AN: I just read the latest chapter to Eyeshield and squealed. Yay, Jyuumonji!

11. Hair

Sena apologized several times when one of his hairy spikes had poked Jyuumonji in the eye; the blond patted his head blindly and told him not to worry about it.

12. Muffler

Jyuumonji was a little speechless when he saw the hand-made muffler that Sena had presented him for his birthday. Sena was a little upset when he never saw again until the blond wrapped it around both their necks when winter came around.

13. Rumor

They maybe lacking a little more than him on intelligence, but Kuroki and Togano could see right through Jyuumonji just as well he could for them. Both of the "brothers" knew exactly who the blond was thinking about for the last few weeks. Neither of them said a word when the blond gazed at the running back and chided the boy for over-exerting himself. They weren't oblivious to the blushing Sena either, eyeing each other with knowing eyes. Suzuna had skated up to their leader to tease to him about it, only to see him yell at her afterwards. They figured that mentioning the runt in front of their leader would make him even more moody, and they didn't like to deal with moody so they usually left him alone.

But curiosity took the two over and eventually they couldn't help themselves. Kuroki was the first to brave the waters. The trio ate at one of their favorite ramen stops when the shaggy haired brunet lazily mentioned something about Sena. He noted the blond's sudden awareness of his words, snapping to attention. Togano eyed the fish-lipped one with caution, but Kuroki decided to venture further on the subject.

"Think that Sena likes someone." Kuroki shrugged his shoulders in Togano's direction, encouraging the shaded one to play along. He got the hint and closed his magazine, raising his voice in response.

"Ho. What else you've heard, Kuroki?"

They bit back their snickers when they saw Jyuumonji's eyes widen from the corners of their eyes. Apparently, they struck a nerve.

"Hmm, who could have it been? I think someone said that it was a guy."

"A guy? What about the cheerleader?"
"Guess she's not really his tastes, y'know?"
"Somebody at our school?"
"Maybe. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't from Deimon."

Kuroki took this time to slurp up some ramen, pausing briefly to read the blond's reaction. Jyuumonji swallowed when he found his voice.

"Who is it?"
"Hmm… I dunno. It was just something that I heard the other day."
"Oh, too bad," Togano added, crossing his legs and slouching in his seat. "It actually sounded kinda interesting."

There was an awkward silence between them before Jyuumonji rocketed from his seat and sharply seized Kuroki's collar, pulling him menacingly close.

"Who the hell is it?!" he whispered piercingly, shaking the other teen in frustration.

Kuroki smirked, and, fighting back his urge to punch the scarred teen in the face, jeered instead,

"Think we're looking at him right now."
"Yeah, looks like him, all right." Togano sneered as he observed Jyuumonji's priceless expression.

Jyuumonji felt like he could crawl in a hole and die when his friends began to ask him when he would confess.

14. Eyeshield

"How did you know it was me underneath this helmet?" Sena gestured to his glossy helmet, one day when Jyuumonji was resting.

The blond ruffled the brunet's hair and replied sternly, "Because you're the only one on the team who's got the balls to change."

15. Devil

It was long after their after class practice as the boys gazed at the starlit sky. They lay on their backs next to each other on the field, still in their equipment sans their helmets, and shared a pleasant silence together. Some time later, Jyuumonji gently asked,

"What do you want from me, Sena?"
"Eh?"
"I mean, what would you want me to do with you?"

Sena propped himself on his elbows to take a better glimpse at the ruffian. The blond had rolled on his stomach with arms folded in front of his face. His face was buried within the arch of his arms, but Sena could still see the blond's ears tinted pink. The smaller teen twiddled with gloved fingers before he spoke.

"You mean… right now?"

He saw Jyuumonji nod after a moment. The brunet flushed as he scooted a little closer to the taller teen.

"Could… um... could we hold hands?"

Instantly, Jyuumonji's hand shot for Sena's. Their fingers intertwined themselves roughly and unevenly melded together. He accidentally yanked the smaller teen's arm a little too hard and Sena clumsily stumbled back on his back from the force. Sena's russet eyes searched for the delinquent's visage, but found his head was still turned away from him.

"Like… like this?" Jyuumonji stuttered lamely.

Sena smiled as he sat up and ushered the blond to rise with him. When he found the blond unresponsive, he gently tugged on the blond's jersey. Jyuumonji finally turned his head to look at Sena, feeling utterly stupid for doing this, but looked at the boy anyways for reassurance. He was blessed by Sena's nervous smile when he allowed Sena to tug him upright; both boys facing each other with their legs crossed in front one another. The running back slowly reached for Jyuumonji's other hand with his free one and gazed into the other boy's eyes.

"Like this." Sena whispered, tenderly bringing their hands to rest between their legs and smiling.

Jyuumonji felt his face burn even more, biting his lower lip with unease. His eyes locked onto Sena's before he boldly remembered his other question.

"Would it be all right if I kissed you now?"

He watched Sena's jumpiness with an amused grin before he inched his lips closer to the other boy's, not waiting for an answer. The running back gawkily squinted his eyes shut and tensed, their hands clenching together tightly. Jyuumonji could feel Sena's breath on his lips and closed his eyes. Their lips were about to meet.

Until a barrage of bright flashes from the darkness caused Jyuumonji to jump and dart his eyes for the direction of the source.

"It couldn't be…" Jyuumonji began his voice tinted with the weight of dread. His fears were confirmed when he saw a pointy eared shadow cackle away in triumph some yards away.

Sena opened his eyes, somehow not fainting from shock.

"Was it-?"
"Who else could have it been?"

They sat dumbly for a moment, their hands still locked together.

"C'mon. Let's go home." Jyuumonji rose, heaving the smaller boy to his feet with ease.
"…Okay."

The blond noted the distress in Sena's voice, and calmly raised the boy to meet his lips again. When he pulled away, leaving the ace stunned, Jyuumonji muttered softly,

"We'll try this again another time, all right?"