One pairing that I had not been able to relinquish from my head was actually:

*drum roll*

Shin/Sena

There hasn't been enough lately, and my cravings for Sena-centric haven't been fulfilled (once they have, I might continue updating once I have time). Also, if you happen to write a Shin/Sena fan-fiction, I will give you anything!! Anything at all!

Also, some slightly sexual situations (we have been doing sex ed at school and this rolled into my mind).

Chapter 1- Delusions

Shin had never truly understood what puberty was.

His classes had attempted (but failed) at explaining it to him, and endlessly he had heard the same thing- but none of them had ever explained it truly to him.

When he was twelve, and he first caught glimpse of that white, sticky substance in his blankets (he has yet to find out what it is). He just blinked once, twice, threw the blanket into the laundry and went outside for his afternoon jog. He came home to a mother who was acting very strange, and a father who gave him a hearty slap on the back.

But during those times, he had strange dreams.

Of course, now, at the age of seventeen, he has no ideas what they were, but after meeting Kobayakawa Sena, he happened to remember a little.

But by the time he woke up, the sticky substance was there once again, and he wouldn't even remember the dream. By this time, he was doing his laundry alone- he was fairly certain it was a good thing.

He had noticed he had been strayed off his usual jogging route and into a way that he bumped into Sena every day. But Sena didn't mind, and that made Shin feel all... frivolous inside, for some odd reason.

"Un, Shin, you can s-stop running now," Sena stuttered, as if he was frightened his words would make a bomb explode. "You have long gone past your school."

Shin turned around quickly, and what Sena had said was indeed true.

"Oh," was the only word that slipped out of his mouth. "Sorry for occupying your time."

Sena smiled, and there was that frivolous feeling again: "Haha, it is fine, thanks for running with me." But then suddenly frowned: "Uh, Shin-san, are you okay? You seem to be a little... bit... forgetful." Sena was struggling to choose his words: "You don't seem to be as alert as you used to."

Shin's eyes went down a little: "There is nothing that is scheduled my mind..."

Sena smiled again: "Well then, uh, b-bye?"

"Bye," Shin responded, shaking a muscular hand in Sena's direction- and he turned around straight into Sakuraba.

"... huh,"

"What is the matter?"

"Nothing..." Sakuraba frowned, still glancing at Sena who had began running off, and then he faced Shin and stared at him long and hard as they proceeded to practice.

In the locker room, Shin decided to ask about his... dreaming.

"Sakuraba, what does it mean if...?"

There was an awkward silence, which would've been a lot more awkward if there were more people in the room, but thankfully it was only the two of them.

"What?!"

Sakuraba's tone shocked Shin, and Sakuraba pointed at Shin rudely with a bony finger: "You are going to get hell from Hiruma."

Shin frowned: "What have I done?"

Sakuraba sighed: "Do you not realize it? Damn it, we need to get Takami!"

Also, at this particular time, Hiruma, the devil himself, had left a security camera hanging from the locker room of the Oujou Knights- hoping to either fish some blackmail or hear something interesting, and he had long since forgotten to take them off. Today, he just happened to look at the video, and happened to hear Shin's very, very interesting question.

An unfortunate White Knight had just fallen for a Devil's princess.

This story isn't going to end well.