Foundations [October 13th] [5927] [Reborn!]
Title :: Foundations
Prompt :: October 13th, “a fool for love” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: 5927, Nana
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 825
Warnings :: Absolutely pointless (pre)birthday fluff!
Summary :: If you asked, Gokudera Hayato would tell you (immediately, loudly, and with vague threats of violence if you dared disagree) that October 14th was his favourite day of the year.
If you asked, Gokudera Hayato would tell you (immediately, loudly, and with vague threats of violence if you dared disagree) that October 14th was his favourite day of the year.
Though certainly believable - in Gokudera's eyes, no person in the world could ever be as important as Sawada Tsunayoshi, and so therefore no day could possibly be as important as the anniversary of his coming into it - this was not strictly true.
“Gokudera-kun!” Nana chirped with her ever-present smile as he slipped inside the Sawada family household. “You’ve come to help set up for the party tomorrow?”
“Of course, Maman!” Carefully setting his armload of boxes onto the floor, Gokudera returned the grin before kneeling and beginning to sort through them. “Bringing all of the bom-er, fireworks over in the morning would just be too much of a hassle, and might interrupt the Tenth’s breakfast. Better to get it done now, while all the brats are in bed and out of the way.”
Rather than inquire as to why a teenage boy was apparently planning to set off explosives in her backyard in honour of her son’s birthday, Nana only let a quiet giggle escape from behind her hand. “How thoughtful of you, Gokudera-kun!”
“Nonsense! Anything for the Tenth!”
Nana’s smile was still hidden behind her hand, but the quiet, knowing look in her eyes was still enough to set Gokudera’s cheeks flaming; and the way even that caused her to giggle yet again decidedly did not help.
“I'll go tell Tsuna you’re here!” she announced after a moment, smiling outright when he instinctively started at the name, and fluttered away.
And the next time Gokudera looked up from his fervent sorting and organising of boxes (perhaps a bit more enthusiastic than was truly warranted, but any distraction would be more than welcome if it could just keep that damned blush off of his face), it was at the sound of his boss’ voice, high and tinged slightly with a faint trace of alarm.
“Go-Gokudera-kun, what on earth are you…”
“They’re for your party tomorrow, Tenth!”
“Bombs?!” Tsuna half-shrieked, wide eyes darting back and forth between the boxes and his right-hand man. “We need bombs for the party? Who the hell has Reborn invited that’s liable to try and kill me this time?!”
“No no no!” Gokudera waved his hands frantically, looking nearly as high-strung as the other boy in his attempt at reassurance. “Not just bombs, boss! They’re going to be like fireworks, you’ll see! I’ve been training for weeks to get it just right for you!”
“A-ah…”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea!” Nana called from the kitchen, clearly listening in on their conversation and heedless as ever of the fact her house was in danger of being destroyed. “Fireworks will be so romantic! You can watch them after dinner!”
And it was her choice of you and not we that made Tsuna start blushing, fisting a hand in his hair and fidgeting awkwardly while Gokudera stared down into his TNT.
“You won’t be leaving, of course,” Nana informed him a bit later, once all the explosives were settled and tucked neatly out of the way. “It’s already dark outside! You may as well just stay the night, and have breakfast with us all in the morning! There’s more than enough space in Tsuna’s room.”
“I could never impose in such a way!”
“You’re not imposing, Gokudera-kun,” Tsuna murmured, smile shy but warm. “I mean, you’ve already gone to this much trouble for me, so…”
“But, Tenth-”
“Just…stay?”
And even if it wasn’t quite an order, Gokudera still could not say no.
Tsuna was not beautiful when he slept, Gokudera found. He squirmed, his hair tickled Gokudera’s skin, he kicked, and once or twice Gokudera maybe even spotted a bit of drool.
Gokudera stayed awake to watch him anyway.
Tsuna’s brow still furrowed slightly even in sleep, as if mere unconsciousness could not quell his worries; his hands curled into desperate fists, knuckles slowly turning white as the sheets; and every so often from between his moistly parted lips Gokudera could swear he heard something like a whimper, like a plea.
It was the Tenth, and he could not take his eyes away.
And Tsuna only stilled, only relaxed, when Gokudera reached out, so slowly and with a precision born almost from terror, and enveloped his hand in his.
Tsuna’s breath suddenly came quiet and even against the side of Gokudera’s neck, and he breathed out a shaky sigh of his own in response, at how the entire line of Tsuna’s body eased, tucked in so closely next to his.
Tsuna’s birthday proper would be chaos, Gokudera knew, with all the brats just raising hell and the baseball idiot’s loud annoying laugh filling the air, but the night before, at least, was quiet. Was his.
Was theirs.
Gokudera inched just a tiny bit closer, and fell asleep smiling into Tsuna’s hair.
Prompt :: October 13th, “a fool for love” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: 5927, Nana
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 825
Warnings :: Absolutely pointless (pre)birthday fluff!
Summary :: If you asked, Gokudera Hayato would tell you (immediately, loudly, and with vague threats of violence if you dared disagree) that October 14th was his favourite day of the year.
If you asked, Gokudera Hayato would tell you (immediately, loudly, and with vague threats of violence if you dared disagree) that October 14th was his favourite day of the year.
Though certainly believable - in Gokudera's eyes, no person in the world could ever be as important as Sawada Tsunayoshi, and so therefore no day could possibly be as important as the anniversary of his coming into it - this was not strictly true.
“Gokudera-kun!” Nana chirped with her ever-present smile as he slipped inside the Sawada family household. “You’ve come to help set up for the party tomorrow?”
“Of course, Maman!” Carefully setting his armload of boxes onto the floor, Gokudera returned the grin before kneeling and beginning to sort through them. “Bringing all of the bom-er, fireworks over in the morning would just be too much of a hassle, and might interrupt the Tenth’s breakfast. Better to get it done now, while all the brats are in bed and out of the way.”
Rather than inquire as to why a teenage boy was apparently planning to set off explosives in her backyard in honour of her son’s birthday, Nana only let a quiet giggle escape from behind her hand. “How thoughtful of you, Gokudera-kun!”
“Nonsense! Anything for the Tenth!”
Nana’s smile was still hidden behind her hand, but the quiet, knowing look in her eyes was still enough to set Gokudera’s cheeks flaming; and the way even that caused her to giggle yet again decidedly did not help.
“I'll go tell Tsuna you’re here!” she announced after a moment, smiling outright when he instinctively started at the name, and fluttered away.
And the next time Gokudera looked up from his fervent sorting and organising of boxes (perhaps a bit more enthusiastic than was truly warranted, but any distraction would be more than welcome if it could just keep that damned blush off of his face), it was at the sound of his boss’ voice, high and tinged slightly with a faint trace of alarm.
“Go-Gokudera-kun, what on earth are you…”
“They’re for your party tomorrow, Tenth!”
“Bombs?!” Tsuna half-shrieked, wide eyes darting back and forth between the boxes and his right-hand man. “We need bombs for the party? Who the hell has Reborn invited that’s liable to try and kill me this time?!”
“No no no!” Gokudera waved his hands frantically, looking nearly as high-strung as the other boy in his attempt at reassurance. “Not just bombs, boss! They’re going to be like fireworks, you’ll see! I’ve been training for weeks to get it just right for you!”
“A-ah…”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea!” Nana called from the kitchen, clearly listening in on their conversation and heedless as ever of the fact her house was in danger of being destroyed. “Fireworks will be so romantic! You can watch them after dinner!”
And it was her choice of you and not we that made Tsuna start blushing, fisting a hand in his hair and fidgeting awkwardly while Gokudera stared down into his TNT.
“You won’t be leaving, of course,” Nana informed him a bit later, once all the explosives were settled and tucked neatly out of the way. “It’s already dark outside! You may as well just stay the night, and have breakfast with us all in the morning! There’s more than enough space in Tsuna’s room.”
“I could never impose in such a way!”
“You’re not imposing, Gokudera-kun,” Tsuna murmured, smile shy but warm. “I mean, you’ve already gone to this much trouble for me, so…”
“But, Tenth-”
“Just…stay?”
And even if it wasn’t quite an order, Gokudera still could not say no.
Tsuna was not beautiful when he slept, Gokudera found. He squirmed, his hair tickled Gokudera’s skin, he kicked, and once or twice Gokudera maybe even spotted a bit of drool.
Gokudera stayed awake to watch him anyway.
Tsuna’s brow still furrowed slightly even in sleep, as if mere unconsciousness could not quell his worries; his hands curled into desperate fists, knuckles slowly turning white as the sheets; and every so often from between his moistly parted lips Gokudera could swear he heard something like a whimper, like a plea.
It was the Tenth, and he could not take his eyes away.
And Tsuna only stilled, only relaxed, when Gokudera reached out, so slowly and with a precision born almost from terror, and enveloped his hand in his.
Tsuna’s breath suddenly came quiet and even against the side of Gokudera’s neck, and he breathed out a shaky sigh of his own in response, at how the entire line of Tsuna’s body eased, tucked in so closely next to his.
Tsuna’s birthday proper would be chaos, Gokudera knew, with all the brats just raising hell and the baseball idiot’s loud annoying laugh filling the air, but the night before, at least, was quiet. Was his.
Was theirs.
Gokudera inched just a tiny bit closer, and fell asleep smiling into Tsuna’s hair.