Fingers tapped impatiently against the warm metal railing, knee jingling as he tapped his foot against the ground in sync. His other arm leaned against it, chin resting in his palm. His eyes darted to the faces and bodies that passed yet it still seemed that he wasn’t focused on any of them. Instead, his thoughts were completely focused on what was playing in his mind. Images of these people and himself in compromising positions.
When he caught himself, realizing he just what he’d been thinking, he was appalled. Yeah, they were attractive but.. how could he have dozed off in such an open space and—
“Shit.”
His frustration had reached a level that had him shifting uncomfortably. Fuck. Now was not the time to be feeling like this. He really did try to will it away with bad thoughts, nasty things, anything that would have worked normally didn’t seem to work now. With a sigh, he tore himself from his spot, fast walking down the hall, brushing past anyone that happened to try and talk to him. If he had stayed to try and talk to them, he knew he’d jump their bones and make a fool of himself.
He quickened his pace. He just had to get to his room and well.. take care of the problem himself.
Reluctantly dragging one foot in front of the other, he treks forward, a weak grip on the plastic bag in his hand that carried within it a lone carton of milk. Tsuna's mom, having grown tired of his lazing about, had asked him to go fetch the dairy product for her. Brown orbs flickering upwards to the sky, he realizes just how dark it'd become. Did he take that long? He could have sworn that it'd only been evening when he'd left the house what he measured to be just a few minutes ago. Then again, his perception of time wasn't exactly the keenest. The thought brought forth a sigh from his lips, a prolonged exhale that was cut short thanks to his eyes catching onto someone that he spotted from the other side of the street. He has the time to catch a glimpse of the familiar silver haired male before they dash right past him which makes him stop in his tracks completely. Gokudera-kun..?
Was he on his way home? Now that he think of it..he'd never once seen where the other lives. Usually it was he getting chased by the bomber, but this time it seemed to be the other way around as he look both ways before dashing across the street. He turns just in time to see his friend's departing back disappear around the corner. What was he in such a hurry for? Pushing forward, he makes his way down the street and around the corner, almost tripping once in the process of doing so. "G-Gokudera-kun..!"
