Yamamoto wandered through the streets of Namimori. He felt lonely, now that he had left Hayato's apartment. What had happened? Why did he do all this stuff? In that same moment he really thought about hitting the next wall with his head. Maybe that would make this feeling of being a total idiot go away. Maybe he would be able to move on then.

He couldn't explain to himself why he had left, not really.

And if he considered how he was feeling now it would have been better to stay with his friend. It would have been definitely warmer in the silverette's bed. And more comfortable.

But if he thought a bit more about it he was afraid. Afraid that all he would get from Hayato the next morning were some dynamites being thrown after him the next morning.

"You're just a baseball idiot after all, Takeshi," he muttered to himself using the same insult that his beloved fellow guardian had come up with. Hayato was indeed the storm guardian; Yamamoto chuckled at the memory of the other boy in his arms. It hadn't been easy to tame this wild cat, but somehow he had managed to do it. He was the soothing rain after all. And storm and rain went together very often, didn't they?

Without paying attention to where his feet led him he wandered on, through the dark town. His hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, the fingers of his right hand playing around with the Vongola ring he had put in there after he had left Gokudera alone.

Would he be awake by now? Probably, Yamamoto could imagine that the storm guardian would miss the warmth of another body in his bed.

Even if it was just the warmth of Yamamoto. And even if he would get angry when he remembered whom he had spent the night with.

When Yamamoto finally got aware of his surroundings again he realised that he stood in front of Gokudera's place again. He let out a heavy sigh. It looked like he couldn't keep his body away from him.

Just like his thoughts.

The rain guardian stood there for a while, unsure if he should go up and return to the boy he had left alone in that apartment or if he should rather move on.

Move on and go home, just to keep feeling that craving deep inside him whenever he saw Gokudera.

And even when he didn't see him.

Then he decided to give it a try. The worst that could happen was that the other boy would refuse to speak to him, wasn't it?

Slowly he made his way to Gokudera's door. Before he rang the bell he hesitated again.

Just to hear sobbing from inside the flat.

At first he wouldn't believe it. Was that really Gokudera? Was he really crying?

But the sobs wouldn't stop and tears dwelled in Yamamoto's eyes. He would never have guessed that the silverette would be so...hurt.

Then before he could think about it he knocked.

He could hear the sobbing stop.

"Who's there?" it was Gokudera's voice, hesitant. Like he was only testing whether he could already speak again or not.

"It's me...Yamamoto..." he could hear his own voice shaking, "Please, let me in. I...I wanna talk to you."

He could hear nothing for some moments, then the door opened slowly.

"What is it?"

He was still naked, like Yamamoto had left him. And he could still see the tears in those wonderful eyes.

He guessed that the other one could see his eyes glistering with tears, too.

Impulsively he stepped forward and pulled Gokudera into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry 'Dera, so sorry," now he was definitely crying.

Gokudera seemed to be surprised, but he put his arms around the taller teen, his tears starting to flow again.

Carefully he pulled him inside the apartment and even managed to close the door with his foot, but then he couldn't hold it anymore. His legs collapsed beneath him and they slowly sank down to the ground. Yamamoto pulled Gokudera's head to his chest, where the storm guardian buried his head and listened to the comforting whispers that emerged Yamamoto's lips.

"It's gonna be fine, 'Dera. Everything's gonna be fine."

And then softly: "I love you."

Gokudera could feel Yamamoto's lips right next to his ear when he heard that and he kept crying. But the feeling inside his chest had changed. There was no sadness anymore. He was happy now.

He needed a moment to calm down, but then he swallowed his tears and moved a bit away from Yamamoto. He had to see his eyes.

"I love you, too," was all he said before leaning closer to the rain guardian to kiss him.