Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: This is fluff. Yaoi fluff.
Summary: Sena falls in love. No one is safe.
When it happened, it was indescribable.
Sena almost didn't recognize the feeling. Almost didn't know what it meant that he could barely breathe, but didn't care. That his whole body filled with arcs of electricity, but the feeling beneath his breast was light and fluttery and made of air, like something winged. That he felt as if he were falling from some high, precarious place, to somewhere that was unfamiliar and awkward and right—as if he'd just been hit in the face with something he'd been waiting for all his short life and it was so very, very right.
The first time Kobayakawa Sena fell in love, it happened like this.
"Yo," said Tsukishima Hana, raising a hand. "'Sup, Sena-chan?"
Sena opened his mouth to say something—anything—back, and couldn't get anything out around the blush.
Everyone else—who wasn't Tsukishima Hana—stood there with their mouths open.
"Oh, like hell," Jyuumonji started to say—
"—in this fucking lifetime—" Tesshou was shouting—
"No. Way—" cried Sakuraba.
"No," said Shougo, very certainly—
"Ah, Tsukishima-san," began Yamato, jaw clenched—
"Now, just a minute," said Yonezaki—
"I don't think so," said Sera—
"Fucking Suzuran trash!" spat Agon—
"You fucking monk," yelled Hideyoshi—
"..." frowned Taka.
"Not this time, Hana," said Mitsumasa—
Shin moved forward, arm coming up—
Hiruma's eye twitched—
Both Guriko and Zetton (with strangely blank expressions on their faces) reached for Hana—
Musashi's expression changed slightly to indicate severe disapproval—
—and Sena looked shyly up at Hana.
Who said, "Huh?"
- - -
Somewhere, Anezaki Mamori sneezed.