Shin Seijuro was in a pickle.
Now, this wasn't entirely unusual. Between the possession of an ungodly strength and the lack of ability to control it in certain situations, there's a darned good chance that something's going to go wrong. Or break. Ooor just turn out badly.
In this case, it was all three.
The morning had started out just fine. His morning jog was undisturbed by any foul weather, and he had eaten a sound breakfast that was nutritionally balanced as always. The pull-ups on the monkeybars in the park had received strange looks, as had the pushups on the signal lights on the street, but overall it was normal for him. Time passed and he trained until it was the afternoon.
Then, he had seen him.
Sena Kobayakawa. The true Eyeshield 21. The Devilbats had been training at a local pool for stamina and endurance.
Of course, he had to greet his rival with all courtesy. He definitely was not going because Eyeshield 21 was wearing nothing but Speedos—to maximize hydrodynamics at the expense of dignity—that exposed those nice, toned legs of his and his slim chest—
Erhem. Carrying on…
So he stayed and trained with them. He was overdue for his water training, anyway. It's always beneficial to take the strain off of one's joints, isn't it?
He followed the Devilbats out of the pool and around the city in order to learn more about them. For strategic purposes, of course—know thy enemy, no?
But deny it as he might, he knew deep down inside…that there had been absolutely no reason to follow Eyeshield to his home. And definitely not to accept the humble invitation into that home.
He was definitely not blushing and having dirty thoughts when the younger boy rambled on about how his parents were on a trip and wouldn't be home for a few days, leaving the house empty. Or when he was brought upstairs into the bedroom.
Shin sat on the bed stoically and looked up as Sena set down a tray of drinks on the table.
"Help yourself, Shin-san. I didn't know what you'd like so I brought tea, water, and juice," Sena said with a shy smile.
Shin nodded and picked up a cup and random.
"………."
Awkward silence.
Sena pulled a game console from under his bed and hooked it up into the television. "Er, do you like to play videogames, Shin-san?" he asked nervously. Apparently, he was feeling the awkwardness and wanted to alleviate it.
Shin looked down at the mysterious plastic contraption in his hand and shook his head. "I've never played before. Sakuraba and Takami told me that I should not allow such things into my hands, for the sake of the owner. I did not understand what they meant, but perhaps you can teach me."
Sena laughed nervously and stood, saying, "I'll go get the handbook from downstairs, then. It might help to teach you the basics better than I can."
When Sena turned around and trotted downstairs, Shin stared after the little runningback.
The way his muscles move… Shin thought hazily, his jaw going slack. He heard a loud crunching sound and looked down to where his hands had just pulverized the game controller that he grasped much too tightly.
"Oh…"
Back to the present.
Shin looked around desperately for some way to fix his dilemma and saw none. When he saw Sena walk through the door again, smiling and chattering about how thorough his game guide was, he knew he had to act.
Only to keep Sena from seeing the broken controller, of course. Not because he had any ulterior motives.
Shin leapt to his feet and picked a very surprised Sena, who squeaked as he was placed on the bed. Sena nearly shrieked when he felt strong hands roaming over his body, taking liberties that even Hiruma might not have been bold enough to take, but moaned when a sensitive spot was brushed. And stroked. And kissed.
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Needless to say, when Shin had finished "distracting" Sena the game was forgotten entirely.