Gokudera will not take for granted the kind of comfort and support he feels from Yamamoto, and he will not actively brush the other Guardian off when he knows he is being relied on. Competition is fun, their own pride strong together in their family and resounds easy enough between them.
He hopes that if the Tenth shows up, he will approve of how they are adjusting so far. It’s been clear that they haven’t always gotten along easily, but where it counts now more than ever, they can work together for their own benefits, for the Tenth’s, and their family.
“You would have liked him.” Something about water. Percy Jackson would have been a great ally to the Vongola, Gokudera thinks. Even if he weren’t his first ever and only boyfriend. He was just fun to be around, probably would have made Yamamoto’s face and stomach hurt with his humor.
“I wish I could have brought some digital skins with me. You didn’t even have to change clothes in Amoi. You could just walk into a swimming pool area and you were outfitted with a swimming suit. Go to a Halloween party, BAM! Instant costume.” He can see the color under the water and leans forward trying to get a good look.
“Want to bet I can catch one?” He asks softly and strips off his shirt, balling it up and carefully taking off his jeans to leave himself in his boxers. There’s no shame. Gokudera has clear scratches going down his sides. They aren’t deep, and look like he may have scratched himself recently. He didn’t. There are also white stripes of scars on his back. They don’t look super deep, but they are shiny, probably from a blade... maybe from his fight with Bel during the ring battles?
Gokudera balls up his clothes together, ties the legs and flips fabric inside out so it’s tight, then holds it out to Yamamoto with a smirk. “Toss that onto the beach for me?” That’s right, baseball idiot. Lob it as hard as you can and please don’t hit anyone.
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He hopes that if the Tenth shows up, he will approve of how they are adjusting so far. It’s been clear that they haven’t always gotten along easily, but where it counts now more than ever, they can work together for their own benefits, for the Tenth’s, and their family.
“You would have liked him.” Something about water. Percy Jackson would have been a great ally to the Vongola, Gokudera thinks. Even if he weren’t his first ever and only boyfriend. He was just fun to be around, probably would have made Yamamoto’s face and stomach hurt with his humor.
“I wish I could have brought some digital skins with me. You didn’t even have to change clothes in Amoi. You could just walk into a swimming pool area and you were outfitted with a swimming suit. Go to a Halloween party, BAM! Instant costume.” He can see the color under the water and leans forward trying to get a good look.
“Want to bet I can catch one?” He asks softly and strips off his shirt, balling it up and carefully taking off his jeans to leave himself in his boxers. There’s no shame. Gokudera has clear scratches going down his sides. They aren’t deep, and look like he may have scratched himself recently. He didn’t. There are also white stripes of scars on his back. They don’t look super deep, but they are shiny, probably from a blade... maybe from his fight with Bel during the ring battles?
Gokudera balls up his clothes together, ties the legs and flips fabric inside out so it’s tight, then holds it out to Yamamoto with a smirk. “Toss that onto the beach for me?” That’s right, baseball idiot. Lob it as hard as you can and please don’t hit anyone.