[FANFIC:] "All the Little Things" [5927-kinda]
Okay, so I started working on this one a few days ago... I decided to skip around on that prompt table instead of going 1, 2, 3...20. Instead, I've gone... 1...uhh...7... whatever one I choose to write next... ^^;
BUT! Without further ado...! I present to you... the only fluff that I've written within the last year or so:
Title: The Little Things
Author: kannachan27
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 5927
Rating: T at most
Warning: Fluff…? Uhh... and first time writing Gokudera's PoV..
Written for:
20loves
Table#_ Prompt#_: Table 1: Prompt 7
Prompt: “Even though you’ve never told me you love me, I know you do. I can feel it.”
---
He likes to touch me.
I don’t think he knows that I realized this, but I have. Over the last years that we’ve been together, I’ve noticed this.
Every time that we’re alone, he seems to be always touching me. Even if he’s only brushing against me, it’s still enough to make my skin tingle from the contact, and enough to make him blush.
When we walk together, sometimes he’s so close to me that his arms are rubbing against mine or our hands brush. When we’re sitting in his room and he’s relaxing, his legs are sometimes stretched out, his toes touching my knee.
When he’s scared, he’ll cling to me. He’ll jump and grab onto my arm, holding it so tightly that I know there’s going to be a mark later, either from his nails that are digging in, or from the tight grip he has.
He almost seems to panic when I do. Every time when he knows I’m about to do something rash, something that could get me killed, or get us in trouble, or just something entirely bad, he jumps and wraps his arms around my stomach. He’ll be clinging to me so tightly, and I can feel him shaking, I can feel him trembling against me as he tells me not to go.
And every time I get hurt, he’s always there, looking like he wants to grab me and hold me. Like he wants to do anything to keep me close to him, so that he’d never have to lose me. But he can’t hold me because I’m hurt, and he can’t tell me what his eyes do.
----
He laughs at the little things, like when I saw a kitten in the window and couldn’t control myself. He smiled and grabbed my hand, leading the way into the shop, saying that it really was too cute to leave there alone.
He laughed when the kitten tickled his cheek when she licked him, and he squirmed when she snuggled against his neck.
I know that it tickled him; he was leaning against me while he played with her.
When he handed her over to me at last (I told him that he should play with her first, because he’s the Tenth, so he has to go first. But I really just wanted to see his smile.), he laughed and told me that I was blushing. He said that it was the happiest that he’s ever seen me, when he handed her over to me.
I know that it’s not true, but he probably doesn’t know. (I don’t think that he saw the look on my face when he accepted me that time.)
When I held the purring kitten against my chest and the Tenth leaned over a bit more to hear her, too, his smile was so soft and there was such a loving look in his eyes that I was almost jealous of the kitten, because she could bring out that look in the Tenth’s eyes, and he would show it to her without hesitation.
But I know that it’s not her fault, and I know that it’s something stupid to be jealous about, because she’s a kitten, and everyone would look at her like that, even me.
And then the Tenth looks at me, Tsuna looks at me, and there’s barely a trace of laughter in his face. The only thing that’s there is that soft, loving look that he gave the kitten, but it was warmer and he turned it on me.
“Thank you,” he says, and his voice is soft and I know that he’s grateful, but for what I can’t be sure. The Tenth is strange like that: he’ll just thank me when I didn’t do anything.
I didn’t do anything except look at a lonely kitten in the window of a shop that both of us knew that we couldn’t keep, but wanted to entertain the thought anyway.
But still, he says, “Thank you, Gokudera-kun.” He says it in that soft voice that he doesn’t use very often around anyone else, and it’s loving and its so warm, and I’m not jealous of the kitten anymore, because he’s not saying thank you to her with that voice. He’s saying it to me.
And that was the second happiest moment of my life.
-----
He’s never told me that he loves me. I’ve never told him. Well, I have, in the little ways. I’ve been devoted to him and only him for… how long now? It seems like an eternity.
But, hey. It’s in the little things. That’s how I know he loves me.
It’s how he holds my hand now, when we’re walking. How he smiles at me when nobody else is there, and how he looks at me even when there are other people there. How he spends more and more of his time with me than he does with Turf-Head’s little sister.
It’s in the ways that he invites me over more and more often, even when he’s trying to tell me that it’s only because he’s having problems studying with Reborn-san there, and he doesn’t want to get killed, and we never actually get any studying done because we’re too busy hanging out.
It’s in the way that his eyes light up when I tell him that I have something I’d like to say. Something important.
The blush that spreads across his face when I tell him that I want to be more than just his Right Hand Man. I tell him that I want to be his friend, his Best Friend, his Most Important Person, Right Hand Man and Best Friend and underling and equal and everything in between, because of more than just his insisting that I call him Tsu-Tsuna.
And I say that I want to be Tsuna’s best friend.
And he’s really quiet, and he’s blushing, and I want to tell him that I love him. Want to. So badly.
But then he’s just smiling at me, a small little smile, and he’s grabbing my hand, and they’re both sweaty, mine and his, and he’s so shy sometimes that I finally remember the first time that he realized he has friends.
“You already are, Gokudera-kun…”
And I think that my smile is so big that it could have split my face, but I don’t care. And I don’t care that I could be making a fool of myself, because I grin and I lift the Ten--Tsuna into the air, just so that I can kiss him, but I don’t get that far, so I’m just holding him.
And I’m happy.
He doesn’t do more than squeal like he usually does and cling to my neck, blushing. But he doesn’t kick like he usually does, so I’m going to test my luck and say that he doesn’t really mind this, because he’s not telling me to put him down either.
And I really hope that means that he likes me. And I hope that I’ve been reading him right for all this time, taking what he doesn’t say and what he does as the silent “I love you, Gokudera-kun” that I want to hear from him.
I hope that all the little things really mean that, and I’m not just making it all up, telling myself that he loves me just so I can do this to him.
But then I look at his blushing, smiling face, before he hides it again, and I know.
Even if he never says it, if he never tells me or anyone else for the rest of our lives, I’ll know. At this moment, I know that he loves me.
Because of all the little things that tell me so.
--- END ---
Well, I like it in general, but I wish I could have made it longer without throwing it off... (which I tried, but that just made the ending kinda weird... I think that's the only part that I don't like...)
>///< I think I messed them up somewheres, cuz they just don't seem to be in character... to me, anyway... is this just me, or do other people see it too..? HELP PLEASE??
BUT! Without further ado...! I present to you... the only fluff that I've written within the last year or so:
Title: The Little Things
Author: kannachan27
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 5927
Rating: T at most
Warning: Fluff…? Uhh... and first time writing Gokudera's PoV..
Written for:
20loves
Table#_ Prompt#_: Table 1: Prompt 7
Prompt: “Even though you’ve never told me you love me, I know you do. I can feel it.”
---
He likes to touch me.
I don’t think he knows that I realized this, but I have. Over the last years that we’ve been together, I’ve noticed this.
Every time that we’re alone, he seems to be always touching me. Even if he’s only brushing against me, it’s still enough to make my skin tingle from the contact, and enough to make him blush.
When we walk together, sometimes he’s so close to me that his arms are rubbing against mine or our hands brush. When we’re sitting in his room and he’s relaxing, his legs are sometimes stretched out, his toes touching my knee.
When he’s scared, he’ll cling to me. He’ll jump and grab onto my arm, holding it so tightly that I know there’s going to be a mark later, either from his nails that are digging in, or from the tight grip he has.
He almost seems to panic when I do. Every time when he knows I’m about to do something rash, something that could get me killed, or get us in trouble, or just something entirely bad, he jumps and wraps his arms around my stomach. He’ll be clinging to me so tightly, and I can feel him shaking, I can feel him trembling against me as he tells me not to go.
And every time I get hurt, he’s always there, looking like he wants to grab me and hold me. Like he wants to do anything to keep me close to him, so that he’d never have to lose me. But he can’t hold me because I’m hurt, and he can’t tell me what his eyes do.
----
He laughs at the little things, like when I saw a kitten in the window and couldn’t control myself. He smiled and grabbed my hand, leading the way into the shop, saying that it really was too cute to leave there alone.
He laughed when the kitten tickled his cheek when she licked him, and he squirmed when she snuggled against his neck.
I know that it tickled him; he was leaning against me while he played with her.
When he handed her over to me at last (I told him that he should play with her first, because he’s the Tenth, so he has to go first. But I really just wanted to see his smile.), he laughed and told me that I was blushing. He said that it was the happiest that he’s ever seen me, when he handed her over to me.
I know that it’s not true, but he probably doesn’t know. (I don’t think that he saw the look on my face when he accepted me that time.)
When I held the purring kitten against my chest and the Tenth leaned over a bit more to hear her, too, his smile was so soft and there was such a loving look in his eyes that I was almost jealous of the kitten, because she could bring out that look in the Tenth’s eyes, and he would show it to her without hesitation.
But I know that it’s not her fault, and I know that it’s something stupid to be jealous about, because she’s a kitten, and everyone would look at her like that, even me.
And then the Tenth looks at me, Tsuna looks at me, and there’s barely a trace of laughter in his face. The only thing that’s there is that soft, loving look that he gave the kitten, but it was warmer and he turned it on me.
“Thank you,” he says, and his voice is soft and I know that he’s grateful, but for what I can’t be sure. The Tenth is strange like that: he’ll just thank me when I didn’t do anything.
I didn’t do anything except look at a lonely kitten in the window of a shop that both of us knew that we couldn’t keep, but wanted to entertain the thought anyway.
But still, he says, “Thank you, Gokudera-kun.” He says it in that soft voice that he doesn’t use very often around anyone else, and it’s loving and its so warm, and I’m not jealous of the kitten anymore, because he’s not saying thank you to her with that voice. He’s saying it to me.
And that was the second happiest moment of my life.
-----
He’s never told me that he loves me. I’ve never told him. Well, I have, in the little ways. I’ve been devoted to him and only him for… how long now? It seems like an eternity.
But, hey. It’s in the little things. That’s how I know he loves me.
It’s how he holds my hand now, when we’re walking. How he smiles at me when nobody else is there, and how he looks at me even when there are other people there. How he spends more and more of his time with me than he does with Turf-Head’s little sister.
It’s in the ways that he invites me over more and more often, even when he’s trying to tell me that it’s only because he’s having problems studying with Reborn-san there, and he doesn’t want to get killed, and we never actually get any studying done because we’re too busy hanging out.
It’s in the way that his eyes light up when I tell him that I have something I’d like to say. Something important.
The blush that spreads across his face when I tell him that I want to be more than just his Right Hand Man. I tell him that I want to be his friend, his Best Friend, his Most Important Person, Right Hand Man and Best Friend and underling and equal and everything in between, because of more than just his insisting that I call him Tsu-Tsuna.
And I say that I want to be Tsuna’s best friend.
And he’s really quiet, and he’s blushing, and I want to tell him that I love him. Want to. So badly.
But then he’s just smiling at me, a small little smile, and he’s grabbing my hand, and they’re both sweaty, mine and his, and he’s so shy sometimes that I finally remember the first time that he realized he has friends.
“You already are, Gokudera-kun…”
And I think that my smile is so big that it could have split my face, but I don’t care. And I don’t care that I could be making a fool of myself, because I grin and I lift the Ten--Tsuna into the air, just so that I can kiss him, but I don’t get that far, so I’m just holding him.
And I’m happy.
He doesn’t do more than squeal like he usually does and cling to my neck, blushing. But he doesn’t kick like he usually does, so I’m going to test my luck and say that he doesn’t really mind this, because he’s not telling me to put him down either.
And I really hope that means that he likes me. And I hope that I’ve been reading him right for all this time, taking what he doesn’t say and what he does as the silent “I love you, Gokudera-kun” that I want to hear from him.
I hope that all the little things really mean that, and I’m not just making it all up, telling myself that he loves me just so I can do this to him.
But then I look at his blushing, smiling face, before he hides it again, and I know.
Even if he never says it, if he never tells me or anyone else for the rest of our lives, I’ll know. At this moment, I know that he loves me.
Because of all the little things that tell me so.
--- END ---
Well, I like it in general, but I wish I could have made it longer without throwing it off... (which I tried, but that just made the ending kinda weird... I think that's the only part that I don't like...)
>///< I think I messed them up somewheres, cuz they just don't seem to be in character... to me, anyway... is this just me, or do other people see it too..? HELP PLEASE??