Fanfic: Intimacy
Title: Intimacy
Author: saying_sooth
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,190
khrfest Prompt: VII - 84. Yamamoto/Gokudera - hair strings; “Your beauty is not just a mask.”
A/N: TYL!Goku and TYL!Yama, not present selves.
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Gokudera presses his cheek into the pillow, inhaling the clean cotton scent and feeling the sweat cool on his exposed back and buttocks. He shivers. He can hear the wrinkle of latex as Yamamoto takes off his condom, and he feels empty.
Gokudera turns his head slowly and sees Yamamoto walking around out of the corner of his eye - the idiot is way too comfortable in his own body. It’s an…okay body, Gokudera admits. Strong, with muscles that stretch and relax in lazy coordination. He shivers again and closes his eyes, thinking of how he’d been held down, cordoned, split open by that strong, handsome body.
…The sex had been really, really good. Gokudera has nothing to compare it to, but he had felt amazing, even if he hadn’t been on top. Except, he knows that nobody is that good on their first try. He’d been prepared for clumsiness, awkwardness, even pain - because then he could have been awkward in turn, could have passed off intimacy and affection as slipups of touch. Instead of ineptness, he’d been confronted by suave confidence. He’d been seduced into relaxing his muscles, teased so skillfully that he hadn’t been able to keep in his moans. He feels duped.
Gokudera senses a dip in the bed when Yamamoto sits down beside him, but he doesn’t open his eyes. A hand begins carding through his hair, massaging his scalp.
“Was that good for you?” Yamamoto asks softly.
Gokudera nods without speaking.
“Do you want to take a shower or anything?”
Gokudera shakes his head. “Tired.” he lies. “Want to sleep.”
“Oh. Okay.” Yamamoto presses a kiss to his back. “Shift a little? I’ll pull up the covers.”
Gokudera shifts and opens his right eye a sliver to watch as Yamamoto gets ready to tuck him in. “You can get in too.” he says after a moment.
“Really?” Yamamoto breaks out a grin.
Gokudera nods in affirmation, but his face stays solemn. Yamamoto’s grin falters a little as he scoots in, and he hesitates before draping an arm over Gokudera. They’re spooning now. Gokudera feels warm, but he can’t help wondering if Yamamoto has done this with anyone else.
“Um…” Yamamoto’s breath sweeps past Gokudera’s ear. “Gokudera?”
“What?”
“I just…you don’t seem as satisfied as-” Yamamoto stops talking.
Gokudera stiffens. “As who?”
“Um, as other people I’ve slept with…was I really okay?”
“How many other people have you slept with?” Gokudera tries to keep his tone light, but his fist clenches underneath the covers.
“I didn’t really keep count.” Yamamoto admits. “Let’s not talk about other people. Um. I promise not to ask about your past hook-ups if you don’t ask about mine, deal?” Yamamoto’s cheerfulness sounds a little forced, and Gokudera’s heart sinks.
“That many, huh.” He suddenly feels a burst of recklessness. “Ask about my past hook-ups all you want - I don’t have any.” He snaps his mouth shut after that outburst, and his teeth clack against each other. It’s a stupid, stupid confession and he regrets it immediately.
However, Yamamoto only gathers him close with a sharp intake of breath. “I was your first?”
Gokudera elbows him in the chest - or tries to, but Yamamoto catches his arm before the blow connects.
“Gokudera, I was your first?” Yamamoto asks again, angling himself so he can peer into Gokudera’s face. “Really, truly, your first?”
Gokudera scoffs. “Yeah, whatever. What’s it to you?”
Yamamoto is undeterred by the prickliness. “Your first time should be special. Was yours, Gokudera?”
Gokudera bites his lip for a full four seconds before replying. “…Yeah.” he answers eventually. “It was really good.”
Yamamoto kisses him full on the mouth, happy as a lark. Gokudera kisses back hesitantly - he’s inexperienced in kisses as well as sex, and it makes him feel off-balance, prudish. He’s always been strait-laced in matters like this, too scared to make moves on anyone, too busy to find a caring partner. Then Yamamoto found him and pursued him and now they’re here.
Gokudera pushes Yamamoto away gently, breaking the kiss.
“Gokudera?”
Gokudera regards Yamamoto seriously, his jaw clenching and unclenching, before he continues. “Yamamoto, why do you-” Gokudera grits out the words; he needs to know. “-whyd’youlikeme?”
Yamamoto blinks. “What?”
Gokudera growls, getting frustrated with himself and the entire situation. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable, and - to be honest - right now, he is terrified. He rolls over and up so that he is straddling Yamamoto, and he smacks the baseball idiot’s arm when Yamamoto has the nerve to leer.
“Gokud-”
“Stop whining, idiot, I’m not doing this as foreplay for another round.” Well, maybe a second round was possible, after his question. “I want you to answer my question.”
“What question?”
“You heard it.”
Yamamoto reaches up and thumbs over Gokudera’s bellybutton, which is exposed above their tangled bedsheets. “Yeah, I did hear it.” he admits. Gokudera shivers and vibrates under his fingertips, and Yamamoto smiles softly. “Promise not to hit me for my cheesiness?”
Gokudera sweeps back his bangs and lets out a whumph of breath. “Maybe. Depends. Spit it out already.”
“Okay.” Yamamoto swallows, nervous; his Adam’s apple bobs. “I like you, Gokudera Hayato, because you are amazing, and…nobody seems to appreciate you as much as you deserve. Because you try so hard, and you put on so many masks to please people, but your beauty is not a mask.” Yamamoto looks up, catching Gokudera’s green eyes. “Really. Your beauty, inside and out, is not a mask.” He pulls on Gokudera’s bangs, his hair strings, tugging him down to kiss him again. “I’ve liked you for a long time.” Yamamoto whispers after a brief press of lips against lips. His breath ghosts over Gokudera’s cheeks.
Gokudera pulls himself up quickly after the kiss, his face flushing red. After a moment, he starts to trace Yamamoto’s left eyebrow with an errant finger. He thinks it’s unfair that Yamamoto can say the most embarrassing things without a proper reaction. “Didn’t stop you from sleeping around though.”
“Yeah, well…” Yamamoto looks embarrassed now, the corners of his mouth turning down in a self-deprecating smile. “I liked you before you even started tolerating me, before you even looked at me fully. I couldn’t…should I have waited for you to come around?” he shrugs. “Maybe. But I didn’t know if you would ever come around, so I moved on.”
“And you slept with other people?” Gokudera makes Yamamoto squirm a little longer, but he knows that he’s being (a little) unfair. Still, he’s curious… “How many others? You wouldn’t answer me before.”
“Because I really didn’t keep track!”
“Guess.”
Yamamoto thinks about it for a second. “Seven? Maybe a couple of one night stands - don’t look at me like that, Gokudera! - so maybe up to ten, but no more than that.”
Gokudera considers that number. They’re 25, so it shouldn’t be surprising that Yamamoto has had that much experience; in fact, it’s probably Gokudera himself that’s the freak for being sexually frigid. It’s more than a little depressing to think about, so Gokudera stops. “Boyfriends or girlfriends?”
“Both.”
“You’re bisexual?”
Yamamoto nods. “I don’t think attractiveness belongs to any particular gender. Do you?”
“Dunno.” Gokudera feels tempted to add ‘I’ve only slept with you,’ but he refrains.
“Never had a crush on a girl?”
“Well…” Gokudera doesn’t think the Nekomata counts as a ‘girl.’ “I guess not.”
“So you’ve only had a crush on me?” A real smile, full of mischief, creeps into Yamamoto’s face.
“Shut up, idiot. You’re just fishing for compliments.” But yes, Gokudera admits internally, Yamamoto is the only person he’s ever had a crush on. Doesn’t say much for his taste. “I just…”
“Yeah?” Yamamoto kisses Gokudera again, full on the lips, then nibbles a trail along his cheek. Gokudera succumbs easily to the affection, his thoughts roiling as he postpones his confession. He’s adjusted to the physical intimacy - hopefully that won’t revert by morning - but he’s still very jumpy about this new emotional intimacy. Would Yamamoto think less of him after this? Only one way to find out.
“What’s up?” Yamamoto asks, rubbing Gokudera’s arm encouragingly.
“I feel…inadequate, I guess, because you’ve had so much experience and I haven’t. We’re in our mid-twenties, dammit! I’ve just had too much work and fuck, I never wanted to do this before with anyone, but now…I want to go out and get more experience so that I can make you feel as good as you do me.” Gokudera stops talking and waits.
Yamamoto still looks affectionate, but now it’s less blinding and more…tender, Gokudera thinks.
“This is what I love about you.” Yamamoto starts.
“What? My sexual inexperience?” Gokudera says, raising an eyebrow.
“No!” Yamamoto says, laughing. “It’s the way you underestimate yourself. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me just by being here with me, by letting me come close. You’re so amazing, you know? You work so hard for everyone else’s happiness that I just want to remind you that you deserve happiness too. And, you shouldn’t feel inexperienced, okay? This is a first for me as well, because it’s the first time I’ve had any experience with love.”
Gokudera stares at him in disbelief before burrowing his face into the covers. “Oh my god.” It’s muffled, so it comes out more like ‘Ohmgah,’ but Yamamoto thinks he gets the gist.
“Gokudera?”
Gokudera raises his head and glares. “Where do you get off saying all this cool shi- I mean, aren’t you the least bit embarrassed?”
Yamamoto chuckles. “You think I’m cool?”
“No, I think you’re an idiot, so much that when you’re actually lucid, I’m surprised into thinking you’re cool.” Gokudera tries to roll over, but he stops and gives a little groan. “Aww, dammit.”
Yamamoto is immediately sitting up and worried. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Gokudera looks back at his butt and legs, frowning. “Just feels weird. Sore muscles, I guess.”
“Are you sure you don’t want a shower? Takes the sting off the ache.”
“And you know that firsthand or secondhand?”
“Secondhand.” Yamamoto admits sheepishly. Then he brightens up. “So I saved at least part of my virginity for you!”
“Arrgh, stop being so…so chipper. I just want to sleep. I’ll shower tomorrow morning.” Gokudera knows that he sounds irritated, but he is gratified that Yamamoto saved something for him.
“Okay.” Yamamoto kisses him again. “Night, Gokudera.” Yamamoto reaches over and turns off the light.
“Good night, idiot.”
The two of them shift in the darkness to find the most comfortable position, but even after those adjustments, Gokudera can’t sleep. Something itches at him, but it isn’t the soreness in his muscles or even sleeping in the nude (it feels nice, actually, since he’s that much closer to Yamamoto). Gokudera just feels that their conversation is unfinished, and he would like to say all that is to be said before he chickens out. However, it still takes a few tries before he can voice his thoughts.
“Hey, Yamamoto.”
The body beside him wakes up and stiffens - Gokudera forces himself to stay very still until Yamamoto recognizes him and relaxes.
“Hmm…wuzup.”
“Just listen to me for a bit. I’m happy that we’ve gotten this far, and despite all your stupidity, I’m happy to be with you. But we’re living on borrowed time. We might die tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. And…I don’t want to waste any time. You tell me I wear masks to make other people happy - for you, I-I’ll try to be myself. But if I do that, you have to promise to shed your masks as well.” Yamamoto opens his mouth to protest, but Gokudera stops him. “I mean it. You think you need to be cheerful all the time, for everyone else, but I know that’s bullshit. You don’t need to be strong for me, okay? You can show me weakness, or…or your dark side, your ruthlessness, and I’ll take it and I won’t judge you. Because I’m not some weak trophy that needs to be protected. We’re going to be partners, you hear me?”
Yamamoto is wide awake now. “Do you mean all that, Gokudera?”
Gokudera nods.
“I’m glad. So we don’t need to wear masks anymore, either of us?”
“No, we don’t.”
“Then,” Yamamoto leans in so that their faces almost touch. “I love you.”
It doesn’t hit Gokudera as badly as he thought it would. He thought that he would freak out, spit and scream until something went down, but he doesn’t feel perturbed. Instead, he just feels warm inside - Yamamoto loves him.
“Gokudera? I didn’t use that phrase before because I didn’t know how you would take it, but…are you all right?”
Gokudera smiles. “Yeah, I’m perfect.” Then, Gokudera yawns. “Okay, let’s go to sleep.” He closes his eyes, drapes his arms around Yamamoto, and he’s snoring within a minute.
Yamamoto stays awake a little longer - he’s puzzled by how easily Gokudera received those three important words, but maybe it’s a small blessing. Maybe it’s one of many small blessings to come. Yamamoto gives a grateful smile and sends a small prayer up to heavens. Then he snuggles up with Gokudera and falls asleep.
Author: saying_sooth
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,190
khrfest Prompt: VII - 84. Yamamoto/Gokudera - hair strings; “Your beauty is not just a mask.”
A/N: TYL!Goku and TYL!Yama, not present selves.
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Gokudera presses his cheek into the pillow, inhaling the clean cotton scent and feeling the sweat cool on his exposed back and buttocks. He shivers. He can hear the wrinkle of latex as Yamamoto takes off his condom, and he feels empty.
Gokudera turns his head slowly and sees Yamamoto walking around out of the corner of his eye - the idiot is way too comfortable in his own body. It’s an…okay body, Gokudera admits. Strong, with muscles that stretch and relax in lazy coordination. He shivers again and closes his eyes, thinking of how he’d been held down, cordoned, split open by that strong, handsome body.
…The sex had been really, really good. Gokudera has nothing to compare it to, but he had felt amazing, even if he hadn’t been on top. Except, he knows that nobody is that good on their first try. He’d been prepared for clumsiness, awkwardness, even pain - because then he could have been awkward in turn, could have passed off intimacy and affection as slipups of touch. Instead of ineptness, he’d been confronted by suave confidence. He’d been seduced into relaxing his muscles, teased so skillfully that he hadn’t been able to keep in his moans. He feels duped.
Gokudera senses a dip in the bed when Yamamoto sits down beside him, but he doesn’t open his eyes. A hand begins carding through his hair, massaging his scalp.
“Was that good for you?” Yamamoto asks softly.
Gokudera nods without speaking.
“Do you want to take a shower or anything?”
Gokudera shakes his head. “Tired.” he lies. “Want to sleep.”
“Oh. Okay.” Yamamoto presses a kiss to his back. “Shift a little? I’ll pull up the covers.”
Gokudera shifts and opens his right eye a sliver to watch as Yamamoto gets ready to tuck him in. “You can get in too.” he says after a moment.
“Really?” Yamamoto breaks out a grin.
Gokudera nods in affirmation, but his face stays solemn. Yamamoto’s grin falters a little as he scoots in, and he hesitates before draping an arm over Gokudera. They’re spooning now. Gokudera feels warm, but he can’t help wondering if Yamamoto has done this with anyone else.
“Um…” Yamamoto’s breath sweeps past Gokudera’s ear. “Gokudera?”
“What?”
“I just…you don’t seem as satisfied as-” Yamamoto stops talking.
Gokudera stiffens. “As who?”
“Um, as other people I’ve slept with…was I really okay?”
“How many other people have you slept with?” Gokudera tries to keep his tone light, but his fist clenches underneath the covers.
“I didn’t really keep count.” Yamamoto admits. “Let’s not talk about other people. Um. I promise not to ask about your past hook-ups if you don’t ask about mine, deal?” Yamamoto’s cheerfulness sounds a little forced, and Gokudera’s heart sinks.
“That many, huh.” He suddenly feels a burst of recklessness. “Ask about my past hook-ups all you want - I don’t have any.” He snaps his mouth shut after that outburst, and his teeth clack against each other. It’s a stupid, stupid confession and he regrets it immediately.
However, Yamamoto only gathers him close with a sharp intake of breath. “I was your first?”
Gokudera elbows him in the chest - or tries to, but Yamamoto catches his arm before the blow connects.
“Gokudera, I was your first?” Yamamoto asks again, angling himself so he can peer into Gokudera’s face. “Really, truly, your first?”
Gokudera scoffs. “Yeah, whatever. What’s it to you?”
Yamamoto is undeterred by the prickliness. “Your first time should be special. Was yours, Gokudera?”
Gokudera bites his lip for a full four seconds before replying. “…Yeah.” he answers eventually. “It was really good.”
Yamamoto kisses him full on the mouth, happy as a lark. Gokudera kisses back hesitantly - he’s inexperienced in kisses as well as sex, and it makes him feel off-balance, prudish. He’s always been strait-laced in matters like this, too scared to make moves on anyone, too busy to find a caring partner. Then Yamamoto found him and pursued him and now they’re here.
Gokudera pushes Yamamoto away gently, breaking the kiss.
“Gokudera?”
Gokudera regards Yamamoto seriously, his jaw clenching and unclenching, before he continues. “Yamamoto, why do you-” Gokudera grits out the words; he needs to know. “-whyd’youlikeme?”
Yamamoto blinks. “What?”
Gokudera growls, getting frustrated with himself and the entire situation. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable, and - to be honest - right now, he is terrified. He rolls over and up so that he is straddling Yamamoto, and he smacks the baseball idiot’s arm when Yamamoto has the nerve to leer.
“Gokud-”
“Stop whining, idiot, I’m not doing this as foreplay for another round.” Well, maybe a second round was possible, after his question. “I want you to answer my question.”
“What question?”
“You heard it.”
Yamamoto reaches up and thumbs over Gokudera’s bellybutton, which is exposed above their tangled bedsheets. “Yeah, I did hear it.” he admits. Gokudera shivers and vibrates under his fingertips, and Yamamoto smiles softly. “Promise not to hit me for my cheesiness?”
Gokudera sweeps back his bangs and lets out a whumph of breath. “Maybe. Depends. Spit it out already.”
“Okay.” Yamamoto swallows, nervous; his Adam’s apple bobs. “I like you, Gokudera Hayato, because you are amazing, and…nobody seems to appreciate you as much as you deserve. Because you try so hard, and you put on so many masks to please people, but your beauty is not a mask.” Yamamoto looks up, catching Gokudera’s green eyes. “Really. Your beauty, inside and out, is not a mask.” He pulls on Gokudera’s bangs, his hair strings, tugging him down to kiss him again. “I’ve liked you for a long time.” Yamamoto whispers after a brief press of lips against lips. His breath ghosts over Gokudera’s cheeks.
Gokudera pulls himself up quickly after the kiss, his face flushing red. After a moment, he starts to trace Yamamoto’s left eyebrow with an errant finger. He thinks it’s unfair that Yamamoto can say the most embarrassing things without a proper reaction. “Didn’t stop you from sleeping around though.”
“Yeah, well…” Yamamoto looks embarrassed now, the corners of his mouth turning down in a self-deprecating smile. “I liked you before you even started tolerating me, before you even looked at me fully. I couldn’t…should I have waited for you to come around?” he shrugs. “Maybe. But I didn’t know if you would ever come around, so I moved on.”
“And you slept with other people?” Gokudera makes Yamamoto squirm a little longer, but he knows that he’s being (a little) unfair. Still, he’s curious… “How many others? You wouldn’t answer me before.”
“Because I really didn’t keep track!”
“Guess.”
Yamamoto thinks about it for a second. “Seven? Maybe a couple of one night stands - don’t look at me like that, Gokudera! - so maybe up to ten, but no more than that.”
Gokudera considers that number. They’re 25, so it shouldn’t be surprising that Yamamoto has had that much experience; in fact, it’s probably Gokudera himself that’s the freak for being sexually frigid. It’s more than a little depressing to think about, so Gokudera stops. “Boyfriends or girlfriends?”
“Both.”
“You’re bisexual?”
Yamamoto nods. “I don’t think attractiveness belongs to any particular gender. Do you?”
“Dunno.” Gokudera feels tempted to add ‘I’ve only slept with you,’ but he refrains.
“Never had a crush on a girl?”
“Well…” Gokudera doesn’t think the Nekomata counts as a ‘girl.’ “I guess not.”
“So you’ve only had a crush on me?” A real smile, full of mischief, creeps into Yamamoto’s face.
“Shut up, idiot. You’re just fishing for compliments.” But yes, Gokudera admits internally, Yamamoto is the only person he’s ever had a crush on. Doesn’t say much for his taste. “I just…”
“Yeah?” Yamamoto kisses Gokudera again, full on the lips, then nibbles a trail along his cheek. Gokudera succumbs easily to the affection, his thoughts roiling as he postpones his confession. He’s adjusted to the physical intimacy - hopefully that won’t revert by morning - but he’s still very jumpy about this new emotional intimacy. Would Yamamoto think less of him after this? Only one way to find out.
“What’s up?” Yamamoto asks, rubbing Gokudera’s arm encouragingly.
“I feel…inadequate, I guess, because you’ve had so much experience and I haven’t. We’re in our mid-twenties, dammit! I’ve just had too much work and fuck, I never wanted to do this before with anyone, but now…I want to go out and get more experience so that I can make you feel as good as you do me.” Gokudera stops talking and waits.
Yamamoto still looks affectionate, but now it’s less blinding and more…tender, Gokudera thinks.
“This is what I love about you.” Yamamoto starts.
“What? My sexual inexperience?” Gokudera says, raising an eyebrow.
“No!” Yamamoto says, laughing. “It’s the way you underestimate yourself. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me just by being here with me, by letting me come close. You’re so amazing, you know? You work so hard for everyone else’s happiness that I just want to remind you that you deserve happiness too. And, you shouldn’t feel inexperienced, okay? This is a first for me as well, because it’s the first time I’ve had any experience with love.”
Gokudera stares at him in disbelief before burrowing his face into the covers. “Oh my god.” It’s muffled, so it comes out more like ‘Ohmgah,’ but Yamamoto thinks he gets the gist.
“Gokudera?”
Gokudera raises his head and glares. “Where do you get off saying all this cool shi- I mean, aren’t you the least bit embarrassed?”
Yamamoto chuckles. “You think I’m cool?”
“No, I think you’re an idiot, so much that when you’re actually lucid, I’m surprised into thinking you’re cool.” Gokudera tries to roll over, but he stops and gives a little groan. “Aww, dammit.”
Yamamoto is immediately sitting up and worried. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Gokudera looks back at his butt and legs, frowning. “Just feels weird. Sore muscles, I guess.”
“Are you sure you don’t want a shower? Takes the sting off the ache.”
“And you know that firsthand or secondhand?”
“Secondhand.” Yamamoto admits sheepishly. Then he brightens up. “So I saved at least part of my virginity for you!”
“Arrgh, stop being so…so chipper. I just want to sleep. I’ll shower tomorrow morning.” Gokudera knows that he sounds irritated, but he is gratified that Yamamoto saved something for him.
“Okay.” Yamamoto kisses him again. “Night, Gokudera.” Yamamoto reaches over and turns off the light.
“Good night, idiot.”
The two of them shift in the darkness to find the most comfortable position, but even after those adjustments, Gokudera can’t sleep. Something itches at him, but it isn’t the soreness in his muscles or even sleeping in the nude (it feels nice, actually, since he’s that much closer to Yamamoto). Gokudera just feels that their conversation is unfinished, and he would like to say all that is to be said before he chickens out. However, it still takes a few tries before he can voice his thoughts.
“Hey, Yamamoto.”
The body beside him wakes up and stiffens - Gokudera forces himself to stay very still until Yamamoto recognizes him and relaxes.
“Hmm…wuzup.”
“Just listen to me for a bit. I’m happy that we’ve gotten this far, and despite all your stupidity, I’m happy to be with you. But we’re living on borrowed time. We might die tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. And…I don’t want to waste any time. You tell me I wear masks to make other people happy - for you, I-I’ll try to be myself. But if I do that, you have to promise to shed your masks as well.” Yamamoto opens his mouth to protest, but Gokudera stops him. “I mean it. You think you need to be cheerful all the time, for everyone else, but I know that’s bullshit. You don’t need to be strong for me, okay? You can show me weakness, or…or your dark side, your ruthlessness, and I’ll take it and I won’t judge you. Because I’m not some weak trophy that needs to be protected. We’re going to be partners, you hear me?”
Yamamoto is wide awake now. “Do you mean all that, Gokudera?”
Gokudera nods.
“I’m glad. So we don’t need to wear masks anymore, either of us?”
“No, we don’t.”
“Then,” Yamamoto leans in so that their faces almost touch. “I love you.”
It doesn’t hit Gokudera as badly as he thought it would. He thought that he would freak out, spit and scream until something went down, but he doesn’t feel perturbed. Instead, he just feels warm inside - Yamamoto loves him.
“Gokudera? I didn’t use that phrase before because I didn’t know how you would take it, but…are you all right?”
Gokudera smiles. “Yeah, I’m perfect.” Then, Gokudera yawns. “Okay, let’s go to sleep.” He closes his eyes, drapes his arms around Yamamoto, and he’s snoring within a minute.
Yamamoto stays awake a little longer - he’s puzzled by how easily Gokudera received those three important words, but maybe it’s a small blessing. Maybe it’s one of many small blessings to come. Yamamoto gives a grateful smile and sends a small prayer up to heavens. Then he snuggles up with Gokudera and falls asleep.