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Gokudera is on the roof of the school, leaning against the railing and staring at the sky. No weapons, no cigarettes, no distractions - for once, just thinking, about all the events that have been surrounding them.

Gathering the guardians, and he's not sure what level of trust he places in each of them, yet. It's going to take a lot of fucking assessment, now that the heat of the battle is over, or at least he's telling himself. He hates to trust, but he's still drawn to them, but ignoring this fact. This is why he thinks so much - so he can rationalize, and ignore his goddamn heart.

He's got a feeling something else is coming up soon, something big. He has no idea what, but whatever it is, it ain't gonna be good. So he's gotta be prepared.

Everyone else better be damned well prepared, too.

So all these thoughts are in his head, and he's not as unaware of his surroundings as he would have been before in a deep thought mode, but he is still pretty unaware. Dangerous on a roof, eh?

Maybe, maybe not.