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    He watch Yamamoto’s face closely after he spoke, watching as different emotions washed passed his eyes in seconds. He wanted to poke and probe, find out why he’d seen so many of them at once, what was he thinking, what about his words had caused him to cycle through those emotions before he had settled whatever he was feeling now. He felt his heart skip a beat at the thought that perhaps the rain guardian had felt something for him too, which gave him hope of being cured, but he instantly squashed that idea. 

    If his friend shared even a sliver of the possible feelings he had for him, then he would have heard of it by now. He didn’t think that the other guardian would hold onto such feelings secretly, he had always spoken what he thought, but maybe he was scared just like Gokudera was. Scared that it was all one sided, or worried that it was just a projection and not real. There were so many outliers so many thoughts flowing through his head, he just couldn’t sit here and go with the flow, he needed to be sure, needed to think, sort out his thoughts and feelings. It would be easier than just hunting people down.

    “No….it wouldn’t hurt physically to try. But it could hurt in other ways if my theory is correct….” He began speaking as he took a seat on the couch and leaned back, laying Uri on his stomach as he glanced at his ceiling. “I run the risk of ruining the current relationship i have with the person, and I honestly don’t want to risk that at all. The relationship I have with this person is very important to me right now so I’d rather die of this dumb disease than ruin everything we’ve spent years building up.”

    He knew better than to have gone that far since this whole thing had started with them aruging about whether he should or should not fight the illness, but it was true. He knew he probably spoke too much on the matter even before stating that, but if Yamamoto actually caught the hints, then i was better for them both because then he would at least somewhat understand why and hopefully it would end it there.

    “No matter what it’s not really my choice what ends up happening. I could go ahead and confess like you want me to, but it could still be completely one sided so I’ll have to wait for the vaccine, and if there’s no vaccine then I suffer. If I confess and it ruins our current relationship then I’ll be hurting double then. There are so many variables in this situation that can lead to several different endings and  nearly all of them don’t end well.”

Someone important? he mentally repeated to himself, stopping where he stood, watching as the teen sat, obviously it had to be someone important to the storm guardian for him to even be affected by the disease in the first place, but those he considered as important were very few, of what the rain guardian had learned from all the years he'd known the other teen. He could probably even say with confidence that they were all someone that Yamamoto, himself, knew as well. And of course it was something he didn't want to ruin especially when trusting others wasn't something the storm guardian tended to do very easily, something he knew first hand as he'd spent what had to be months maybe even years trying to get Gokudera to trust him in return, let alone care for someone in a way that could be labeled as love. So clearly it was someone they both knew, of that he could be sure of, which meant it had to be someone back home, someone the storm guardian couldn't get to even if he'd wanted to confess given their inability to leave Wonderland at the moment. But something in the way the teen had spoken about who this person was or how he didn't want to ruin things didn't imply at all that it was someone back home, like the matter of not being able to confess wasn't even an issue but more of the way Gokudera didn't want to risk ruining anything he had with this person. Which served in narrowing down who this person was quite a bit and with that thought alone, his heart skipped an almost painful beat, the answer somewhat obvious but the doubt that he was wrong still rang in his ears as the other teen continued to speak. Why did this seem so much harder now that they're speaking about it than it did when Gokudera first started to cough up the petals? He almost wanted to laugh at his earlier thought of it being something easy to confess, what a fool he'd been. Why did this all have to be so complicated? "But," he started, pausing as he gathered his thoughts, "how is that fair to them or to you?" He asked from where he stood, looking away from the teen and instead settling on the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Do you really think they'd be happy to watch you be in pain? How can you even be sure that they don't feel the same way as you when you don't even try? When you don't give them a chance?"

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Adachi was disappointed and more than a little annoyed to find that he had to travel all the way to Four Sale– a town over–for groceries, but the farmer’s market near him was closed….. He still had a lot of getting used to when it came to living here. Well whatever the case– he decided he might as well try to do a little haggling now that he was here– why did everything have to be so damn expensive?

After locating a few cheap things for dinner and placing them in a basket, Adachi sauntered over to the nearest worker to bug them see if there was anything they could do. “Heyyy! Quuuiiiicckk question!” He started with a singsong voice, doing his best to paint his face with an absolutely ‘award winning’ grin. “There any kind of discount for new customers?~ Any daily specials?~”

Restocking the shelves wasn't something he minded doing most of the time, it was the easiest task to do other than cleaning the store's isles while the store was open. Why his manager had thought them sweeping the floor during the store's busiest time of the day had been a good idea, he really didn't know and sure enough as soon as the task had been completed a new surge of customers had come into the store quickly undoing all of their work. Lesson learned, he'd settled on as he instead moved onto his next task, deciding that he'd sweep the floors again when the store wasn't as busy.

That was a new perspective of things, Izuku wasn’t the type to let his worries die down, but sometimes he did need to relax. Take time to think things through without rushing it. He just had to be careful and be on guard no matter what the case is, even if there weren’t many villains in Wonderland.

“Yeah! I wouldn’t mind that.” Izuku said, a soft smile appearing on his face as his tension relaxed for the time being, this male didn’t seem so bad. No bad intentions were present and he could go for a bite to eat. “If you don’t mind having company, I’d love to tag along.”

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He' fallen into somewhat of a trance while watching the rain fall outside of his window, the sound almost lulling him into a light doze when he was startled out of it as the other teen had spoken, pulling the dark haired teens attention away from the window and instead on the lounging teen.

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    Gokudera’s eyes scanned the baseball player carefully, watching him closely as he walked up to him to catch up, trying his best to read him and look for any hint of what had crossed his mind that had caused him to freeze on the spot and even suddenly blush. He had known his fellow guardian long enough to pick up on when he was trying to cover for something, and he knew it wasn’t that cold that his cheeks would suddenly go red from it. 

    Whatever it was, he’d probably tell him later on, he always did.

    “You don’t have to think so hard on a stupid question you know, you’ll end up hurting yourself if you think too hard.” He joked lightly as he tapped his chest lightly with the back of his hand once the baseball player had caught up, a small smile playing on his lips before he turned his attention back to the road and picked up his pace a little to get back to his place a bit faster per his request. Even with the slight touch against him he could feel the warmth that radiated from him, that welcoming warmth that he always contributed to his flame, the tranquility that came with it. 

    “Geez, I don’t get how you feel so cold when I feel a whole lot warmer just standing next to you!” He shoved his hands into his jacket pocket as he walked next to him, if he stood a little closer to him, it was simply because of that and nothing else, or so he had to tell himself since he was suddenly feeling a little self conscious about that sudden decision. 

    As they walked the last blocks to his place, he began to wonder if the search they had planned on the spot would even be worth it. One one hand it would get the taller guardian off his back, but on the other hand it would annoy the hell out of him because he already knew it was impossible to have fallen for anyone he had just recently met and never talked to. Yamamoto’s early on the spot theory of what love was had helped him narrow down the possibility of who it was, but he was dead set on not doing anything about it. His friendship with him was far too precious to him, and if he was completely and utterly wrong about this and he had simply projected these feelings from the fear of the disease then he risked so much for nothing. 

    As they finally got to his place, he slowly opened the door for them and let the taller male in, before he walked in and closed the door behind them. Uri had quickly run to the door to greet them both with a soft mew as Gokudera leaned down to pick her up.

    “You know…..I think we shouldn’t bother trying to find this mystery person that’s caused this stupid disease in me. If love’s like how you think it is, then I should already have an idea of who it is. I probably just need more time to figure out who it is and go from there, or maybe they’ll have a vaccine or something before that.” He scratched the top of Uri’s head as he spoke, walking towards his small living room and only pausing to cough up a few petals.

It was true, Izuku had run into so many villains, ever since he first stepped foot into this crazy place. It’s been one villain after another, the worst has yet to come. Or so he thought. It could have been worse, Shigaraki could have been wandering the streets of Wonderland, and if he was, he hadn’t run into him.

Well, that was the last thing he needed. Especially Shigaraki Tomura, he knew that the villain had a grudge against him. But it wouldn’t be anything he’s not used to.

His eyes looked up towards the other with a slight worried expression, seeing the grin made him less tense. Something about him represented what All Might would have said to him, that he takes things into detail far too easily. “Yeah, that is something I’ve got to keep in mind. Although, I feel like if I don’t keep my guard up, something will happen.”

"I guess that's kind of true," he said with a nod of his head, "but if you're always worrying about something that might happen how are you ever going to do anything else? Like, it's good to want to be prepared for anything but at the same time you don't want to spend all your time worrying about it when you can't even be sure that it will."

“Oh well…” Killua paused for a moment trying to see how he could explain it without getting into the whole nen thing.

“I can produce electricity and can use it to move pretty fast. Though I usually use it to fight so uh…” He motioned to the baseball that had stopped smoking but the smell of ozone was still there. He showed him by holding his index finger and thumb about two inches apart. Some blue electricity sparked between the pads of his two fingers for a moment.

“The name is Killua by the way.” He reached out his hand

"That's pretty neat," he replied as he leaned down a bit, resting his hands against he's knees to get a closer look at the sparks between the younger teen's fingers. "Would hate to get hit with that," he joked with a nod of his head, "I imagine it's pretty painful."

Tamaki paused for a moment thinking. He felt some nerves as the customer described his preference that was very unspecific. What if he offered him something he did not like? What if he hated it? 

“Oh o-okay then I think you might want a m-mocha then. It is sweet but still can get that coffee flavor through it. Or we have some flavor beans so it would have the bitterness, the cinnamon bun flavor beans are pretty good and it is p-pretty good with french vanilla creamer we have on the counter over there.” He felt his voice get quieter as he talked. He looked over at his manager who had both her thumbs up towards him as he talked. He quickly looked away with red tipped ears and looked back towards the customer.

He let out a low hum as he thought over the teen's words, he'd had a mocha before so he knew that was a drink he usually liked back home and was the safe choice in case he didn't like what else the teen had suggested but was more in the mood to try something different than what he usually tended to have.

    Gokudera replied with a soft hum, he was hoping at least for some weird response of what love was that only Yamamoto himself would understand until he would be able to decipher it, but it just went to prove that love itself was complicated if even the baseball player didn’t know how to explain it. He should have expected the other to not have thought about it too much since they didn’t have the luxury to really think about that stuff with the life they lived even if they were still young and should have been thinking about it. Even before Yamamoto had finally fully recognized the mafia life he was too involved in baseball to even allow himself those thoughts. 

    He sighed softly as they made their way to his apartment, taking a swig from the handy waterbottle the swordsmen had supplied him with everytime he felt that slight burn in his throat. He glanced over at the taller male when he noticed the silence that had fallen between them and raised an eyebrow in surprise as he seemed to be deep in thought. He hadn’t really expected him to think that hard about his question on love, but he couldn’t help the small smile that crossed his face because of it. The rain guardian was showing that he was determined to help him in any way to fix this stupid disease, even if it was just by answering silly questions that probably had no real answer to them.

    He’d keep the silence between them, to give the other time to think and see if he’d come up with an answer as he continued leading them to his home. The bomber wasn’t going to be expecting an answer anytime soon honestly, and he was fine with that, but when the taller male finally spoke up with his answer he was only a bit surprised. 

    It seemed like Yamamoto had come to a simple conclusion, one that Hayato himself had thought of, at least for who he would fall in love with. So hearing Takeshi say the same thing caused his heart to skip a beat. He kept his face looking forward and tried to keep it calm and relaxed, to show no sign of reaction. “Someone you could trust with anything and everything.” He found himself finishing for the teen when he had gone silent, before realizing he had stopped following him as he glanced back in confusion.

    He raised an eyebrow at the teen as he tried to figure out why he looked to be in shock before worry began to spread to him. Had he come to the same conclusion he had? That it was probably, most certainly, Yamamoto himself that he harbored these feelings for? He hoped he was just jumping to conclusions on this assumption, he wasn’t ready to deal with that yet, he still needed time to process it himself and figure out the best route of this all because he was most definitely not going to risk ruining the friendship they worked so hard to build. 

    “Oi….baseball idiot you okay?”

"Yeah...," he agreed softly, falling silent as he tried to gather his thoughts into some sort of order, but the realization came expectantly and only served in leaving him with more questions than answers. Could he actually say and think that what he felt for the storm guardian was love? Sure he loved the storm guardian, how could he not? When said guardian was one of his best friends, especially after everything they'd been through together along with the rest of their friends and guardians since this all started all those years ago. It was to be expected that he'd come to care for Gokudera more and more throughout the years, he could say the same when it came to Tsuna and the others. But even he had to admit that his worry for the storm guardian tended to run a little deeper than his worry for the rest of them. Sure, he'd still jump in front of each and everyone of them if it meant his friends would all be safe and unharmed, but he always seemed to gravitate towards the storm guardian more than the others. Somehow always managing to find the silver haired teen first more often times than not and remained on edge when he couldn't locate the male. Only letting out a breath of relief and some sort of weight seemed to lift off him when he finally managed to locate said teen in the midst of their latest fight, glad and relieved to find the teen alive.

How could he be sure that what he felt for Gokudera was any different than what he felt toward Tsuna or any of the others? What did being in love even actually mean? Was it that he was meant to do something different or want something different from the storm guardian than what he got from the others? He tried to think back to the few movies he'd watched, of their classmates who'd complained about their girlfriends and boyfriends, of his coworkers who sometimes did the same or of the stories they told of how said boyfriends or girlfriends surprised them the day before with some sort of gift or date. Stories of first kisses and hand holding that often followed awkward confessions. Was that something he wanted with the other teen? The thought of kissing the shorter teen had never crossed his mind before, but he'd never actually thought about kissing anyone else either, let alone doing any hand holding or going on a date. Shaking his head briefly he looked up at the silver haired teen and quickly looked away as the thought of kissing the storm guardian only seemed to set his face on fire and sent his heart racing. Okay, so maybe he wouldn't mind doing those things with Gokudera, he thought as he shook his head again in an effort to will away the warmth in his cheeks and taking a breath as he tired to calm his too frantic heart.

    “Not about winning….says the baseball player.” Gokudera huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring to his side as he reached for a napkin to clean the mess in his hands from his coughing fits and wipping his mouth clean. “Kinda figured I’d be stuck with you for the rest of my life or something ever since you knocked some sense into me during our first fight with Gamma.”

    “Yeah let’s get out of here now, I’m tired of people not minding their own damned business.” He replied as he tossed his napkins away and gave a harsh glare at a random stranger who had glancing at them since their argument had first started. He nodded at the swordsmen as he picked up their trays and went to toss them, letting himself just sit on the ground as he let his thoughts overtake him while Yamamoto was gone. 

    He was going to have to thoroughly research this disease, learn its ups and downs, see if it even had the ability to mutate and change how it affected people. He didn’t want to believe that he had actually caught it because he had fallen in love, and it wasn’t because he just thought it was stupid, it was simply because he didn’t want it to be because he had at some point probably fallen for the stupid rain guardian. That was the only logical solution because there was no fucking way he had fallen for anyone else, he knew himself way too much to know that he wasn’t that kind of person, even if he’d changed over the years, he was still the judgmental person he was that looked down on others before giving them a chance. 

    What even did love feel like? He’d have to know that before he even started trying to narrow down who could have caused him this suffering. He really only knew the love of a mother, though he could barely remember it and only pieced it together from how Tsuna’s mother treated them all and the younger brats, and he had long sense realized the love he felt for the Tenth was that of devotion and friendship. Then there was the love he had for Bianchi, but that was the love of siblings because he also hated her just as much due to all the suffering she still seemed to cause him even if she didn’t mean it. Actual romantic love? That he had no idea about. 

    He groaned loudly to himself before he noticed Yamamoto approaching again and picked himself back up from the floor as he reached for the water bottle. 

    “You’re the only one I interact daily with. I barely talk to anyone else unless I need to but whatever, it’s all worth a shot.” He shrugged as he opened the water bottle and took a long drink from it. It really helped the soreness in his throat from all the coughing he’d done. “Serious question first though….and don’t you dare laugh at it…” He spoke with slight irritation in his voice as he put the cap on his bottle and looked away from the taller male. “What does feeling in love even feel like?”

He let out a low hum as he thought over the storm guardian's question, the thought of laughing hadn't even crossed his mind given the other male's current dilemma. "I don't know," he finally answered as he tried to remember whether or not that was something he'd asked his father or any of their friends but came up with nothing. "I've honestly never thought about it," he continued with a brief shrug of his shoulders as he turned to lead them out of the store, mindful to keep himself close to Gokudera as a precaution as they made their way out of the building. He fell silent as they made their way out the front doors, subconsciously falling into step with Gokudera as the storm guardian lead the way. Love had never been something he, himself, had ever really thought of, his thoughts and time mostly focused on the sport he loved to play and hanging out with their friends when they weren't in the midst of another fight against their most recent enemy. Sure he loved baseball, but even he was aware of the feeling enough to know that loving baseball and loving someone were two completely different things. And sure, he loved his father but it was the type of love a son had for a father or mother, he may have loved his mother but she hadn't stuck around for him to even really feel anything more than indifference for her. Romantic love, however, was something he didn't know a thing about. What was it like to fall in love? How would one even know when they fell in love or loved someone? How would anyone even describe the feeling? The more he thought about it the more questions he seemed to have, question he didn't even know where to start to search for answers. And with that thought alone, it became clear to Yamamoto that maybe finding the cure for this disease wouldn't be as simple as finding the person Gokudera had come to love. Back at home, if this had come up, he would have gone to his father just like when he'd set out to learn how to wield a sword, knowing his father would have been the best person to ask. He had to of been in love with his mother at some point right?