My first fanfic in 7 years, and I was 15 back then, I hope this is still able to swallow.^^;
Please enjoy!
EDIT: made a few changes i the intro. if you find any grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes, please inform me, thanks.
any comments and thoughts will be loved dearly.
It had started as any other day, Sena had somehow forced himself out of bed, he had recently gotten into the habit of getting up early. Pulled on his Uniform, and off to morning practice. When he arrived at the clubhouse there was no surprise to find the captain already sitting there with his legs on the table. His laptop balanced over his legs and writing down in his black notebook of blackmail. Sena felt his heart skip a beat as his eyes meet with his captain.
"You're fucking early. Again." Hiruma lifted an eyebrow and grinned. "You sure you're not a fucking sadist shrimp!?" He cackled at his own joke.
Sena blushed deeply, turned his back and started changing, mumbling something about Mamori finding out he was Eyeshield if he arrived at the same time as her. He put on his training gear, slowly, sneaking every peak he could at the upperclassman. Sena had no idea when it had happened, but one day he had found himself admiring the blond on a slightly different level than the rest of the team. In the beginning he had though there was something wrong with the others on the team, not seeing the obvious perfection in the captains body. And the gems he had for eyes. It was quite the hit when he had to admit for himself that he had fallen in love with Hiruma. or at least found his body very attractive.
Though he had accepted this was only candy for the mind, to actually pursue a relation with 'The Commander Of Hell' himself seamed a little too dangerous and impossible. Hiruma didn't look like the dating kind after all.
After a long day of school followed by a painful practice session Sena finally found himself finishing up in the shower. But when it was about time to get dressed again a problem arose, he was unable to find his change of clothes. A small feeling of panic came over Sena, but it didn't last long. Thanks to well placed smack on the back of his head by Monta, Sena figured he could just use his space change of gym clothes. With the spare change of clothing on, he ventured outside looking for his uniform.
Sasuna had been the first one to say she probably knew where it was, and if that wasn't suspicious enough, her smile was a little too friendly and bright. None the less, Sena followed. It's not like he could be walking around in his gym clothes all day. Sasuna lead him to a room far back in the school building, dragging him by the hand. In the room he saw Mamori and two piles of clothes on a desk.
Click! The door locked itself behind them as an unsteady feeling was growing in his stomach. His eyes went from Marori, who look apologetic but there was no regret, to Sasuna who looked more overjoyed and existed. "Now, Sana. Mamo-nee and I want to strike you a deal." Sasuna picked up one of the piles of clothes. "We want you to change into this, show us how it looks. And then you get your clothes back." She pushed the clothes into his arms. Looking down at the clothes he got a sinking feeling, these were not his usual discreet style. They looked far to flashy for him. "I-I don't think clothes like this would suit me..." He'd rather not try on any kind of new clothes to be honest, and it's not like they would just 'look at it'.
"Oh, please Sena, it will look so good on you!" Mamori smiled encouraging.
"Do as you like Sena, but it's not like we'll give you your uniform back if you don't." Sasuna opened a door to a cupboard in the back. "We even got a room for you to change in!" She practically sang the words. Sena took a last glance at the clothes. well, if it was just wearing them it was okay, right? And it's not like he could say no to Mamori.
He walked into the cupboard and closed the door to the giggling girls behind him. He lifted up the pants he was supposed to be wearing, they where black and had to be the tightens pair of jeans he had ever seen. He struggled getting them on over his shin and tights but eventually the pants where on, buttoned up and secure, He wondered if he would actually be able to get them off when this was done. A black tank top, an over sized gray sweater that slipped down over his left shoulder was also provided for him, and a pair of black boots he had to lace up on the outside of the pants to top it off.
Feeling rather ridiculous in this getup he walked out of the cupboard, only to wish a second later that he never had opened the door.
Sena had failed to noticed that the giggling had stopped, and was now looking straight at Hiruma. Standing in the doorway, spinning, what could only be the classroom key, with his finger, observing the scene that played before him.
Hiruma had always had a watching eye on Sena. Sena was his Ace after all. And it was long gone since he had accepted his attraction to the little shit. And he had of course noticed Senas interest in him, that was clear as daylight to anyone who wasn't blind. It had turned into quite the fun game for him to watch Sena show up early in the morning, and suck in every detail he could see while Sena changed avoiding the glances Sena sent him. And thanks to his trusty little notebook nobody would dare to question or stop him in whatever he decided to.
So when he had seen Sena being taken away with Sasuna, he didn't need to come up with an excuse, and simply follow.
Just hearing what was going on inside the classroom made his eyebrows furrow, he didn't like how easily Sena went along with this deal. and he would not allow it to go though completed. 'Just look at it' how stupid could the fucking shrimp be? Hiruma had seen Sasunas camera phone himself, there would obviously be taken some photos. He fished up his own master key of the school, given to him under special circumstances by the principal himself, he dressed up in his worst grin and a pissed expression, unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The first thing that crossed his mind when he was Sena was how fucking FUCKABLE the fucking shrimp looked. The second was that the blush that was rising in the shrimps face just made it better. The last thought was that those bitches needed to get the hell out of this classroom.
Hiruma locked eyes with Sasuna. "Get out, and take that shitty manager with you!" Sasuna needed no more convincing, though Mamori looked like she needed some, but Sasuna managed to drag the girl outside with her without him having to bring the guns. Not that way worked much on Mamori anyway.
Sana could only stare as Mamori and Sasuna left the room and Hiruma closed and locked the door behind them. He was trapped again, but this time with the king of demons himself.
Hiruma stared at him, the temperature in the room changed again, from icy cold to a far more livable one. But it was a certain heat to it, and it made Sana's heart raise.
Hiruma took a step towards, in a feeble attempt to get away, Sena took a step back wards only to trip in his own legs, and fall straight down on his butt. "O-ouch..." Sena didn't quite know what Hiruma was so angry about, it's not like he could have done anything to prevent this, he needed his change of clothes, and it's not like he could have ran and grabbed it with Mamori there either. Sena stared at the floor in front of him as he saw Himura slowly walk into view. "Kekekeke... Don't piss your pants you fucking shrimp. I just decided to take you out for a date."