I felt like a stalker hiding behind this bush watching Yamamoto and the rest of his baseball team. But I couldn't stop, no matter how much I hated myself for it. My Plan 3 was in motion.

Silently, I watched Yamamoto and his team head into the Namimori locker rooms. I memorized the shirt Yamamoto was wearing: a long-sleeved blue and white checkered shirt.

Once all of them had changed and gotten engaged in baseball practice I snuck towards the locker room, keeping to the shadows. I was lucky they didn't lock the door. Yes, I could pick a lock but I surely would've been spotted while doing so.

Once I was at the door of the vicinity I took a final glance around, to make sure no one was watching. When I was sure no one was I slipped into the building.

Inside I worked quickly, looking for the shirt I'd seen Yamamoto wearing. Eventually I found it, hanging next to his pants and socks (god that guy wore like ten different pairs of socks everyday). I quickly snatched the shirt and ran from the building.

It was only when I got home safely, without anyone chasing me, that I relished in the victory of successfully stealing one of his possessions.


"You know, the weirdest thing happened to me yesterday," Yamamoto told me and the Tenth. We were sitting on the roof eating lunch, the day after I'd stolen The Shirt.

"What happened?" Tsuna asked.

"I came back from baseball practice and couldn't find my shirt anywhere! It just disappeared! It's like it stood up and left on its own!"

I tried to look like this was news to me and that I hadn't been cuddling with said shirt for all of last night.

"Did somebody steal it?" Tsuna asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"Who would steal a damn shirt?" I snorted. By the way the Tenth was looking at me; I had apparently just confirmed his suspicions.

"I don't know. It's just gone." I was glad Yamamoto just seemed puzzled and not depressed that his shirt was gone. Otherwise I would have returned it on my hands and knees, begging for forgiveness.

Once the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, I left the roof in a slightly suppressed hurry and avoided the Tenth and Yamamoto for the rest of the day. I didn't want to bring up the topic of Yamamoto's missing shirt again.

At the end of school, I ran home to cuddle with The Shirt.


I probably could have gone a long while with The Shirt until I made the mistake of wearing it to school the next day.

Hurrying through my daily morning schedule (damn alarm clock didn't go off!) I had skipped my shower, just threw something on, and munched on my sandwich as I flew out the door. I was panting (and still chewing) when I caught up to Yamamoto and the Tenth.

As I rested my hands on my knees, I heard Yamamoto ask, "Hey, Tsuna? Is it okay if I talk to Gokudera privately?"

"Sure," the Tenth replied and he continued walking without us. I looked up to see Yamamoto staring at me suspiciously.

"Gokudera, is that my shirt?"

I froze, forgetting about my exhaustion, and looked down at what I was wearing. Damn. It was The Shirt.

I didn't know what to say. I'd been caught red-handed stealing The Shirt and then wearing it. Thinking he'd be angry, I wearily looked back up at Yamamoto. To my surprise he was grinning, obviously trying to hold back laughter.

"Dera, why'd you steal my shirt?" And then he did start laughing, clutching his stomach while I fell on my butt in shock. Still laughing, he sat down next to me. He stared at me expectantly and I knew he wanted an answer.

"I…" I was in a real corner now. I either had to tell him the truth or make up a suitable lie. Which my brain seemed incapable of doing at the moment.

"Ooh! Ooh! Let me guess!" Yamamoto waved his arm in the air like he was in school asking permission from the teacher to speak, and I knew he was teasing me now. I tried to get angry but Yamamoto was making a face like he was trying to think. He was too damn adorable to get angry at.

"Let's see… it's because you were out of shirts." That playful grin was on his face again.

"Hell no!" I snorted. I couldn't believe I was actually going along with this. "I wouldn't steal your shirt for something like that!"

"Hmm… is it because you love me?"

"Hell…" Wait, what? I gaped at him for getting the jackpot on his second try. Yamamoto playfully turned his head to the side as if he was confused, but his grin gave him away.

"I'll take that as a yes."

And then he kissed me. It was what I've wanted for so long that I immediately delved into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms traveled down around my waist and pulled us closer together. We stayed like that until we had to break apart for air.

"Mm… I've been addicted to you for a long time, Dera," Yamamoto murmured as we headed in for another kiss, this time French.

Yes, that was a good word. The right word. Addicted.

That day, we both forgot about school.


Tsuna sat forever alone at school, wondering what had happened to his two friends. But then again, he already knew.

He chuckled to himself. Guess he'd have to get used to his friends cuddling at school. But whatever. Those two were perfect for each other and had given off so many hints that they liked each other that Tsuna had wondered when they would get together. Just a matter of time, he supposed.

Eventually, Tsuna saw his friends as he was walking home. They were lying on the ground, practically glued together. He wondered how long they'd been like that.

Tsuna laughed as he walked right past them. They were oblivious to everything besides each other. But he guessed that's what it was.

An addiction.

~THE END~

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(A/N) Well, that's it! Hope you enjoyed it! Stealing shirts is so random, isn't it? XD That was my original idea though. The shirt stealing :P In case I failed to detail it correctly, "The Shirt" was the one that Yama wore for most of the future arc; mainly in his and Goku's fight with Gamma (I'm not giving away any spoilers by saying that, right?). Oh, and to those who like writing 8059, I suggest that you try writing GxUgetsu as well. Its okay if you don't want to! But it's fun writing about the Primo and its pretty much 8059 (with slight differences). And there needs to be more GxUgetsu love anyway. :3 To those who might not have gotten the message, I'll be coming out with a GxUgetsu fanfic soon! See you and thanks for reading~