He was a sick bastard falling for that twisted son of a bitch. He'd dared to confide in Hyuuga not a week ago and had been rewarded with the other challenging his sanity and then recommending he get counseling, or a decent bar of chocolate and drop any notion of getting down and dirty with that knee-breaking fouler.
It wasn't that simple, it never had been and never would be. Every occasion of meeting was met with taunts in exchange for smiles. Insults in return for soft promises of thwarted plans. In one way such talk was not far from pillow talk in any case. He could imagine that Hanamiya was probably quite a terrible, self-centered lover.
Which made him wonder what had lead to this. He was hardly brave in this area, though he knew no fear in all others. He'd found the others home, knocked nervously and as the door had opened he laughed weakly at the disbelieving string of unrepeatable words and begun to say; "Hanamiya, I kind of… Love…" But he'd been unable to muster the courage.
"Your swearing but I'm here for a reason. You uh, forgot your phone." No doubt his initial half of the sentence would come across as sarcasm."
