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Imagine person A refusing to tell person B something. Something silly, like where they hid the remote, or what their middle name is. Person B gets so frustrated that they take action- they seize person A’s hands, pinning them to the wall. Person B’s hands slowly sneak up person A’s shirt as they growl that they have ‘other ways of making them speak’.
Much to person A’s surprise/regret, ‘other ways’ was not sexual, but instead a ruthless tickle-attack.
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Gokudera is a man of word, and when Reborn asked him to teach the Tenth and the baseball idiot Italian, he couldn’t help but agreeing with enthusiastic “Yes!”.
He, however, underestimated the bad attitude of both of the guys at languages. Teaching them was very hard, and while the Tenth, obviously, seemed to get his grammatical explanations (“Yes Boss! Of course it’s this way! You’re really good at this- let me correct just this one thing…” ); Yamamoto was just too stupid for understanding the complexity of the italian language.
But what else Hayato could expect from a baseball idiot like him…?

The wind was howling out of the window, far from there, and the suffocated sound got along with the soft talking in Tsuna’s room. It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon: no Lambo to take care of, no Haru, no Reborn- he was somewhere else, probably trying to invent a new way to kill them all with the “training” excuse.
Just the three of them, studying Italian: Gokudera was explaining some basic grammatical rules and the other two were taking notes, writing down whatever he says and arguing with the alphabet so different from their and with the phonetic, so different from the English one they knew.
“Ok, guys, five minutes break.” This was Gokudera, tired after a particularly hostile exercise. Man, teaching was very hard- especially if your students did nothing but ask “why this? Why that? Why the passato remoto in the South but the passato prossimo in the North?” ‘Cause Italians are a bunch of stupids, that’s why’ he’d like to respond, but he’s afraid it wouldn’t be professional from him.
While Tusna was waking up he got himself in a more comfortable position, stretching his arms like a cat and arching his back, with a little sigh of relief for abandoning the position he kept for so long without noticing. “I’ll go get some food. Please, guys, non distruggere la camera.” Tsuna announced, trying to speak Italian and causing an attack of suffocated laughs in Yamamoto, which founded it hilarious for some reasons.
Not so Gokudera, who glared at the brunette: “At least he’s trying-” he said, with his usual aggressive tone, the one he always has when he’s talking to him “-you not even that. So shut the hell up, idiot.” He sounded angrier than his usual- but Yamamoto didn’t seem to notice it, and while Tsuna was leaving the room, he had the courage to ask why Gokudera doesn’t talk more often in Italian, since it’s so important to learn it and all. “You know, nothing better than the experience!” He concluded, with a bright smile, opposed at the grumpy expression the bomber has took on. Gokudera didn’t respond, crossing his arms over his chest, and grumbled something obscure (probably an insult) to the other- which, by his side, moved closely to him, passing a arm over his shoulders. “C’mon, say something! Something easy!” Yamamoto insisted, gradually pushing towards him- which only resulted in Gokudera’s attempts to get away, slightly blushing and pushing Yamamoto back violently. “That’s stupid, you wouldn’t understand- and by the way, what should I say, mh?!” The bomber replied angrily, trying to avoid the brunette’s eyes- only for look at him confused and surprised, when the other one replied “You could say ‘I love you’, for-” “I WON’T SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ TO YOU” Gokudera replied, faster as he can, not even giving to the other boy the time to finish his phrase. “And you’re more stupid than I thought if you think that I could—” “Oh, c’mon- just one time!” Yamamoto interrupted him, blocking the silverette’s arms above his head and leaning on him again, with a serious expression that was only growing Gokudera’s confusion: why he was so serious, so suddenly? Why he was staring ad him with such a hard, concentrate gaze? Why he was getting so close…? “Yamamoto—” “If you won’t say it, there will be consequences-” Gokudera gulped, lowering the eyes on Yamamoto’s lips. They were /so/ close— and suddenly, he felt Yamamoto’s finger all over his body, moving on his hips in a erratic path- few seconds matter, and he burst into laughter, the body shaking in this tickle attack he surely wasn’t expecting. “No— wait—- stop—!” He panted, trying not to laugh but failing miserably.
That unexpected attack found an end after some seconds, when they started to hear Tsuna’s steps over the stair.
Yamamoto smiled, and silently gained again his previous place, looking at a messep up Gokudera with a sly, amused grin. A grin that seemed to declared that the discourse wasn’t ended there. Gokudera, instead, was trying to avoid his gaze and go back to his usual appeal- without actually doing it. Hence he pouted his lips, staring at Yamamoto, angrily, and asking himself how could have been so stupid. Seriously, dude, did you really hope he would kiss you?! Stupid, stupid Hayato- and stupid Yamamoto too! It’s all your fault!
‘Cause well, of course it was Yamamoto’s fault- it’s wasn’t him who actually wanted to be kissed, nope. 
But then well, maybe next time he’ll be able to surprise him as well.
To shut him up.
With a kiss, maybe.