36th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [video/in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Anyone venturing into the kitchen who happens to know the typically foul-tempered silverette may be in for quite a shock.

The teen in the kitchen with an apron and his hair covered with a bandanna, stirring a bowl of some sort of pastry batter with another woman who holds a striking resemblance to the teen, some may recognize her as the boy's mother. It did not take his mother long to pick up that stirring batter was really the only job he could do in the kitchen without burning it down- as evidenced by the charred failed batches of god-knows-what in the sink. Assuming he's finished the batter he holds it out for his mother look at.]

Mamma, this good?

[Because god, if he gets caught like this it'll be so embarrassing! His mother takes a peak and shakes her head chuckling- he wasn't even close.]

Not quite yet Hayato, just a bit more.

[And she brushed some of the batter and flour and various other things from his face and shirt while silently wondering how he managed to get himself so filthy... then she proceeded to ruin his manly image even more by just snuggling up to his messy face with her own. He blushed and squirmed a bit, but he would be damned before he had the heart to push her away. Complaining however was totally fair game.]

M-Ma! I'm gunna spill it!

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato just leans on Ryuutaro's shoulder, squeezing his hand]

But that's normal right? Your family is supposed to embarrass you like that. [He sighs and his smile fades into something more solemn] Why can't things just stay like this?

[He didn't want to have to say goodbye to his mother again. It was hard enough back in October... why couldn't she stay? He was so happy the way things were here.]

[deeplymeaningless]

Living is changing...

[Also there is a fan pointed at you, but only softly]

Either way, I think you have enough time to try and figure this out sometime else, right?

[He smiled at Hayato and tilted his head a bit, searching for agreement. Right now Hayato should smile and nothing else. The rest could come later.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato looked up at Ryuutaro and gave him a nod with a little smile. He's just about to lean up for another little peck on the cheek, but is interrupted when his mother walks in with two plate of the Italian pastry. He was still a bit too shy to give his boyfriend a kiss when there was someone nearby. Hayato pulled back into an upright position as his mother set the plates in front of them. She wishes them to enjoy and turns to leave much to Gokudera's surprise.]

Mamma? Where are you goin'?

[She turned to her son]

Someone needs to do the dishes Hayato.

[The teen instantly gets up]

I should help then!

[She walks back over and pushes Gokudera down by his shoulders, then tilts his head up to look at her.]

Sit, you. You've been more than a good help. Now enjoy your food.

[And before Gokudera can protest she leans down and plants a kiss on her son's forehead, which shuts him right up. He takes a deep breath and his cheeks light up a bit more as he just savored the moment, burning into his memory what a mother's touch was like. He wouldn't know it much longer.

She pulled back, and smiled at what she considered her two boys, and gave Ryuutaro's shoulder a light squeeze as well.]

Now you boys have fun.

[And with that she leaves]

[deeplymeaningless]

[Naturally Ryuutaro twitches every-so-slightly at the touch, but not too much. It wasn't like he was scared of being touched, he just sincerely dislike it - granted other people weren't Hayato, but Hayato rarely counted towards the 'other people'-group anyway.

Hayato's mother confused him a bit though, but just a bit. It'd been ages since he saw such a caring person. Though he couldn't help but wonder if she left alone because Hayato was bad at kitchen-work]

She's amazingly kind.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Yeah...

[He smiles and looks down at the little Italian pastries, taking one in his hand, passively wondering what he would be like if she had been the one to raise him.]

She used to bring these for me when she would come to visit... hers was... is always the best.