Pervenche
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: TYL!Yamamoto, Gokudera; mention of TYL!8059
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,371
Worksafe: Up to your discretion. (Read warning)
Warnings: It's not really pedophilic; but it kinda touches on it?
Author's Note: For templated. From...looooong ago, in a galaxy far, far away from reality.... Also, reading through the timeline here and the character info here, it seems to me that Gokudera should be around 16 when they go to the future, so...YEAH.
~*~
"...Gokudera--?"
"The tenth was upset; he cried himself to sleep. I want to be strong so I can let him relax. I want to know what to do different than my future self so that he doesn't...cry."
Yamamoto sighed. He knew this was coming--how could it not? It was Gokudera, whose only friend (currently) was his world. He felt duty-bound to protect Tsuna; to serve him, and to follow his every whim (even if Tsuna was a little freaked out by it most of the time). But...hadn't he just spent the last five minutes yelling, having locked himself in Yamamoto's room, destroying things? Emptying his drawers? Yamamoto supposed responsibility and respect would actually one day stick to Gokudera and hold. Gokudera was strong willed--Yamamoto had faith in him. "This may sound pretty weird coming from me, but.... You're still just a boy."
Gokudera's shoulders slumped in disbelief. "What the hell?! Ten years later and you're still an idiot!"
"No no no!" Yamamoto protested. He held his hands up in defense. "I just meant that you're allowed to be scared. You don't have to showcase pure bravery for the world to see. Tsuna will more than understand, I think."
Before Yamamoto could translate the look on Gokudera's face, he felt a small fist connect with his side. He stumbled back a bit--more surprised at the force than actually moved (or rather, budged) by the hit.
Gokudera glared up at him. "I don't know what's gotten into your head these last couple years, but I'm never scared! Especially when it comes to protecting the Tenth!"
"Okay, fine," Yamamoto conceded. It was easier to let Gokudera spew the words and let him attempt to believe them. Gokudera was more inclined to learn things the hard way, but hey--to each his own. "But don't forget that you exist as well. You like to forget that."
Gokudera turned scoffing, and lit up a cigarette. Once more he entered Yamamoto's room, followed closely by the older man. Yamamoto nearly stalked Gokudera back to the middle of the room where Yamamoto got a first-hand look of the damage Gokudera caused. His glass baseball cabinet was in shatters; glass glittered like pristine ice from the floor, with several autographed baseballs having rolled to random spots in his room. Two sat near the door (they must have been the ones Gokudera threw while Yamamoto tried to converse from the other side of his locked door), and a pile of clothes and loose drawers hung in front of his dresser. How nice.
Realization clicked, and he chanced a second glance. The Drawer, where he hid Things-that-Should-Not-be-Found-by-Sixteen-Year-Old-Boys, had been opened. But whether by chance or the grace of God it didn't seem like anything had been found. Yamamoto took this short chance to pray to any religious deity he'd ever heard of in thanks. When his eyes opened again he found Gokudera sorting through the clothes, and fixing the drawers.
"I'm...sorry I ruined your room like that," he muttered. Almost silent enough to not have been heard. Gokudera, even his older counterpart, wasn't one to apologize and even when he did things continued as though nothing had been said. Yamamoto grinned in return, and sat down next to the clothes to start folding them back into the drawers. His katana lay next to him, and Gokudera sat on the opposite side of the pile folding up a pair of jeans with a grimace on his face. "So," he began after a moment had passed. He placed the jeans back in to a drawer. It was the wrong one, but Yamamoto would rather not get a specially reserved glare.
"Get a girlfriend yet? Or are you not that cool?"
...Screw the Things-that-Should-Not-be-Found! Just outright ask about his personal life. Yamamoto cleared his throat, tossing a few shirts in the drawer.
"Erm, no. I don't have a girlfriend," he answered.
Gokudera raised an eyebrow, and his lips quirked into a grin. "Player, then?"
Yamamoto's face reddened. "No. Where is this coming from?"
Something caught in Gokudera's throat; Yamamoto saw him flinch a little bit over the shrinking pile of clothing. "Well, um, when I was emptying your drawers...."
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no....
"I, er, I kinda found a box of, erm.... Well, you know. And then a small bottle of...something, but I'm not quite sure what that is."
Yamamoto's eyes widened, and as he saw Gokudera raise the items up for him to see, Yamamoto lunged forward, snatching them from Gokudera.
"Dont--! Don't...!" Yamamoto straightened up, trying to hide the things in a different drawer. "Don't worry about those."
"Don't just blow it off! Why the hell are you so defensive over them?!" Gokudera threw a pair of socks at Yamamoto's face. "They're just condoms! And...I still don't know what the bottle is for!"
Yamamoto tossed several shirts and a pair of boxer-briefs on top of the box and bottle. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter, trying to retain any kind of dignity he could. "Don't worry about it, Gokudera. They're normal things for a fully grown man to own. You too, one day, will be a fully grown man."
Folding production from Gokudera's side of the pile increased in speed, as did the pink tint of his face increase in intensity. He hurriedly filled the first drawer, and opened another to throw more clothing in. Yamamoto sighed, and continued in a calmer fashion on his side.
"So, the Tenth," Gokudera began. "How...was he, you know...."
"I don't know," Yamamoto lied. "I just got here, remember." Yamamoto didn't think Gokudera would really be able to handle it. He stared intently at the shirt he was folding. (Did the left go over the right, or did the right go over the left? He'd have to ask Haru or Kyoko--whenever they returned from wherever it was they were.) He blindly hoped Gokudera would quit questioning, but he knew that the young boy would continue until he got what he wanted. It was that undying determination within him. Yamamoto didn't look up at all as he grabbed another shirt, but there was a 'thunk' that caught his attention. He was worried for a second when he snapped his gaze towards the sound, but upon seeing a photo album fall on to Gokudera's lap he relaxed, and continued with his shirt. Of course, Gokudera didn't continue with folding the clothes--Yamamoto didn't much mind--and instead opened the album.
"Hey, it's us at school!"
Yamamoto grinned to himself. "There are a bunch of school pictures in there."
Indeed there were a lot of school pictures, ranging from middle school, up to graduation, and finishing through a couple months of college until he'd been drafted into a Major League team. There were some landmarks from American cities, too.
"You sure do get around a lot. No wonder you have the large box."
"Go--Gokudera...!" Yamamoto dropped the shirt he'd been folding. "I'm not--!" He just couldn't think of anything to say to placate Gokudera's seemingly convinced mindset that he was often out and having sex with other women.
A few more page turns. "Well, I would think that women would be jumping you. Star Baseball Nut, and all. But, what's the bottle for?"
"Aren't you just a little too young to really be worrying about these things?"
"I'm sixteen!"
"Too young."
"Che. Bastard. Emba--?"
Gokudera paused, and when Yamamoto looked up the eyes on Gokudera's face widened exponentially, snapping up from the photo album in mid-turn. What had he come up with n--?
"Do you have--!" He paused again for a moment, Yamamoto's eyes narrowing. Gokudera's voice fell to a harsh whisper. "Do you have ED...?"
"..."
Yamamoto nearly died; he swore his heart stopped for what felt like nearly an hour. He tried breathing a couple times: Just barely successful. "Go-Goku...dera...." It was tough, but he'd fight through. "M-most men my age have no worry of getting ED...."
The page Gokudera had been turning fell open. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, nutter," he mumbled and looked down at the album as Yamamoto began folding again. Ah, a blue shirt. Blue was such a cool, calming color. It really matched his rain attribute rather well, he thought. He set the shirt in a drawer, getting ready to fill a new one. Even though he was turned away from Gokudera, Yamamoto felt something hit him. Something hard, and sharp. Though not something tangible, it was very, very solid. He almost didn't want to turn, but the hit was a lure and all be damned if his head didn't turn of its own volition.
The gaze that his eyes met was strong, and the jagged glare did not allow him to avert his eyes.
"Yamamoto," Gokudera said slowly.
"Go...kudera...?"
Without moving at all Gokudera held up the album, pointing to a picture. Yamamoto quickly glanced down at it.
"Who is that?"
"You. The future you. The you from 'now'."
"Right." Gokudera pointed to another photo, on the bottom of the page. "And who is this, exactly?"
Yamamoto looked down to the image pasted in the book. "That's me--"
It was an evening of realizations for Yamamoto, and this one was not a pleasant realization at all. Not in the least.
"You, huh?"
All Gokudera had to do was turn that page....
"You do look a lot cooler than your teenage self, I have to admit."
Just turn it, and it'd all be over. The secret would be out, and it could change his future. Well, his younger self's future. But it was still 'his'!
"But this..." Gokudera continued. The page was turning, turning...45°...90°.... 130°....
Sure enough.
"What is this?!" Gokudera yelled, exploding.
There it was. Plain as day.
"Why is the future me making out in a corner with you, huh?! And whose idea was it to sneak pictures of it, huh?!" Gokudera pointed repeatedly, his glare more piercing than Yamamoto could remember.
"Haha...!" was the feeble attempt Yamamoto gave for a laugh. "Well, that was actually your idea--!"
"Bull!"
"No really! And I think Romario was taking the photos for blackmail or something. (Though they got out anyway....)"
"Stop lying! You drugged me! What the hell did you drug me with?! Vongola doesn't deal in drugs! Where did you get them?!"
Several pairs of socks and a pair of (the older Gokudera's) boxers to Yamamoto's face later, Gokudera had calmed down a little bit though his face was a loud and screaming red. Yamamoto would attempt once more a civil conversation, and explain. ...Kinda.
"In this time..." he began. "The adult you and I are, er, a lot...'closer' than...yourself and my teenaged counterpart...."
Gokudera was quiet for a few moments. The book was still held open and visible beyond the diminishing clothes pile, allowing Yamamoto to look at the pictures on the page. Ah, the memories.
"So then...."
Yamamoto's eyes ripped from the pictures and upon landing on Gokudera's, the jade eyes he met glanced away. Gokudera scratched a bit behind his ear, still refusing to meet Yamamoto's eyes. The elder couldn't blame him. "I guess that means.... Ah--! Wait a minute...! NO! NO NO NO! IS THAT WHAT THAT BOTTLE IS?! AND THE CONDOMS?!"
...Ah, to just throw serenity out the window....
"ARE THEY?!"
Yamamoto sighed, hoping Gokudera knew what he was talking about. "Yes," he said. "Yes they are."
Gokudera seemed to be fighting words, or trying to sort them out to yell at Yamamoto some more. If Yamamoto had just taken the book away while he could, things may not have turned out this way, but...too late to do anything about that now.
"You...."
Yamamoto looked up as Gokudera began talking again. It was a lot calmer, but it still held that same ferocity as if he was yelling.
"...Are a pervert! I can't believe I let myself stay in the same room as you for this long! I can't believe you didn't try to rape me, or something!"
"You're sixteen!! I'm twenty-five!! I'm not a pedophile, you know!"
"Sure! Uh-huh! I saw the way you looked at me in the forest! You had those come hither eyes! NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE!"
"Gokudera! It was nostalgia! It's been ten years since I've seen you and Tsuna that young!"
The two held a staring contest. Yamamoto was used to these, and could win them often. More often than Hayato would like to admit.
Eventually Gokudera gave up, snapping the album shut with a 'che' and standing, setting the book on top of the dresser. "Whatever, pervert. I'm going back to bed."
"Okay; sleep well."
"I can't with a pedo like you around. The only reason I'm sorry for ruining your room is cuz I had to learn the truth the hard way! So don't think I'm getting all sentimental or whatever!"
Yamamoto was only slightly amused with how Gokudera picked up his pace to get past him, his cheeks still a blazing red.
"But...."
The current shirt in Yamamoto's hands fell back to the pile as he turned to look at Gokudera. "Hm?" he grunted softly, urging Gokudera to continue.
Gokudera hadn't turned; instead he just bent down slightly to pick up the baseballs he'd thrown earlier, and gently tossed them to Yamamoto. Yamamoto caught one deftly with his right hand behind his back, and the other he let bounce and roll towards the others. "Thank you for talking to me about the Tenth and all, even if you didn't say or do much, you freak."
Yamamoto grinned. "No problem. I know it's tough."
His attention returned to the small hill of clothes before him, though his stare was blank. The grin on his face was soft, and the opening and closing of his door was heard mere moments later without a final 'good night', or anything from Gokudera. But that was okay, because it was Gokudera, and Gokudera was always like that. Just because he didn't say it didn't mean he didn't mean it. Yamamoto understood it, and he understood it well. All that needed to happen was Gokudera getting to understand the world around him and himself. Then maybe things would be okay. Yamamoto had faith in that.
Characters/Pairing: TYL!Yamamoto, Gokudera; mention of TYL!8059
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,371
Worksafe: Up to your discretion. (Read warning)
Warnings: It's not really pedophilic; but it kinda touches on it?
Author's Note: For templated. From...looooong ago, in a galaxy far, far away from reality.... Also, reading through the timeline here and the character info here, it seems to me that Gokudera should be around 16 when they go to the future, so...YEAH.
~*~
"...Gokudera--?"
"The tenth was upset; he cried himself to sleep. I want to be strong so I can let him relax. I want to know what to do different than my future self so that he doesn't...cry."
Yamamoto sighed. He knew this was coming--how could it not? It was Gokudera, whose only friend (currently) was his world. He felt duty-bound to protect Tsuna; to serve him, and to follow his every whim (even if Tsuna was a little freaked out by it most of the time). But...hadn't he just spent the last five minutes yelling, having locked himself in Yamamoto's room, destroying things? Emptying his drawers? Yamamoto supposed responsibility and respect would actually one day stick to Gokudera and hold. Gokudera was strong willed--Yamamoto had faith in him. "This may sound pretty weird coming from me, but.... You're still just a boy."
Gokudera's shoulders slumped in disbelief. "What the hell?! Ten years later and you're still an idiot!"
"No no no!" Yamamoto protested. He held his hands up in defense. "I just meant that you're allowed to be scared. You don't have to showcase pure bravery for the world to see. Tsuna will more than understand, I think."
Before Yamamoto could translate the look on Gokudera's face, he felt a small fist connect with his side. He stumbled back a bit--more surprised at the force than actually moved (or rather, budged) by the hit.
Gokudera glared up at him. "I don't know what's gotten into your head these last couple years, but I'm never scared! Especially when it comes to protecting the Tenth!"
"Okay, fine," Yamamoto conceded. It was easier to let Gokudera spew the words and let him attempt to believe them. Gokudera was more inclined to learn things the hard way, but hey--to each his own. "But don't forget that you exist as well. You like to forget that."
Gokudera turned scoffing, and lit up a cigarette. Once more he entered Yamamoto's room, followed closely by the older man. Yamamoto nearly stalked Gokudera back to the middle of the room where Yamamoto got a first-hand look of the damage Gokudera caused. His glass baseball cabinet was in shatters; glass glittered like pristine ice from the floor, with several autographed baseballs having rolled to random spots in his room. Two sat near the door (they must have been the ones Gokudera threw while Yamamoto tried to converse from the other side of his locked door), and a pile of clothes and loose drawers hung in front of his dresser. How nice.
Realization clicked, and he chanced a second glance. The Drawer, where he hid Things-that-Should-Not-be-Found-by-Sixteen-Year-Old-Boys, had been opened. But whether by chance or the grace of God it didn't seem like anything had been found. Yamamoto took this short chance to pray to any religious deity he'd ever heard of in thanks. When his eyes opened again he found Gokudera sorting through the clothes, and fixing the drawers.
"I'm...sorry I ruined your room like that," he muttered. Almost silent enough to not have been heard. Gokudera, even his older counterpart, wasn't one to apologize and even when he did things continued as though nothing had been said. Yamamoto grinned in return, and sat down next to the clothes to start folding them back into the drawers. His katana lay next to him, and Gokudera sat on the opposite side of the pile folding up a pair of jeans with a grimace on his face. "So," he began after a moment had passed. He placed the jeans back in to a drawer. It was the wrong one, but Yamamoto would rather not get a specially reserved glare.
"Get a girlfriend yet? Or are you not that cool?"
...Screw the Things-that-Should-Not-be-Found! Just outright ask about his personal life. Yamamoto cleared his throat, tossing a few shirts in the drawer.
"Erm, no. I don't have a girlfriend," he answered.
Gokudera raised an eyebrow, and his lips quirked into a grin. "Player, then?"
Yamamoto's face reddened. "No. Where is this coming from?"
Something caught in Gokudera's throat; Yamamoto saw him flinch a little bit over the shrinking pile of clothing. "Well, um, when I was emptying your drawers...."
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no....
"I, er, I kinda found a box of, erm.... Well, you know. And then a small bottle of...something, but I'm not quite sure what that is."
Yamamoto's eyes widened, and as he saw Gokudera raise the items up for him to see, Yamamoto lunged forward, snatching them from Gokudera.
"Dont--! Don't...!" Yamamoto straightened up, trying to hide the things in a different drawer. "Don't worry about those."
"Don't just blow it off! Why the hell are you so defensive over them?!" Gokudera threw a pair of socks at Yamamoto's face. "They're just condoms! And...I still don't know what the bottle is for!"
Yamamoto tossed several shirts and a pair of boxer-briefs on top of the box and bottle. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter, trying to retain any kind of dignity he could. "Don't worry about it, Gokudera. They're normal things for a fully grown man to own. You too, one day, will be a fully grown man."
Folding production from Gokudera's side of the pile increased in speed, as did the pink tint of his face increase in intensity. He hurriedly filled the first drawer, and opened another to throw more clothing in. Yamamoto sighed, and continued in a calmer fashion on his side.
"So, the Tenth," Gokudera began. "How...was he, you know...."
"I don't know," Yamamoto lied. "I just got here, remember." Yamamoto didn't think Gokudera would really be able to handle it. He stared intently at the shirt he was folding. (Did the left go over the right, or did the right go over the left? He'd have to ask Haru or Kyoko--whenever they returned from wherever it was they were.) He blindly hoped Gokudera would quit questioning, but he knew that the young boy would continue until he got what he wanted. It was that undying determination within him. Yamamoto didn't look up at all as he grabbed another shirt, but there was a 'thunk' that caught his attention. He was worried for a second when he snapped his gaze towards the sound, but upon seeing a photo album fall on to Gokudera's lap he relaxed, and continued with his shirt. Of course, Gokudera didn't continue with folding the clothes--Yamamoto didn't much mind--and instead opened the album.
"Hey, it's us at school!"
Yamamoto grinned to himself. "There are a bunch of school pictures in there."
Indeed there were a lot of school pictures, ranging from middle school, up to graduation, and finishing through a couple months of college until he'd been drafted into a Major League team. There were some landmarks from American cities, too.
"You sure do get around a lot. No wonder you have the large box."
"Go--Gokudera...!" Yamamoto dropped the shirt he'd been folding. "I'm not--!" He just couldn't think of anything to say to placate Gokudera's seemingly convinced mindset that he was often out and having sex with other women.
A few more page turns. "Well, I would think that women would be jumping you. Star Baseball Nut, and all. But, what's the bottle for?"
"Aren't you just a little too young to really be worrying about these things?"
"I'm sixteen!"
"Too young."
"Che. Bastard. Emba--?"
Gokudera paused, and when Yamamoto looked up the eyes on Gokudera's face widened exponentially, snapping up from the photo album in mid-turn. What had he come up with n--?
"Do you have--!" He paused again for a moment, Yamamoto's eyes narrowing. Gokudera's voice fell to a harsh whisper. "Do you have ED...?"
"..."
Yamamoto nearly died; he swore his heart stopped for what felt like nearly an hour. He tried breathing a couple times: Just barely successful. "Go-Goku...dera...." It was tough, but he'd fight through. "M-most men my age have no worry of getting ED...."
The page Gokudera had been turning fell open. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, nutter," he mumbled and looked down at the album as Yamamoto began folding again. Ah, a blue shirt. Blue was such a cool, calming color. It really matched his rain attribute rather well, he thought. He set the shirt in a drawer, getting ready to fill a new one. Even though he was turned away from Gokudera, Yamamoto felt something hit him. Something hard, and sharp. Though not something tangible, it was very, very solid. He almost didn't want to turn, but the hit was a lure and all be damned if his head didn't turn of its own volition.
The gaze that his eyes met was strong, and the jagged glare did not allow him to avert his eyes.
"Yamamoto," Gokudera said slowly.
"Go...kudera...?"
Without moving at all Gokudera held up the album, pointing to a picture. Yamamoto quickly glanced down at it.
"Who is that?"
"You. The future you. The you from 'now'."
"Right." Gokudera pointed to another photo, on the bottom of the page. "And who is this, exactly?"
Yamamoto looked down to the image pasted in the book. "That's me--"
It was an evening of realizations for Yamamoto, and this one was not a pleasant realization at all. Not in the least.
"You, huh?"
All Gokudera had to do was turn that page....
"You do look a lot cooler than your teenage self, I have to admit."
Just turn it, and it'd all be over. The secret would be out, and it could change his future. Well, his younger self's future. But it was still 'his'!
"But this..." Gokudera continued. The page was turning, turning...45°...90°.... 130°....
Sure enough.
"What is this?!" Gokudera yelled, exploding.
There it was. Plain as day.
"Why is the future me making out in a corner with you, huh?! And whose idea was it to sneak pictures of it, huh?!" Gokudera pointed repeatedly, his glare more piercing than Yamamoto could remember.
"Haha...!" was the feeble attempt Yamamoto gave for a laugh. "Well, that was actually your idea--!"
"Bull!"
"No really! And I think Romario was taking the photos for blackmail or something. (Though they got out anyway....)"
"Stop lying! You drugged me! What the hell did you drug me with?! Vongola doesn't deal in drugs! Where did you get them?!"
Several pairs of socks and a pair of (the older Gokudera's) boxers to Yamamoto's face later, Gokudera had calmed down a little bit though his face was a loud and screaming red. Yamamoto would attempt once more a civil conversation, and explain. ...Kinda.
"In this time..." he began. "The adult you and I are, er, a lot...'closer' than...yourself and my teenaged counterpart...."
Gokudera was quiet for a few moments. The book was still held open and visible beyond the diminishing clothes pile, allowing Yamamoto to look at the pictures on the page. Ah, the memories.
"So then...."
Yamamoto's eyes ripped from the pictures and upon landing on Gokudera's, the jade eyes he met glanced away. Gokudera scratched a bit behind his ear, still refusing to meet Yamamoto's eyes. The elder couldn't blame him. "I guess that means.... Ah--! Wait a minute...! NO! NO NO NO! IS THAT WHAT THAT BOTTLE IS?! AND THE CONDOMS?!"
...Ah, to just throw serenity out the window....
"ARE THEY?!"
Yamamoto sighed, hoping Gokudera knew what he was talking about. "Yes," he said. "Yes they are."
Gokudera seemed to be fighting words, or trying to sort them out to yell at Yamamoto some more. If Yamamoto had just taken the book away while he could, things may not have turned out this way, but...too late to do anything about that now.
"You...."
Yamamoto looked up as Gokudera began talking again. It was a lot calmer, but it still held that same ferocity as if he was yelling.
"...Are a pervert! I can't believe I let myself stay in the same room as you for this long! I can't believe you didn't try to rape me, or something!"
"You're sixteen!! I'm twenty-five!! I'm not a pedophile, you know!"
"Sure! Uh-huh! I saw the way you looked at me in the forest! You had those come hither eyes! NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE!"
"Gokudera! It was nostalgia! It's been ten years since I've seen you and Tsuna that young!"
The two held a staring contest. Yamamoto was used to these, and could win them often. More often than Hayato would like to admit.
Eventually Gokudera gave up, snapping the album shut with a 'che' and standing, setting the book on top of the dresser. "Whatever, pervert. I'm going back to bed."
"Okay; sleep well."
"I can't with a pedo like you around. The only reason I'm sorry for ruining your room is cuz I had to learn the truth the hard way! So don't think I'm getting all sentimental or whatever!"
Yamamoto was only slightly amused with how Gokudera picked up his pace to get past him, his cheeks still a blazing red.
"But...."
The current shirt in Yamamoto's hands fell back to the pile as he turned to look at Gokudera. "Hm?" he grunted softly, urging Gokudera to continue.
Gokudera hadn't turned; instead he just bent down slightly to pick up the baseballs he'd thrown earlier, and gently tossed them to Yamamoto. Yamamoto caught one deftly with his right hand behind his back, and the other he let bounce and roll towards the others. "Thank you for talking to me about the Tenth and all, even if you didn't say or do much, you freak."
Yamamoto grinned. "No problem. I know it's tough."
His attention returned to the small hill of clothes before him, though his stare was blank. The grin on his face was soft, and the opening and closing of his door was heard mere moments later without a final 'good night', or anything from Gokudera. But that was okay, because it was Gokudera, and Gokudera was always like that. Just because he didn't say it didn't mean he didn't mean it. Yamamoto understood it, and he understood it well. All that needed to happen was Gokudera getting to understand the world around him and himself. Then maybe things would be okay. Yamamoto had faith in that.