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HAYATO GOKUDERA | child @ 1479



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Gokudera. Leave a message, but don't waste my fucking time.

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casually makes this canon (and then we can handwave, etc.)

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[ ... Sometime later, after a decent amount of mildly to moderately awkward conversation and tentative second helpings of Rin's stirfry after all, once Kaede's eventually stepped out of the room for a moment, maybe to get his promised cake, Gokudera will start to feel like he can't fight off the urge to lay his head on the crook of his elbow on the tabletop any longer. Just for a second, it'll just be a second, because Kaede will be back soon and it'd be embarrassing to fall asleep like a loser and have her catch him, he'd never live it down... But the kotatsu's warm — his face feels hot and he's not sure if it's from that or because he's still not feeling well or because... tch, nevermind!!, it can't be anything else — and even Tatsuma's come over to sit nearby; lazily Gokudera reaches out with his free hand to scratch at the dog's soft, white ears. His eyes are heavy now and Tatsuma still reminds him of Yamamoto, of Namimori — home — and somehow in this moment, just this once, it doesn't make him sad anymore to think about the distance. It hurts but it's a dull ache, and he'd go back in an instant but he knows— no, feels now that he'd be giving up something, something that his friends would be proud of him for (showing weakness, opening up), something that'll make him proud to return one day, something that makes him even — really... — sigh in something approaching contentment before he drops off to sleep. Ah... shit, embar...rassing... — Or maybe it's all just the flu. ]