Sena Needs a Girfriend!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Chapter 1: The Plan
American Football. This couldn't be healthy for little Sena, not at all.
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It was a regular day at Deimon High. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and nothing indicated at the diabolic plan one Anezaki Mamori was planning.
No, nothing at all.
Mamori stood at the sidelines of the school's field, watching members of the Devil Bats, the school's amefuto team, practiced. She watched as the young high school boys toiled and worked, determined to win their next game, the game after that, and eventually, the championship.
It was a far goal, many thought, but the growth that the team was showing made the goal reachable. It might just happen, Mamori conceded.
Her eyes narrowed, focusing on one particular team member. Well, no, he wasn't really a team team member, just the secretary. He ran around the field, fetching water and towels and whatnot for the other members. Yes, she was watching Kobayakawa Sena.
If Mamori had a little brother, it would be him. Bumbling around and always bullied, she was always there to protect the dear child.
How he had gotten into American football, she honestly didn't know. Even her persuading talk to him about quitting the team hadn't left enough of a mark to make him agree. And so she herself had taken on the team's manager duties. All for Sena. She would protect him, no matter what.
But now, all Sena thought about was football. He talked, he ate, he slept football. And Mamori was getting restless. This couldn't be healthy for little Sena, not at all.
And so, Anezaki Mamori made up her mind to do something about it.
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Sena sat down on a bench, wiping the sweat off of his face. Normally, he'd be in disguise as Eyeshield 21, practicing along with everyone else, but that day, Hiruma had told him not to, forcing him to do secretarial duties.
Flashback
"Ke, fucking shrimp, no practice for you today," Hiruma said as Sena entered the club locker room. He'd been about to put on his uniform, but paused.
"Eh? Why, Hiruma-senpai?" the puzzled boy asked.
The reply was a fierce kick and a "Don't question me!" Sena squeaked and complied.
"Pretend to be a secretary. The fucking manager is getting suspicious," Hiruma ordered. "Can you do that?" Sena nodded. Hiruma then added as an afterthought, "Oh and don't think you're getting out of practicing, fucking shrimp. You're making up today's time tomorrow, doubled!" The blonde then left the room, laughing his trademark laugh.
And this all scared poor Sena out of his wits.
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So now the little runningback sat on a sideline bench, staring at the field wistfully. He didn't exactly like going through the terrible torture Hiruma claimed to be "practice," but Sena found that he somehow missed the workout.
Not that what he was doing right now wasn't a workout. Who knew that running around with drinks and towels could be so much exercise?
Sena leaned back and sighed. He was about to get up for another round of offering refreshments, but stopped when a shadow fell over him. Looking up, he saw Mamori.
"Hello Mamori-nee," he greeted, smiling at his sister-figure. That odd glint in her eyes couldn't possibly be something bad, could it?
"Hello Sena-kun," the girl replied back sweetly. A little too sweetly, Sena noticed. But this was Mamori-nee, right? She wouldn't do anything to harm him.
Mamori took a seat next to Sena, and looked into his eyes seriously. Sena glanced around nervously, wondering what in the world could be happening. "Um, Mamori-nee?"
Mamori blinked. "Oh, sorry Sena-kun. I was just thinking about something." She smiled again.
Sena sweatdropped.
"So, Sena-kun," Mamori started, and Sena just couldn't shake off a foreboding feeling. "Tell me, have you thought about things other than football recently?"
Oh. So that's what this was about. "Er, of course I have, Mamori-nee! I've been working on my studies very much! Ah, would you like to see my last math exam? I g– "
Mamori cut him off. "No, Sena-kun, I was thinking more… relationship-wise."
It was Sena's turn to blink. Tentatively, he said, "I have plenty of friends now, if that's what you're talking about, Mamori-nee."
Mamori shook her head no, leaving a very confused Sena. Sighing, she said, "Sena, you know that you're like a little brother to me, right?" Sena nodded. "And that I always think of what's best for you, right?" Sena nodded, but this time a little hesitantly.
Mamori beamed. It was time to lay it all out now.
"Sena, I think it's time you've gotten a girlfriend."
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A/N: Hello! This was just an idea that popped up one day, hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated :)