Untold Moment

Sena watched as Hiruma disappeared around the side of the truck once more. He had been doing that since the first day, and Sena wondered why. Glancing at the others to be sure he wouldn't be missed, Sena took off after the blonde.

He found him sitting on top of the heavy metal case he always carried, arms crossed, chin on his chest. The brunette was surprised to see him asleep.

Approaching his team captain, he noticed that the man's right pants leg was rolled up. Sena was shocked to find an old bandage barely clinging to the quarterback's knee.

Tiptoeing away, he hurried to fetch a new bandage and some ice. He felt a bit betrayed that Hiruma kept this from all of them. Upon returning, he found that the other was still asleep and breathed a sigh of relief.

Crouching down in front of Hiruma, he unrolled the bandages and set them aside. He winced upon seeing the dark colored wound and gently brushed his fingers against it. 'Poor Hiruma-san...' He redressed the wound and reached for the icepack when he suddenly felt someone glaring at him and slowly looked to see Hiruma narrowed green eyes.

"The fuck are you doing, kuso chibi?"

"A-no, etto..." Sena fiddled with his forefingers, keeping his gaze on the ground. Hiruma removed the icepack and shoved it into the smaller teen's hands.

"Keep it. You need it more than I do."

"But Hiruma-san..." Sena looked hurt and a little confused. "I can always just get another one. You haven't used ice for the last few days."

Hiruma considered bothering him or yelling at him until he gave up and left. But the second he looked at those big amber eyes his throat seemed to close up and he couldn't get the words out. With a huff he offered his leg to Sena, knowing that he wasn't going to win this one.

Sena blinked a few times, before smiling and setting the icepack on Hiruma's knee, attaching it securely. It looked a little sloppy, but this wasn't his field of expertise after all.

Hiruma was surprised when Sena gave him a friendly hug, feeling slender arms around his neck. He hesitantly and awkwardly put his arms around Sena in return and pulled him a little closer.

Tired from the days training he rested his head upon Sena's right shoulder. It actually felt kind of nice, holding the pipsqueak like this. He would have to do it more often.

Of course, no one was to ever know that this happened...

Owari