FASH: Second last chapter! Yay! Celebration time!... So anyways...
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Takami let out a long, piteous sigh as he threw the ball to Sakuraba, from the corner of his eyes he could make out Shin doing the ladder drill, even though he should have stopped doing it and started his laps about fifteen minutes ago.
Something was distracting Shin, and that was not good, they had a game coming up in two days and if Shin was distracted by his thoughts during the match, well, the rate of success went down about thirty four percent.
'I guess I'm going to have to ask for a favor from him.' Takami thought, letting out another sigh, vaguely wondering what had happened on Shin's jog yesterday to make the other boy so, unalert.
Meanwhile, still in the process of doing the ladder drill, Shin's mind was lost in the events of yesterday, he'd been running a bit late that day, since Takami had wanted to talk with him a bit after school, and so when he rounded the ben expecting to find Sena waiting in the shade with a small smile on his face, instead he saw Sena being held by a tall, lanky boy and punched by a shorter, more muscular one. He reacted in a split second, sprinting up to the shorter boy and pulling him away from Sena by grabbing his collar. He was about to give the kid a taste of his own medicine when he heard Sena gasp in pain, so he threw away the trash, so to speak, and cautiously walked to where Sena was kneeling, gently cupping his face in his hands.
'If I had run faster, I would have been able to stop this before it started.' He thought guiltily as he looked at Sena's split lip and his red cheek. "You're bleeding." Was all he found he was capable of saying, his eyebrows drawing together when Sena smiled at him.
'Knight in shining armor? Is Sena referring to himself as a damsel in distress?' Sena's word play confused him somewhat, but he got the gist of it and escorted Sena home, telling Sena the proper procedure that would take care of his wounds as he kept his eyes on Sena the whole time. It wasn't until they had reached the gate of Sena's house that Shin remembered a rather unorthodox way of healing wounds, he'd never tried to before, and he was sure Takami was just 'pulling his leg', so to speak, when he was telling him this, but it never hurt to try.
So he once again had taken Sena's face in his hands and had gently, so as not to hurt him anymore than he had been, pressed his lips to Sena's cheek, then to the side of Sena's lip, becoming increasingly aware of how tense Sena had become, and when he pulled back and saw just how red Sena's face had gone, he wondered his Sena was embarrassed or angry. He really hoped it wasn't anger.
"Sh-Shi-Shin-san? Why?" Sena asked with wide eyes, one hand on the cheek that had just been kissed.
"Takami said that if you kiss things better, they heal faster." Sena went a bit redder, but bowed and thanked him for his help all the same.
'Perhaps I should not have done that?' Shin paused, eyebrows crinkling together. 'But Sena didn't say I shouldn't have done it...'
Takami threw a look to his side and rubbed at his temples. 'And now Shin stops training all together, I guess I really am going to need to ask him a favor.'
And so, not even an hour later Takami walked across the Deimon field, going straight for Hiruma and ignoring all the curious glances cast his way. 'This had better be worth lying to the coach to get out of practice early.' He thought as he stopped in front if Hiruma, coughing a bit so that the shorter quarterback would pull his eyes away from his laptop.
"Hiruma-kun, I need to ask you a favor." Hiruma rose an eyebrow, but he closed his laptop and gestured towards the clubhouse, leaving the entire team to wonder what the hell was going on.
"You need a favor eh? You know it'll cost you." Hiruma said with a grin as he closed the clubhouse door, Takami shrugged. "I refuse to be your slave if that's what you mean, besides, chances are that if Shin's so distracted that he doesn't even concentrate on training, your secretary is probably in the same boat." Hiruma stiffened a bit before sliding to Takami's side, staring at him from the corner of his eye.
"The fuckin' shrimp got pretty beat up yesterday, he won't even spill to the funkin' manager who did it." "I guess that would explain why Shin's acting the way he is, he probably thinks it's his fault." Takami took off his glasses, holding them up to check for any dirt before putting them back on. "Still, I thought that once they spent the night together, they'd be set." "Yeah, the fuckin' shrimp is probably in denial about his feelings." "Which brings me to my favor..."
Monta starred as Takami exited the clubhouse, leaning over to Sena and asking. "Why would Hiruma-san give a favor to someone from another team?" But apparently he had spoken a bit too loud because Hiruma's ears tiwtched and he turned to face them with a manacle grin on his face.
"Didn't you know? He's my fucking boyfriend!"
FASH: HA! I just had to do that! Seriously, doesn't it all make sense now, Takami and Hiruma were conspiring to get them together all along! Because they rock! Quarterback Love!
