!" he said with a smile. "And to see Gokudera…" he thought silently, his smile softening as his mind turned to his classmate and friend. The way that his silver hair glistened in the sunlight, the way he glared warningly at everyone except for Tsuna, the way he walked, talked, acted, everything about him made Yamamoto's mind melt with a strange feeling that could be only described as love. Too bad the bomber seemed to hate him in return. Yamamoto sighed before putting on his trademark smile. "Oh well, at least I can be with him, if only as a friend," he laughed as he packed his bags.

"Too bad that my heart doesn't agree with my mouth…"

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Gokudera smiled sadly as Yamamoto hit another home run. He wanted nothing more than to walk over there and congratulate him, to hug him and say how excellent he was, to make him happy. "But I couldn't do something like that. He'll probably never talk to me again. Anyway, I'm not supposed to have that kind of personality. Only around that woman, and only because she's my mother and I love her," he told himself. "But I love him too…" he thought. But then his internal clock beeped and he jumped up. "Ah! I need to go pick up the Jyuudaime!" and he rushed off towards Tsuna's house. He did not notice a particular pair of eyes that watched him questioningly. "Gokudera…?" thought Yamamoto.

"We…made…it…in…time…" panted a very worn out Tsuna at the door of their classroom.

"Of course! Do you I would let Jyuudaime be late?! As your right-hand man, it's my responsibility to-" Gokudera's stopped his ranting as a certain swordsman walked towards them. "Yo, Tsuna! I see you made it just in time!" laughed Yamamoto.

Gokudera, recovering from his mental failure, shouted angrily, "Of course! The Jyuudaime is perfect! He would never be late! Unlike you, baseball-idiot!"

"Haha, of course! Don't be offended, Gokudera!" replied the swordsman, once again unaffected by the mafioso's insults.

"Che, whatever," said Gokudera, blushing and turning away as he saw Yamamoto's large smile directed at him. Yamamoto just laughed, covering up the feelings in his stomach that had come upon seeing such a cute gesture from the normally fiery bomber. Gokudera pulled out his dynamite but was stopped by a very flustered Tsuna.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to take out your dynamite in school? People might get scared!" scolded the soon-to-be-mafia-boss.

"My sincerest apologies, Jyuudaime! It's just that when I see the baseball-idiot like that, I can't restrain the feelings that bubble up inside of me! It's-" Oh no. God, no. Gokudera stopped mid-sentence. He totally did not say that. He looked over at Tsuna worriedly, then at the one who he had practically just confessed his feelings to. The Jyuudaime looked shocked and confused, but luckily, Yamamoto was as dense as ever.

"Ahaha, you really are a funny guy, Gokudera!" The said boy mumbled something incoherent and turned to talk to Tsuna who seemed to have recovered a bit from his shock. "J-Jyuudaime, I didn't mean it that way! It's a slip of my tongue, I swear!" said Gokudera, shutting his eyes in apology. Tsuna stammered his acceptance in return and the storm guardian relaxed visibly. Beside them stood a particular baseball-idiot who had finally came to a decision.

As the final bell rung, Tsuna leaped out of chair. "Sorry, Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto! I have some training with Reborn, and he said I'll be punished if I was late! I can't walk home with you today!" yelled the Vongola Decimo as he ran out of the school grounds. "Perfect!" thought Yamamoto happily. He walked towards to Gokudera who was giving his boss a cheery farewell. "Looks like it's just you and me, Gokudera!" The bomber jumped and looked straight into his friend's eyes. Big mistake. He found himself being mesmerized in the deep amber of the rain guardian's eyes. "Hmm? Gokudera, is something wrong?" Yamamoto's voice broke through the bomber's thoughts. Gokudera snapped his head up before turning away blushing, and muttering, "Che, why am I always stuck with you?"

"He's so cute!" thought Yamamoto. "Time to put my plan into action!"

"Gokudera, let's go!" he said out loud, a smile plastered on his face. The mafioso grumbled but nodded. They began the slow, silent walk to their houses, Gokudera staying far away from his friend. The rain guardian nodded. It was time to get serious. Slowly, Yamamoto began to walk closer to the bomber. Gokudera seemed to not realise and said nothing, until he felt a hand on his arm. "Hey- What the f*ck?! Get your arm of me you stupid baseball-i…diot?" Gokudera's voice faded as the rain guardian leaned in close. "H-hey, what are you doing?" He asked, flustered and trying his best to restrain himself from leaning closer. "What I've wanted to do for a long time," replied Yamamoto softly and he closed the distance. Gokudera jolted as he felt soft lips on his. He gasped, giving Yamamoto the chance to enter, which he did. Gokudera moaned slightly as a tongue darted into his mouth. He quickly regained his senses, and tried to kiss back, but Yamamoto had released his grip and backed away slightly. "S-Sorry. I won't blame you if you want to kill me. I… just kind of had a feeling that you wouldn't mind. A-And I've wanted to kiss you for so long, I-I just couldn't hold back anymore," stammered the athlete. But he was quickly silenced by Gokudera, who put a finger to his lips. "Your feelings were right. And I've wanted you to kiss me for so long," whispered the bomber, before bringing them into another. This one lasted much longer, and luckily the street was empty. When they finally broke apart reluctantly, gasping for breath, Yamamoto finally confessed. "I love you, Hayato." Gokudera nodded happily in Yamamoto's arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you too, Takeshi," he whispered.

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At Namimori Middle Baseball Diamond, the crowd erupted into a cheer as the star of the baseball team; Yamamoto Takeshi hit the winning home run and reached home base with ease. The whole team surrounded him, as each of them cheered for him with joy. Yamamoto laughed with them for a while, but then spotted a familiar head of silver hair. He pushed through the crowd and was met with Gokudera. The bomber simply looked at him happily for a moment before congratulating him and pulling him into a hug. Gokudera softly whispered into Yamamoto's ear, telling him how excellent he was. Both ignored the squeals coming from the yaoi fangirls, ignored the distressed cries of sorrow coming from the Hayato Gokudera and Takeshi Yamamoto fanclubs, ignored the surprised look on their friend's faces. They didn't care about anything, not the mafia, not the embarrassment, not the reactions of their schoolmates. They only cared about making each other happy.

Owari~

A/N: Wow, my FIRST EVER FANFICTION! Tell me, did you like it? Or not…? I myself am pretty happy about it, but I am insignificant… Anyway, please review and tell me what you think! I need criticism to make me better! But compliments are good as well!