"I never said you had to." Hibari said while staring down at a bubbling mess of chocolate that he had just unwrapped from a lazily tied up handkerchief.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to." Gokudera snapped back with his arms crossed and gaze focused on the door. He was sitting in a chair that sat in front of Hibari's desk. The two were conversing in the Reception Room during the lunch break, with the older boy seated at his throne smugly looking over the poorly made candy.

"What are you sitting here waiting for?" Hibari scoffed. "A thank you?"

"As nice as that sounds," Gokudera said with a scowl. "I don't think you'll ever say something like that."

Hibari picked up a piece of the chocolate and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it to bits, not even savoring Gokudera's (hard) work.

"You're supposed to let it melt in your mouth." Gokudera growled.

"It's disgusting." Hibari snarled, tossing the rest of it into a trashcan by his desk.

Gokudera's face fell a bit, draining of some of the color from it. His brow furrowed then he bit his lip, trying to control his trembling. "S-Sorry."

Hibari blinked at this reaction, noticing Gokudera's slight quivering. He was more prepared slyly to reply to something like, "Then I won't make anything for you ever again, you ungrateful bastard!" or a retort along the lines of, "Whatever. It's not like I actually cared."

"Sorry" was definitely not one of the responses he was expecting. Hibari's first thought about Gokudera's small sign of weakness was that the boy was not who he thought he was and that if Gokudera wanted to be in his presence any longer, he'd better toughen up. The raven-haired boy shocked himself when his next thought was, 'I feel bad.'

He was pitying Gokudera and therefore acknowledging that his own action was wrong. It was certainly a first.

"Sorry?" Hibari grumbled, disliking Gokudera's sad reaction.

"Yeah," Gokudera mumbled. Hibari was a bit surprised until Gokudera continued on, "Sorry that your ungrateful dipshit of an existence can't even bear to give one tiny fragment of fucking compliment when I attempted to be somewhat nice to your selfish, prideful, undeserving ass!"

Hibari then smirked and realized that this was the true Gokudera.

"If that's how you're going to behave," He replied. "Then don't expect anything back from me on White Day."

"I wasn't counting on it in the first place! Besides, anything you'd make would probably taste like dog piss and shoe. Or like a shoe that a dog pissed on. Or the piss of a dog who ate a shoe."

"Aren't you clever?"

"Shut up. I hate you."

"Hate you too."

That, of course, was a lie. Hibari had found himself falling for the smartest idiot he knew, a guy who was loud, violent, and didn't know his limits. And he knew that even if Gokudera were a more submissive person that he'd love and hate seeing the boy cry.