"What would you do if someone told you that they loved you."
"Stop blabbering nonsense." He scowled, as he attempted to figure out the answer to 2 a. A look of annoyance consuming his face, an emotion he didn't bother to hide.
"Hm, but what would you do?" Another question came out of the baseball player's mouth.
"What I usually do." He bluntly replied, managing to scribble down an answer, staring intently at the numbers with blue-green eyes that were hidden behind the clear lenses of the glasses sitting on his nose.
"Which is?" The boy asked again, blinking chocolate brown eyes.
"Ignore them." He muttered in response.
"What if it was someone you knew? Someone close to you?" The black haired boy asked again, ignoring his friend's irritation.
"Shut up. Do your math." The boy ordered, silver hair falling into his eyes. He groaned and tied it back.
"Now, Gokudera that was rude." The baseball player lectured making a 'tsk tsk' sound.
"Pardon me, Baseball Idiot." The boy known as Gokudera Hayato growled. Returning back to his work, gosh he had come here to tutor the tenth, and he had to deal with that….thing. But of course Kyoko had to stop by and his 'boss' had rushed downstairs to greet the girl. Leaving him alone with the idiot and his pointless questions….
"What if they called you cute?" Yamamoto asked finding it amusing to see the delinquent in such a state.
"I would punch them in the face." Gokudera replied, brows knitted together as he wrote down one final answer, erasing it as he noticed a wrong calculation.
"Than what would you prefer them to call you?" Another question left the teen's mouth, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
"I don't think of this stuff. Do you really think, I sit in my desk worrying about if so and so thinks I'm…" He paused for a second. "'cute." He said using his fingers to make air quotations. He didn't even bother looking at the annoying boy.
"How about hot." He asked again, his voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard to the silver haired 'Storm.'
"Shut up. Are you asking out a girl or something?" Gokudera hissed, closing his math book and notes. Undoing his ponytail, letting his silver hair fall back into its usual place, he got up and stretched. Tucking his stuff into his bag, and zipping it up before slinging it on his shoulder.
"Gokudera." Yamamoto chimed.
"What the hell is it now? Baseball idiot." Gokudera snapped. Mumbling the last part under his breath. Well soon he would be free from the tormenting idiotic questions that were mumbled by the annoying bastard…Soon he would be free…. The storm guardian raised an eyebrow waiting for the stupid question to come flying out of the baseball bastard's mouth. Gosh he was like a five year old asking all those stupid question…..
"I love you."
Definitely not a question.