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Sena frowned.
When he had come home on Valentine's Day with a smile speared across his face, his mom had jumped to the notion that Sena somehow defied logic, and now had a girlfriend. "No mom, he isn't a girl." Sena explained without pre-thinking about how that would sound out loud.
"Oh, of course not, I expected as much." She stated cheerfully, before skipping out of the room whistling a tune. "What's that suppose to mean? Hey, don't take that the wrong way!" Sena cried chasing after her.
The reason he had been so up-beat was because he had figured out that Hiruma did, indeed, have a heart. (Even if it was bullet-shaped.) The older boy had saved Sena from chocolaty embarrassment on Valentine's Day, but since then completely ignored Sena.
He didn't do it outright, he still threw Sena passes during games, and would shoot at the brunet during practice, but other than that Sena might as well been invisible. He wasn't just being parinod either, even Mamori noticed and questioned Sena about it. Sena sighed at the memory while headed down the stairs catching his mother's attention.
"Sena-kun, you've been more depressed than normal lately, is everything okay? Any issues you want to talk about? School, friends, boys?" His mom asked a little too sweetly. There was something sneaky and embarrassing in that sentence but Sena was too tired still to intangle the mystery of what.
"No mom, I'm fine. I better be headed to school now." He said picking up his backpack; the day after Valentine's Day Hiruma had given it back, well more like thrown it in Sena's general direction, but at least Sena had it.
Morning practice was exactly what Sena thought it would be, Hiruma ignoring him, Monta doing something-MAX, Taki twirling around, the ha-ha brothers hitting stuff, and Sena running in random circles and plays. Even classes were normal and boring, teachers taught, he learned, et certia.
Lately, since not everyone was able to balance football and school as well as the team geniuses, the Devil Bat team members would quickly do homework at the club. With Yuki around Sena's grades were higher than ever, but since the boy had was busy explaining the concept of math to Monta, so once again Sena turned to Jyuumonji for help.
"Jyuumonji-kun, um, c-could you help me with this problem, er, again?" Sena asked nervously, it was the third time he asked the other for help and even though the ex-delinquent didn't seem that impatient Sena was sure that somewhere Jyuumonji was beginning to get ticked off.
"Sure, move over here so I can see the book too." Jyuumonji huffed, shifting so he wasn't slouching anymore. Behind them Kuroki muttered something to Togano and Jyuumonji face warmed up, even though curious, Sena decided not to ask.
Instead he just scooted his chair closer to the other taking the heavy math book with him. "Well, see, you gonna first find the slope, points (9,3) and (2,4) so find rise over run…"
Busy, Sena didn't notice Hiruma looking up from cleaning a gun, a dark enough expression on his face that even Mamori scooted away fearfully.
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Sena was ready to head home from his typical day when hit with a curve ball.
No, literally.
He had made the mistake of walking near the baseball field, where the team was practicing and the pitcher's threw just a little too far and the small evil ball whacked Sena on the back of the head causing him to see flashes of white. Not to count that the pain, much different from being tackled, brought red-hot tears to his eyes.
"Are you okay?!" Sena looked up at who he assumed was the pitcher, a wide-eyed boy who was panting slightly. Despite the pain Sena frowned curiously when the boy's face turned sheet white. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He responded quickly but the panicked look on the other's face didn't disappear.
"Oh god y-you're, you're, Kobayakawa, Sena aren't you?" He asked in horror, Sena nodded and stood up as other baseball players circled around him. "Dude I am so sorry! I didn't mean it I swear!" Sena blinked nervously suddenly attacked by a volley of apologies, not only from the pitcher but from the whole team.
"Um, don't worry about it I-I'll be fine." He promised and after the fifth time repeating it, they stopped and listened. The pitcher looked at him hopeful, "S-so you're not going to have Hiruma hunt us down?" He asked looking behind if as if expecting the blond demon to already be headed his way and Sena shook his head furiously. "Of course not!" All of the team members sighed in relief and Sena blushed chuckling nervously to himself.
'At least this explains why no one's been trying to bully me lately.'
After firmly reassuring them that he truly wasn't hurt and that none of them would wake up with Hiruma at their throats, he slipped away from their unwanted attention backtracking to the clubhouse.
'I need ice.' He thought rubbing his eyes and nearly ran into the one and only Hiruma, looking up startled. 'If I'm lucky I'm still invisible to him.' He thought positively after taking a step back for some personal space.
"What the hell happened to you?" Hiruma asked in a monotone voice, raising an eyebrow when he noticed Sena's still bloodshot eyes. "Fuck, you were crying." He swore a dangerous look crossing his face. Suddenly Sena felt as if he shouldn't have promised the baseball time safety against Hiruma.
"Oh it's um, nothing. I wasn't paying attention and got hit in the back of the head with a baseball." Sena explained emphasizing the fact that it was clearly his fault and that no one would need to suffer.
"Baseball? Of course you did, where the hell was your boyfriend during this?" Hiruma asked but had to wait for Sena to finish choking on his air before he receiving a reply.
"B-b-boyfriend? What boyfriend, I don't have a boyfriend, where the heck did you even get the idea that I have one?" He blurred out panic rising. There it was now a proven fact, Hiruma could read his mind and knew that his mom had somehow come to that idea and now wanted to freak Sena out as much as possible because if it.
"Fucking brother #1, it's quick sickening actually how much time the two of you spend together." Hiruma spat out bitterly in the same tone someone would use when talking about War World ll, greedy American people, or global warming. Sena swayed on his feet halfway sure that if he passed out it would have nothing to do with the baseball.
"Jyuumonji-kun's my friend," He announced ignoring Hiruma who snorted contining hotly. "and anyway, maybe if you weren't ignoring me completely for the last month, we might have, um, have, um." Sena said his mind strangely blank as Hiruma stepped in closer his devilish smile in place.
"We might have?" He repeated taking yet another step closer and immediately Sena took one backwards. This continued until Sena's back pressed against an inconveniently located wall and still Hiruma stepped closer until he was looking down on Sena almost directly overhead. Being short really sucked.
Not wanting to have to finish that awkward sentence, Sena instead wisely choose to change the subject. Working his brain overtime he said the first thought to form.
"It kind of sounds like you're jealous of Jyuumonji-kun." If Sena was prone to swearing he would had done so right there. Repetitively. While banging his head with a frying pan. A hot frying pan.
Hiruma chuckled darkly and despite how much he wanted too, Sena didn't dare shut his eyes instead watching Hiruma carefully.
"Now why would I be jealous? You're my fucking running back." Hiruma pointed out and for some reason Sena's heart started to do some strange African Drum sort of beating, he was actually surprised that Hiruma couldn't hear it, they were damn close enough.
"I am?" Sena replied stupidly and Hiruma nodded bending down to Sena's level.
It took about thirty moments after it happened that Sena realized that Hiruma had just kissed him. If he had any room he would have risen his hands up to check his lips but like said at the moment that wasn't much of a possibility with the lact of personal space and all.
"W-what was that for?" Sena questioned in shock and Hiruma grinned wide, his breath smelled like mint. "Cause I wanted to." Hiruma explained before repeating the gesture twice, three times or was it five? Was there a reason why Sena was on fire? Hiruma was so warm…
"Hiruma-kun I got that copy of the plays from Friday you wanted, Sena!" Mamori cried out dropping the plays her face pale, then red, then pale again, some sort of green, then a little bit bluish, then red again. Sena opened his open trying to say something to her only to have Hiruma try out something French.
"Fucking manager, away." Hiruma ordered breaking away from Sena for a moment not seeming very pleased with having to do so.
"Oh no! Sena, this is the end of Football once I tell your parents this-"
"Hey Mamori-chan I just won a couple dozen crème puffs on a radio show! Want to help me pick them up?" Suzuna called entering the clubhouse and was dragged out as soon as the she said the words 'crème puffs'.
"Bye Sena! Wear protection!" She called and Sena felt his face heat up to a dangerous level.
"Fucking females. Now where were we?" Hiruma asked turning his direction back to Sena, frowning when Sena turned his face to the side, rejection.
"This is probably a really idiotic question, with a very simple answer, but please humor me Hiruma-san. Why are you doing this?" Sena asked his face still warm and Hiruma rolled his eyes up to the ceiling the word 'duh' already forming on his lips. Lips. Gah.
"Hell, I waited, didn't I, just like I was fucking suppose to?" Sena started at him not even pretending to understand.
"Waited for what exactly?" He asked after politely rejecting yet another one of Hiruma's kisses. The other boy huffed resting his hands on each side of Sena's waist.
"Fucking White Day, don't you own a calendar?"
Sena stared at him blankly. "You ignored me for a month just to wait for White Day?" He asked unable to wrap his mind around the concept. Hiruma shrugged looking almost uncomfortable. "Hell it ain't like I do stuff like this normally. It seemed like a good idea at the time." He muttered before surprising Sena with another kiss frowning when the younger boy winced in pain.
"Sorry, my, um head." Sena wormed his arm up to rub the tender spot, giving Hiruma a weak smile.
"I am so going to kill the basterd who did that." Hiruma growled and Sena's smile dropped. "Please don't, it was just an accident I swear." Hiruma shrugged before bending down for another kiss.
Two Days Later...
Sena smiled lightly, there was no doubt about it, Hiruma liked him in that way. Yep, in the way that called for italics. 'Why is it that I feel that mom already knew this before I did?' Sena mused, frowning just as someone ran into him. Losing balance he fell and hit his head against a locker thankfully not on the same place as the baseball bruise.
"Are you okay?" Sena looked up just as the other boy's face paled. "Please don't tell Hiruma!" The boy cried sobbing into Sena's shirt dramatically and the brunet sweatdropped. 'Why is it that I have the feeling that I'm going to be expected to live with this?'
