“Hey, Gokudera, It’s been a minute.”

“Baseball Freak.”

He chuckled. “Do you remember when I first confessed? You were a mess that time.”

“Who wouldn’t be?!” Gokudera’s face heated. He always blushes when remembering that. And fucking Yamamoto over here always reminding him.

“I confessed countless of times. You sure were a tough one.”

“Of course!” Gokudera boasted. “I won’t be Juudaime’s right hand for nothing!”

“But at some point, everything went well, right? It felt like I finally had a chance. You were about to return my confession... Right?”

Gokudera looked away. “Bastard. You really are a bastard.” He said. “How you can talk about this is beyond me. This shit is so embarrassing. Do you know that? Of course you don’t. Since you’re a bastard.”

“I waited, Gokudera. You told me to wait there.”

Silence.

“Why did you have to die on me, Gokudera?”

Yamamoto stared. No. He was glaring. Glaring at Gokudera’s grave. His tears then fell one by one. Yamamoto painfully closed his eyes and downed on his drink after.

He doesn’t drink but today’s an exception. He couldn’t visit without it.

Gokudera smiled. He was in front of Yamamoto but the latter couldn’t see him. No matter how loud he can get. Gokudera can’t be seen anymore.

“I’m sorry, Yamamoto. I intended to go. I didn’t mean to leave you there all alone. I was already on my way...”

“Shit, Gokudera. I was so excited. Why did you have to be like that? You were always a tease. Always so stubborn. So reckless. And I’m such a fool because I love that. I love everything about you.” Yamamoto lowered his gaze. “Now those things that I love caused you your death.”

“Don’t blame me.” Gokudera’s voice was gentle. “It was an enemy attack. I was ambushed.”

“If only... Maybe if I didn’t confessed...”

“Don’t go blaming yourself too.” Gokudera watched his crying almost. “Come on now. Pull your shit together.”

If only he can hug him right now.