for the writing meme: 31 with Tsuna and Yamamoto. Can be platonic or romantic, it rly doesn't matter 2 me at all!!! ty!
ohh I was stuck tryna figure out what the hell counted as a “small rejection” and then I thought of this at 4am and has to write it as soon as possible. mostly bc what, it’s Father’s Day somewhere?? anyway I’m better at writing Mother’s Day and KHR sucks with fathers SO
not explicitly romantic, but it’s fine if you think so! I think 2780 is cute,,, so soft. prompts here!
It wasn’t much, but boy, did it still sting.
Tsuna let out a heavy sigh, slumping further into his couch. He knew he couldn’t do much, but the rejection was a little hard to swallow. Seriously... His mother could’ve tried a little harder to let him down gently.
“You know, mum, I could help you make breakfast or something...?”
“Hm? You don’t really know how to cook, Tsuna-kun.”
“But it’s Mother’s Day, so I can try?”
“Don’t worry. Sit down and let me deal with the food, okay? Your gift is already enough!”
Is what she’d said, but... How was he meant to learn if no one tried to teach him?
He barely looked up when someone opened the door and let in whoever had knocked, his frown deepening.
He jumped a little and looked up quickly, blinking. “Oh, Yamamoto...! Hello! What are you doing here?”
Takeshi offered him a smile. “Nothing much to do today, so I thought I’d come and see how you’re going.” He could see how deflated he looked, and he frowned a little. “Though, you don’t look too good. You alright?”
He wandered up to the brunet and dropped down onto the couch beside him, watching him lean forward and against his legs with a dissatisfied grunt.
“Tried offering mum help in the kitchen, but she brushed me off... Hah, I wanna help her, but I can’t and I’m useless at all this stuff...! Not sure why I try, really...”
Takeshi shifted a little to lean forward, though his heart ached at this. Tsuna really thought so little of himself still, and it was hard to hear.
“I can’t really cook. Even though I work with dad, he doesn’t let me in the kitchen to cook, either,” he chimed softly.
Tsuna looked a little wary at this, but Takeshi pet his knee reassuringly. “I’m sure you could learn, though.”
It was quiet for a few moments. Takeshi was willing to give Tsuna all the silence he needed before he spoke again.
“Yamamoto... What do you do on Mother’s Day?” Tsuna asked slowly.
“Hm? Ah, well, I wake up, I look at a picture of my mother, I say ‘happy Mother’s Day’ and pray, then I go on with my day!”
It took Tsuna a moment to take in what he’d said before his heart dropped into his gut. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
“Why’re you apologising?” Takeshi tilted his head to catch Tsuna’s gaze. “I don’t mind telling you. Mum wouldn’t want me to be sad, and I’m sure she’d be super happy I’m here to try and help you!”
He smiled widely, and Tsuna wondered what his mother might have been like. Maybe he’d ask some other day.
“So, how’s about this? We try and learn something together, right now! Then, you can make it for your mum when she gets back!”
“Sure, right now! We can ask Kyoko and Haru for help, or the kid, right? I’m sure we can figure it out!”
Takeshi hopped to his feet and grinned, setting his hands on his hips. “We’re smart enough! I think we’ll be fine!”
Tsuna blinked slowly before smiling tiredly, accepting Takeshi’s hand and standing up with a huff. It probably wouldn’t be perfect, but trying was better than nothing.
The latter tugged him against his side and pet his shoulder, laughing lightly. “It’ll turn out fine, don’t worry!”
He was always so helpful. So kind, and so gentle. He understood what he needed to do and say. He always was helping him out.
Tsuna reached up and pet Takeshi’s hand lightly. “Thank you, Yamamoto.”
“Anything for you, Tsuna.”
