I don't own Eyeshield 21 or the characters therein.


Juumonji was growling. It was a growl uncannily similar to that of Cerberus when the demonic mutt thinks a stray is sniffing around his food dish. Toganou and Kuroki found it rather unnerving that the bleach-blond was capable of such vehement dislike. Thus, the current exercise in anger management.

Sena, on the other hand, was practically purring. The weather outside of the clubhouse was chilly to the point of uncomfortable, but inside he was curled up with his warm boyfriend, content and purring. He was sprawled out (well, as far as a 5' running back could sprawl) on the couch with his head on his teammate and companion's lap.

"Ne, Shrimp?" Called Kuroki, not looking up from his paper cut-outs.

Sena looked up lazily, eyes half-lidded and sleepy.

Juumonji ground his teeth.

"How did you end up with Yukimitsu of all people?"

Yukimitsu looked up from his book he was reading and his fingers that had been running through (petting) Sena's unruly locks stilled.

Sena smiled peacefully. "Because, Yukimitsu-san is Yukimitsu-san."

Yukimitsu smiled. The (not)brothers may be staring at Sena baffled, but he understood.

"Oh." Was the only reply Sena got from Kuroki.

This; however was not enough for Juumonji.

"What the hell does that mean?" He demanded.

Toganou shoved more paper in his hands.

"Yukimitsu-san and I are alike. Always on the inside, looking out and wishing we were able to join in. American football is the first thing either of us have ever done for ourselves. And we both had to face our mother/mother figure to continue playing the game we love." Sena explained, and nuzzled Yukimitsu's hand, to encourage him to continue petting him.

Juumonji was silent. It wasn't that he didn't know what to say; he had millions of responses. It wasn't that he couldn't see it from Sena's point of view; it was obvious the prematurely balding third year adored him. But what pissed him off was that Yukimitsu got there first.

What had him writing out his, ugh, emotions on little paper dolls that he then shredded (or set on fire, depending on how strongly he felt it) was that the third year got there first. The sweet, kind, cuddly running back was claimed before he could screw up the courage to admit his admiration, let alone adoration. Thus, the current exercise in anger management.

His paper dolls, thoughtfully prepared by his two best friends as way of keeping him company and preventing him from doing something rash, were plain white people shapes, that Juumonji was supposed to fill with negative emotions and then get rid of, casting away the bad and only keeping the good.

It wasn't working.

Well, the ones that said 'I envy Yukimitsu's hand right now, 'cuz it gets to touch Sena's hair.' were kinda a relief to burn. And he was a little happy that the shrimp was so clearly happy. But watching Sena cuddle into Yukimitsu's lap like that…

"KAZUKI, NO! FOR THE THIRD TIME IT'S NOT VOODOO, DAMNIT!


For the record, this method of anger management was completely made up, and therefore SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

I'm not sure why I wrote this (or where it came from in the first place), I just had the idea and wanted to get it down before it fled. Kinda a crack pairing, no? Haha! The ending made me smile. Lots of italics, parentheses, and for some reason, a really formulaic format to this. Thanks for reading, and please review!

Sorry to everyone waiting on a Eyeshield 27 update, I've been sick all week, and my rabbit died, and I'm behind on homework. This week seriously sucked.