FASH: Hello dearest readers, what's up? I should be doing homework, or studying for mid terms or something, but if I stop writing my little sister will murder me...

Sena spun around and looked up, and then up some more into the eyes of the White Knights quarterback.

"Earlier, when Shin tried to tackle you, you dodged." Takami stated and Sena's eyes widened and fear took over him. 'Oh no! What if they find out! Hiruma-san will kill me!' "I-I think Shin-san wasn't coming at me with his full speed, that's all. Besides, I'm part of the track team at school, so I'm pretty good at running." Sena was kind of surprised at how smoothly the lie rolled off his tongue, but it seemed to do the trick because Takami nodded, although he did look a bit doubtful, and left the issue alone.

It was then that Sena realized that everyone else was still staring at him and he quickly scampered off the field over to where the manager was reprimanding Shin. He arrived just before Shin went running towards the field, and the manager, with a strange blush spread over her cheeks, asked Sena if he wanted to be escorted back to Deimon. Sena agreed, more than happy to walk and talk with the girl he dubbed his Shin-Shield.

But he later learned that her name was Wakana, and decided that that suited her much better. He made it back to Deimon with five minutes to spare and bowed to Wakana, politely thanking her for her help. She just laughed and ruffled his hair, saying if he ever had anymore Shin problems, he could just come to her.

'Girls are so nice to pathetic kids like me.' Sena thought gloomily as he made his way home, feeling only slightly ashamed that he had practically cried, even though he was faking it, to a stranger just so that Shin wouldn't tackle him. 'But I guess pathetic kids like me do things like that.'

The next morning Sena dragged himself out of bed, not nearly as cheery as he was the day before, he hadn't done any homework last night because he'd gone straight to bed, and his English teacher would not be happy at all.

He shuffled his feet as he walked to school, he could practically feel the dark clouds looming over him as he walked up the stairs and opened his locker only to be bombarded by a wave of folded up notes.

He carefully picked one up and opened it, his eyebrows scrunched together. 'Your stance while holding the ball is amateurish, but conventional.' He picked up another. 'You eyes remind my of footballs.' Sena found his mouth go dry. Someone knew he was Eyeshield 21, and they were sending him strange notes. 'Well, I guess I can't help it if people finally realize that there are very few people my height at this school.' He thought as he carefully picked up every note, only to discard them all in his classroom recycling bin.

And after school the day got even stranger, he walked home practically unaware of his surroundings while thinking of what Hiruma would do if he found out someone knew Sena was Eyeshield 21, but then as he opened the gate to his house he saw his mother, standing on the lawn with her eyes glazed over.

"Is everything alright mom?" Sena asked and Mrs. Kobayakawa nodded slowly, walking back inside in a daze and Sena shrugged his shoulders, trudging up to his room, his jaw falling open at the sight of it.

There were flowers, everywhere. Had someone gone into his house without notifying his parents, and decided to just strew flowers, some of them still with roots attached all over.

'Wait a minute.' Sena approached his bedroom window, peering out into the street below. "Uh-oh."

A lot of these flowers had come from the gardens of his neighbors, and they would not be happy if they ever found out where their beautiful blooms went.

'I think someone is out to get me.' Sena made his way over to the bed, carefully examining the flowers on his bed. 'These ones look like they're store bought.' He carefully looked at them, there were three colours of the same type of flower: pink, blue and white. Sena squinted his eyes at the pink one he was holding. 'I think these are called... Camellias.' Sena smiled a bit, setting the bloom down gently and making his way over to his desk, clearing it off with a swipe of his hand over the flowery surface.

'I'm gonna have to clean these away before they start decomposing. But I'll do that after my homework.' Sena dug into his backpack and took out his English text book, sending a glance over to his shoulder to the flowers littered over his bed. 'I'll get a vase for those ones... But I wonder what they mean... Maybe if I have time tomorrow I'll go to a flower shop and ask one of the workers, they'd know something like that, I hope.'

The next day Sena trudged through school, it had taken him longer to clean up the flower than he thought, and after he'd disposed of them all, in secret so that the neighborhood ladies didn't murder him, he'd had to go and pick up all the leftover petals by hand because sweeping didn't work. And then this morning he'd gotten a call from Mamori, who was sick and sounded awful, asking if he'd be able to pick up her homework and bring it to her after school since there was no practice tonight anyways. Sena had said yes and had hung up after the usual 'get well soon's, a small smile on his face despite the fact he was concerned about his friend.

Mamori lived two minutes away from a flower shop, so after school he could just go drop off her homework and then make his way over there and casually ask what Camellias mean in the language of flowers.

'Maybe once I find out what they mean, whoever did that will become more obvious.' Sena thought optimistically, knowing the meaning probably wouldn't help with anything but, well, this was the first time anyone had given him flowers, was it so wrong to want to know what they meant?