[fic] Definitely
Title: Definitely
Characters: Gokudera and Yamamoto (slash if you squint)
Rating: PG
Prompt: khrfest V--70. Gokudera/Yamamoto - Bunk bed; "Nightmares"
Word Count: 759
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira.
A/N: This takes place after the Melone base invasion.
When Sasagawa Ryohei switched places with his older self, Yamamoto suggested they change up the room assignments, requesting to be paired with Gokudera. No one questioned the switch except Gokudera, who was quickly mollified by his boss’s comment.
“I thought Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto were getting along better lately?” That sealed the deal.
The first night was peaceful, but during the second night, Gokudera felt himself drifting awake around 1:00, according to his watch. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments wondering what had woke him up, until he realized that in the bunk below him Yamamoto was quietly moaning and whimpering. Gokudera stuck his head over the edge of the bed to look down at his roommate and was surprised to see him fitfully clutching his blanket with a look of pain contorting his face.
“Yamamoto,” the bomber rasped, “Yamamoto, wake up.” When the black haired boy didn’t respond, Gokudera clambered down the railing to stand by him. None of them could afford not to get a good night’s sleep, especially with the fight with Byakuran coming up soon. He gently shook the sleeping boy’s shoulder.
“Hey, Yamamoto, wake up.”
“Mmph, wha-“ Yamamoto’s eyes flashed open, but there was no recognition in them. He was panting as if he had just slid into home plate. When Gokudera waved a hand in front of his face, he flinched.
“Go-Gokudera?”
The shorter boy nodded. “You were having a nightmare, I think. You should be fine going back to sleep now.” He turned to leave but was stopped by Yamamoto’s hand grabbing his nightshirt in a death grip.
“Uh-Umm, could you m-maybe stay with me, Gokudera? Please?” The voice was so pathetic, Gokudera could hardly believe it had come from the happy-go-lucky rain guardian. Gokudera sighed. As the right hand man, he had to watch out for the well-being of the other guardians; if Yamamoto wasn’t fit to fight soon because of this, it would be his fault. A small voice in the back of his head whispered that it was his duty as a friend, too, but he chalked it up to going to sleep on a full stomach.
He considered his options for a few more seconds before huffing out, “Well, scoot over then!” Yamamoto obliged. As soon as Gokudera lay down, the other boy wrapped himself around his body. He could feel Yamamoto’s breath hot against his collarbone, and it made his skin prickle in a way he didn’t want to think about. They lay in silence for a while, just listening to each other breathing until Yamamoto spoke up.
“Haha, you probably think I’m really lame right now, huh?” he whispered, his lips brushing against Gokudera’s skin.
“…no. Well, kind of, but everyone has nightmares.”
The baseball player’s laughter was choked, and it echoed in the dim room. “I was dreaming about Genkishi. And my dad. I mean, I thought I was ready for all this, but I guess I’m just not taking everything seriously enough,” he said, pulling Gokudera closer. “Maybe my dad died because I wasn’t being serious enough-maybe we’ll lose because I’m not being serious enough. What if you...Tsuna…everyone…”
Gokudera grabbed the back of the black haired boy’s head and squished it into his chest. “Stop saying stupid things, idiot. You’ll hurt your brain if you think too hard.” His voice fell softer, and he began to smooth his hand slowly up and down Yamamoto’s back. “Everything’s going to be fine. If we all work together, we’ll definitely be able to get back to the past.” It sounded like a corny motivational speech, like nothing he would ever say, and he was sure Yamamoto would be able to see through his words.
Apparently they worked. The rain guardian mumbled, “You’re a good friend, Gokudera,” before drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Gokudera, on the other hand, lay awake for another hour, replaying what had just happened over and over in his head. He had always considered the baseball idiot to be almost superhuman in his ability to shrug off everything, but that wasn’t all there was to Yamamoto. Underneath all the laughter and fastballs was a boy who had tried to kill himself over his own self-proclaimed uselessness. The bomber often overlooked that part of him. He’d been too busy being jealous of Yamamoto’s skill and charisma to see that the rain guardian was just as scared as everyone else.
“We’ll definitely get back to the past,” he whispered again and buried his face into the messy black hair.
Characters: Gokudera and Yamamoto (slash if you squint)
Rating: PG
Prompt: khrfest V--70. Gokudera/Yamamoto - Bunk bed; "Nightmares"
Word Count: 759
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is owned by Amano Akira.
A/N: This takes place after the Melone base invasion.
When Sasagawa Ryohei switched places with his older self, Yamamoto suggested they change up the room assignments, requesting to be paired with Gokudera. No one questioned the switch except Gokudera, who was quickly mollified by his boss’s comment.
“I thought Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto were getting along better lately?” That sealed the deal.
The first night was peaceful, but during the second night, Gokudera felt himself drifting awake around 1:00, according to his watch. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments wondering what had woke him up, until he realized that in the bunk below him Yamamoto was quietly moaning and whimpering. Gokudera stuck his head over the edge of the bed to look down at his roommate and was surprised to see him fitfully clutching his blanket with a look of pain contorting his face.
“Yamamoto,” the bomber rasped, “Yamamoto, wake up.” When the black haired boy didn’t respond, Gokudera clambered down the railing to stand by him. None of them could afford not to get a good night’s sleep, especially with the fight with Byakuran coming up soon. He gently shook the sleeping boy’s shoulder.
“Hey, Yamamoto, wake up.”
“Mmph, wha-“ Yamamoto’s eyes flashed open, but there was no recognition in them. He was panting as if he had just slid into home plate. When Gokudera waved a hand in front of his face, he flinched.
“Go-Gokudera?”
The shorter boy nodded. “You were having a nightmare, I think. You should be fine going back to sleep now.” He turned to leave but was stopped by Yamamoto’s hand grabbing his nightshirt in a death grip.
“Uh-Umm, could you m-maybe stay with me, Gokudera? Please?” The voice was so pathetic, Gokudera could hardly believe it had come from the happy-go-lucky rain guardian. Gokudera sighed. As the right hand man, he had to watch out for the well-being of the other guardians; if Yamamoto wasn’t fit to fight soon because of this, it would be his fault. A small voice in the back of his head whispered that it was his duty as a friend, too, but he chalked it up to going to sleep on a full stomach.
He considered his options for a few more seconds before huffing out, “Well, scoot over then!” Yamamoto obliged. As soon as Gokudera lay down, the other boy wrapped himself around his body. He could feel Yamamoto’s breath hot against his collarbone, and it made his skin prickle in a way he didn’t want to think about. They lay in silence for a while, just listening to each other breathing until Yamamoto spoke up.
“Haha, you probably think I’m really lame right now, huh?” he whispered, his lips brushing against Gokudera’s skin.
“…no. Well, kind of, but everyone has nightmares.”
The baseball player’s laughter was choked, and it echoed in the dim room. “I was dreaming about Genkishi. And my dad. I mean, I thought I was ready for all this, but I guess I’m just not taking everything seriously enough,” he said, pulling Gokudera closer. “Maybe my dad died because I wasn’t being serious enough-maybe we’ll lose because I’m not being serious enough. What if you...Tsuna…everyone…”
Gokudera grabbed the back of the black haired boy’s head and squished it into his chest. “Stop saying stupid things, idiot. You’ll hurt your brain if you think too hard.” His voice fell softer, and he began to smooth his hand slowly up and down Yamamoto’s back. “Everything’s going to be fine. If we all work together, we’ll definitely be able to get back to the past.” It sounded like a corny motivational speech, like nothing he would ever say, and he was sure Yamamoto would be able to see through his words.
Apparently they worked. The rain guardian mumbled, “You’re a good friend, Gokudera,” before drifting off into a dreamless sleep. Gokudera, on the other hand, lay awake for another hour, replaying what had just happened over and over in his head. He had always considered the baseball idiot to be almost superhuman in his ability to shrug off everything, but that wasn’t all there was to Yamamoto. Underneath all the laughter and fastballs was a boy who had tried to kill himself over his own self-proclaimed uselessness. The bomber often overlooked that part of him. He’d been too busy being jealous of Yamamoto’s skill and charisma to see that the rain guardian was just as scared as everyone else.
“We’ll definitely get back to the past,” he whispered again and buried his face into the messy black hair.