Yamamoto has never been one to care about astronomy. Sure, the stars are pretty at night, but they’ve never held much meaning other than that.

It’s only when Gokudera moves into the light and it catches his green eyes that he realises they sparkle far brighter than any star he’s ever seen.

It’s when he awakes and the morning sun streaming in through his window reflects off Gokudera’s silver hair that he sees glittering galaxies of possibilities.

It’s in the smooth, creamy skin that he runs his fingertips across; languidly pressing warm and wet kisses against it, even when there’s blue and purple bruises spread out on the pale canvas like nebulae, that he realises the Milky Way is in no comparison to it’s beauty.

It’s when they’re closed off from the chaos and in the sanctity of their bedroom that he sees the only light in the dark, and it’s when Gokudera calls out his name that causes a implosion; a supernova of emotion that sucks him in like a black hole where he feels a never ending weightlessness. An love that defies all the laws of natural gravity.

It’s when they’re tired out and lying in a field, admiring the night sky blanketed in stars that Yamamoto realises that here in this world or any other parallel world, he and Gokudera would be together always, because there is no other love like theirs.

It’s Gokudera’s gentle touch on his forearm and subtle smirk that brings him back from the brink of darkness when he’s ready to go all out and lose himself in process, like Polaris shining to guide him when he’s lost his way.

It’s when he looks at Gokudera for all that he is, and just knows that he’s the only person out there for him, no matter how vast space is or how long it takes. Gokudera is one in a hundred, billion galaxies of wonder, and well, Yamamoto’s never been one to care about astronomy but when he looks at Gokudera, he understands and that’s because Gokudera is the universe.