Disclaimer: Don't own Eyeshield 21

Warning: YAOI, multi pairings.

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It was really cold. Freezing cold. Who knew it would be this cold?

But Sena didn't mind.

He should go home, but he was still waiting. He wouldn't leave until she came to him.

And Sena didn't mind.

It was really late into the night, and it was pouring down extremely hard.

And Sena didn't mind.

In fact, he had a lot of patience. He was pretty darn loyal too. Just standing there, waiting, and waiting.

She didn't forget…Something must've happened and she was late… Sena repeated in his mind, time after time. His eyelids were drooping. He slid down the wall he was leaning on and closed his eyes.

As darkness wrapped around him, he heard a faint yell.

Musashi could've sworn that he just saw Sena. No way… he thought as he continued walking away. He stopped a couple of times, and he completely turned around from his apartment when it started raining. He dropped everything on his couch, and he head some sort of 'pitter patter'. When he looked out the window, he figured out that it was raining.

So he ran.

He never ran as fast as that, flying through the streets. 'Isn't the Dream Team meeting tomorrow for a practice?' Musashi remembered and ran even faster. "SENA!" He yelled, he remembered the last time he yelled like that. With his father, about his father, about American Football, and now.

Musashi felt his heart nearly stop as he saw Sena, against the wall, drenched, and unconscious. Musashi rushed to his side and picked him up. "Sena? Sena, please, wake up…" he begged.

"Mu-Musashi-san?" Sena's quiet voice was barely a whisper. He was trembling and curled up closer to Musashi. "I'm… sorry…I…" Sena drifted back to sleep and Musashi ran back to his home.

When he got there, he opened the door and took Sena into the bathroom, drying both of them off. Musashi got rid of the wet clothes on Sena.

Sena's skin was always pretty pale and soft. Impossibly soft. Unconsciously, Musashi ran his hand through the drooping silky hair. As he put Sena in his head, he changed his clothes. When he came back into the room, Sena was curled into a small ball. Trembling. Musashi sighed through his nose and slid in next to him. Sena curled tightly and cuddled in Musashi's arms and chest, taking his body heat greedily. Musashi slept next to him. Have some good dreams...

Best thing about Sena was the eyes. Filled with determination, concern and happiness. Not now. They may be closed, he might be shivering because it's cold. But he saw how broken Sena was. All you need to do is look at him in the eyes. He could say lies, but his eyes and body language give him away completely.

And when he saw that look on his face, the fake smile. He knew automatically.