Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21, if I did so, so, so many sena-pairings
Title: Oyasumi, Yoichi
Summary: 'I Notice', it's a series of drabbles, one-shots based around situations I see in the manga/anime and give it a shounen-ai feel to it.
Pairing: Himura/Sena
Chapter: 87, Pg 9
As he dropped onto his bed, not even properly, not even under the covers, he could feel the fatigue of the death march come crashing down on him and through one pain-filled groan; he let himself be taken away by the sweet bliss of sleep.
...
Maybe it was because he wanted sleep and he let his guard down, but he didn't notice the person inside his room, until he felt the extra weight on his back.
His body no sooner tensed up, almost automatically, cursing himself for letting his guard go for even a second, his hand now straining against it, gripped his gun tightly.
"Yoichi," they whispered, voice heavy with exhaustion but he could hear the soothing lilt to it that he couldn't help but curse himself again, because his body, against his will, was loosening up, screaming at him that 'it's alright', 'we can sleep', 'it's just him, just him.'
Manoeuvring just the slightest, trying not to aggravate the worn body beneath him, the one above situated themselves so they were almost a protective cover, as they laid across his back completely, laying their head upon his shoulder, the sight of brown hair come into view, almost ticklish against his skin. Lastly, slowly a hand, probably feeling like lead, stretched over his arm and wrapping delicate, almost feminine fingers around his own callused one still holding onto his gun.
Maybe he was loopy from the harsh heat of running across 2000km and he finally lost it, because it definitely had nothing to do with trust, since trust was such a stupid word, he didn't believe in stupid things, he actually, actually, let go of his faithful weapon, one of the things he did believe in, and turned his palm, so they could entwine their fingers together.
He didn't have to see the smile, because he could feel it against his shoulder, "Stupid shrimp, stop smiling or I'll kick you out," but they knew, though harsh to someone else, they were hollow as they can be, so he didn't stop smiling but instead snuggled closer.
"Oyasumi, Yoichi."
Though the weight was a little heavy, it was comforting more than anything else, so he squeezed his fingers tightly, eyes closing, "Oyasumi, Sena," falling asleep with a smirk on his lips.
THE END