He enjoys his times with Tsuna. Sometimes he really has to question how he got to be so lucky. Not everyone got to be like this with their best friend, but here they are. They're in bed and kissing and it's really nice. More than nice. He can't help the stupid little grin that crosses his face when the other pulls away. With his face flushed like that, with those large expressive eyes, Takeshi is reminded again just how cute Tsuna is. He wonders how someone like him got such a cute lover. All of them, all the Vongola are like that. Handsome, beautiful, elegant, mysterious, rugged, cute. All of them except for him. He told himself that someone had to be the plain one. Someone had to be the normal one. He just was the one to draw that stick. He tried not to let it get to him, but there were just says when he would hear guys and girls whispering about them and he just knew they weren't talking about him.

But right now, those small misgivings had taken a backseat as they always did. Right now Tsuna is what matters. Kissing him. Being kissed by him. Looking at that cute flushed face of his and feeling those fingers in his lose concealing shirt. He knows Tsuna doesn't ask for things often so it's pretty easy for him to agree. "You want to try something? Sure. Go ahead Tsuna. I'm sure I'll really like it." He would because it's Tsuna, one of the people he adores more than even baseball.