Hayato took a deep breath and leaned his head on Ryuutaro's. God, he was so tired. This whole ordeal had left him drained. He just wanted to go back to the library, curl up with Ryuutaro, forget everything that just happened and will happen, and just sleep. As much as Ryuutaro thought the only thing he could do here was to be scared and protected... he had actually been keeping Gokudera together. Even through their arguments, Hayato knew he would not pushed himself nearly as hard and still forced himself to keep it all together if it wasn't for Ryuutaro. Ryuutaro had won those fights just as much as Hayato.

Though before Hayato could thank Ryuutaro for everything there was an unmistakable shout... from a certain lawn head- now ten years younger.

"WHERE IS THIS PLACE TO THE EXTREME!?"

Hayato let out a half-hearted and tired laugh,"Well looks like dipshit A is here..."