Baseball player butts are always good butts. Yamamoto doesn’t even have to bring any attention to it for Gokudera to be interested. It’s safe... for now.

“Tch,” Gokudera picks up his lighter and moves to put it in his back pocket, leaning forward some to make that easier, and glancing up as though he’s never heard anything so embarrassing directed at him in his life.

“Would not!” They’d look out of place... especially if like Uri’s, they were producing storm flames.