Three Years Time (@smokin-bomber)
The last text Gokudera sent had Yamamoto smiling, and of course... he felt the urge to go along with it. He never said just what he was doing, right? Only asked about it... So, he would maybe leave the other to guess his next move (though he was sure the other was expecting him) and threw on a jacket, slipped a pair of shoes on, and told Tsuyoshi he would be back the next day.
He'd grown a little cocky with that sort of thing... Anticipating his boyfriend to let him stay the night. He was pretty good at convincing him by then. Most of the time.
There was a container of food in his hands, something his old man almost never let him go without. Whenever he was headed to Gokudera's, he usually came bearing gifts. Tsuyoshi knew about their relationship by then... he could only hide it for so long before he slipped up. Or in this particular case, they slipped up. Besides, he was starting to think they were becoming a little obvious. Not that he'd mention it to the feisty Italian... but still.
It was some minutes later he found himself heading up the steps to his boyfriend's apartment, getting his key out along the way. He knocked of course, he always did unless he had a reason he shouldn't, and proceeded to let himself in. "Gokudera~ Surprise~" he announced with a smile, a singy-tone to his voice as he stepped inside.
The sight of the silverette had him smiling, cheeks growing the slightest bit warm as their eyes met from across the room.
