I own neither Eyeshield 21 nor the song Na Na Na Na Naa by Kaiser Chiefs nor 'Hanah Montana'
Sakuraba paced nervously in front of an impassively weight-lifting Shin. His fingers were restlessly playing with a couple tickets for a popular amusement park that Takami had told him was a popular place for couples on their first date.
Nervous excitement bubbled over, and Sakuraba couldn't help but express his doubts to the other athlete who probably wasn't listening anyway. "I bet he just accepted to be polite. I bet he doesn't even like me."
Shin, never one to listen to self-pity, cut in. "Sakuraba. You have a fanclub. Doesn't that usually indicate that more than one person is interested in your physical appearance and/or personality."
The idol flinched at the blunt force of Shin's words. "But… it's Sena-kun." He emphasized as though that excused his nerves.
"You're late."
"You don't understand, I mean, he's – wait, what?" Sakuraba looked at his friend blankly, not expecting him to ignore his protests. "No I'm not," He pulled out his cell to check the time. "I've got… I'M LATE!" He panicked and rushed to the showers despite him doing nothing more than pacing all though practice.
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Sena hummed along with his music player as he waited for Sakuraba-san. He wasn't as nervous as he thought he'd be after the idol had approached him and asked if he had any plans for this weekend. At least if they weren't interested in each other, they knew each other well enough for the date to be written off as 'hanging out time'.
Sena was a simple person. He'd always prefer hanging out to doing something fantastic on the first date; whether he were dating the girls who've started following him around, or the nationally-renown football ace and model, Sakuraba Haruto. He just hoped Sakuraba-san knew that.
As if summoned by Sena's musings, Sakuraba jogged up in the most 'incognito' clothes he owned, which wasn't saying much, especially since the clothing brand Sakuraba-san now modeled for stipulated in the contract that most of his leisure clothes had to be their brand.
Sena smiled wryly in amusement at all the attention the older Blond was getting by trying to detract attention. He raised a hand in greeting, before turning off and putting away his music player.
"Sorry I'm late! I just got out of practice!" Sakuraba blurted hurriedly, hoping desperately Sena wasn't mad.
"A-ah, I haven't been here long anyway," Sena lied. "Was there anything in particular you wanted to do today, Sakuraba-san?" He asked, ignoring the girls around him swooning upon confirmation of their idol's identity.
Said idol's eyes lit up. "Yeah, I got tickets already, so we just need to catch the train!"
Sena sweated a little, "Tickets where, Sakuraba-san?" He asked with a sinking feeling.
"It's a surprise!" Sakuraba smiled happily.
This would not end well at all.
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Sena stood outside the gates of the amusement park. Surely not…
"Isn't it great, Sena-kun? Takami told me about this place, he said-" He broke off with a blush, "He said it was a great place for a first date."
'For a girl! This is the type of place you take a girl on the first date!' Inner Sena cried. But, Sakuraba-san meant well, and he already had tickets. It wouldn't hurt him to try something new.
"Sounds fun, Sakuraba-san." Sena forced a smile.
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Despite Sena's misgivings, he let Sakuraba drag him to the biggest rollercoaster in the park. Sakuraba was slightly stooped, trying to make himself appear shorter, to avoid drawing attention to himself in the line.
Sena smiled indulgently, he knew his friend was still uncomfortable with his celebrity status. Eventually, they boarded the ride. Around them, a rather large group of girls seemed to have a club outing, or something, because there were girls wherever Sena looked, in front of them, behind them, three seats down from them, everywhere!
Sena repressed a shudder of fear even imagining the girls finding out he was out with their idol.
He really should stop thinking such pessimistic things.
True to Sena's luck, they'd just crested the highest loop, when the ride ground to a halt and Sakuraba lost his hat.
For being stuck upside-down on a roller coaster, the girls had been surprisingly calm. After his date lost his hat, however, Sena could have sworn his eardrums burst from their collective squeal of excitement. The technicians worked quickly to fix the mechanical mishap, but the damage had been done, and Sakuraba-san was swamped after they climbed out of their seats.
Sakuraba tried to fend off his fans, (who were growing increasingly demanding in trying to find out who he was there with), and looked around for his (he blushed, his fangirls cooed) date.
Sena seemed to be having his own problems. Not with fangirls, (though he had those too, but they were of the intensely shy variety). No, Sena was surrounded by what looked like hundreds of children. It made sense they'd admire him, he wasn't very big, but Sena routinely overcame much larger opponents. He was like their champion.
Despite the horrible turn his date had taken, Sakuraba felt his expression soften looking over at his crush, playing and chatting with the kids, effortlessly dividing his attention between each and every one of them.
Like the rest of the day, disaster struck. His fangirls saw Sakuraba smiling tenderly at Sena and put two and two together. They let out a long keen of fangirl anguish, and Sakuraba grabbed Sena and ran.
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After spending what seemed like hours avoiding hoards of fangirls, Sakuraba decided it was safe to try to romance his little running back again. He led them to a small café, tucked cozily just off the main path of the park.
Sakuraba, in an attempt to be suave, ordered for Sena.
Sena, in an attempt to be kind, choked down the hated black coffee.
And just like everything else, it was about to get a whole lot worse. The ever-present waitress kept giving Sena dark looks, and with an internal sigh, Sena tensed in his seat, and prayed it wouldn't be more coffee.
Sena's predictions could easily be as absolute as Yamato's at this point, and true to vindictive fangirl form, Sena found himself with a lapful of iced (thank God!) coffee.
"Ah! I'm soooo sorry~!" The girl smirked.
Hitting the first patch of good luck in what was becoming the longest day of Sena's life, the vindictive waitress' manager happened to catch the aftermath of the girl holding the tray, Sena's soaked pants, and Sakuraba flailing helplessly around them.
After refusing to let the manager scold the mischievous female, Sena did accept the voucher offered by him to go buy a new pair of pants in one of the park's gift shops, seeing as the creamy drink would spoil and completely ruin the garment if he didn't change quickly.
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"Really?" Sena muttered to himself, an eyebrow lifted in irony.
"What is it, Sena-kun?" Sakuraba looked up from his own browsing.
Sena smiled disarmingly. "Nothing Sakuraba-san." 'Except for the fact my size is completely gone unless I want to wear little-girl-princess themed pants.' He lamented internally.
"I'll just try these on." He grabbed the size next after his and marched off to the fitting rooms. The slim running back shuffled around a little, changing clothes, and frowned down at the pants loosely hanging off his hips in dismay.
He sighed deeply. These wouldn't do at all; maybe he missed a size on the racks. He reached over to grab his neatly-folded pants so he wouldn't have to make a fool of himself outside the fitting room.
He reached over to where he set them and came up empty.
"Sakraba-san? Have you seen my pants?"
"… Is that a trick question?"
Sena looked around the small room desperately, and his eyes landed on a small slip of paper he'd knocked to the floor in his scramble to find his pants.
'Dear Sena-sama,
Thank you for your pants.
Love, Love, Love,
Your loyal fangirls.'
Sena dropped his head into his hands.
"Sakuraba-san? Could you grab me a belt?"
"Ummm… I'm not sure you want me to…"
Sena sighed and stepped out of the fitting rooms, the pants low on his waist, and slipping down his hips.
Sakuraba's nose dripped blood.
"What's wrong with the belts?" Sena asked with a sigh.
"Well, I guess it's your choice." Sakuraba held up two belts with one hand, the other occupied with trying to stem the flow of blood.
Sena stared at the 'Hanah Montana' belt and pink glitter, faux-fur belt.
"…No."
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They spent the rest of their first date dodging fangirls and children, until they gave up and left the theme park for the neighborhood park.
Sena sat on the swings, dejectedly, after surreptitiously checking the overly-large pants.
"I'm sorry."
Sena looked up, startled. "For what, Sakuraba-san?"
"It was a pretty miserable first date, wasn't it." Sakuraba smiled, self-deprecatingly.
"Oh, Sakuraba-san." Sena smiled affectionately and stood up. "I'm a simple person; elaborate dates don't move me, they don't get me going at all." He tugged lightly on Sakuraba's tee-shirt to pull him down, and placed a chaste kiss on the taller boy's cheek.
"It does not shift me. It's not the kind of thing that I like. But I do like Sakuraba-san."
Sakuraba looked dazed. "Even though I failed so spectacularly today."
Sena let go of the receiver's shirt and hugged him. "Even though."
A/N: I broke my own word limit... :'( Thanks to Mithras151 of beta'ing and pretty much holding my hand through it.
