Chapter title has nothing to do with this chapter 8D (means: Author: A sloth!)

-September 20th- ~Hiruma~

It was when Hiruma called everyone into what might be called a huddle that he noticed a limp in the damn shrimp's gait. Apparently Hiruma'd been to preoccupied with trying as hard as he could to keep the fucking scarred brother out of the shrimp's practice group to notice during practice. The blonde's mind listed off some of it's few favorite four-letter words before, 'Ch' damn fucking shrimp. How the hell did he do that?' The blond finished what he was saying and waved his other players away, grabbing Sena's wrist tightly and not letting him move forward.

"E-eh? Yes, Hi-Hiruma-san? What do you want?" Hiruma peered at the brunet before picking him up and carrying him to the clubhouse. "H-hehn? Hiruma-san! Why are you- P-put me down! B-boys don't like to be carried!" The running back squirmed a little, but to no avail. Everyone cleared the room when Hiruma shot them all a look as he set the boy down on a bench. As the scarred "brother" walked by, he looked down at Hiruma through slitted eyes, to which Hiruma gave a smirk and picked open the ties on Sena's pants. Juumonji snapped his gaze away and left.

"Eh, um, Hiruma-san. M-my pants... wh-why-?" The blond peeled the tight white pants off of his player, and the brunet gasped. "Ouch! Hiruma-san, what are you-"

"What the hell is this?" He motioned the poorly bandaged knee and the cut it covered- which was bleeding again, due to the scab being scraped off with the pants.

"Oh, well. I fell, you know?" Hiruma's eyes flicked up to the chocolate eyes and narrowed.
"And you didn't tell anyone." The shrimp's eyes widened and he pulled away a little. "And you still ran on an injury like this?" Delicate brown eyebrows drew upwards and a pale pink mouth frowned.
"I'm sorry Hiruma-san. I didn't want anyone to worry, and you said that I had to practice, so..." His eyes moved downwards. "I'm sorry..."

"Tch, well stay here, fucking runt." Hiruma stood up.

"A-ano, can I put some pants on?" The captain slid his eyes up and down the player and smirked.

"No, I have to fix your fucking bandages." The shrimp flushed and the lean captain left to get the first aid kit.
'Damn runt- I knew you were stupid, but fuck-' There was a yelp from the other room.

"Oh! Juumonji! you surprised me! A-ah, did you forget something? Oh! th-that's not necessary." The quarterback grimaced and snatched the kit, going (rushing, actually, but he'd never admit that even to himself) back to his running back. He found Juumonji kneeling in front of the brunette, peering closely- 'too fucking close'- at the long, bloody cut on Sena's leg.
"Ch'. Fucking scar, I've got it- no need to worry your little fucking head over it." Being less than gentle as he pushed the other blond out of his way, Hiruma opened the kit and grabbed what he needed it before slamming the top back down. 'Why the hell is the stupid lineman still fucking here?'
"H-Hiruma-san, really- I can do it. I was going to when I got home, honest." The boy was a lovely shade of crimson as he squirmed under Hiruma's skilled hands.
"You heard him, Hiruma-san leave him alone." Hiruma could have shot the fucking brother right there- he would have if the stupid brat weren't there.
"J-Juumonji! Be nice! Hiruma-san's only trying to help."
'What the hell? The fucking brother's just Juumonji- what's with this Hiruma-san shit?'
"Shut up, fucking shrimp." Hiruma glared at the wound, winding the bandage even tighter around the thin, toned leg.
"A-ahnn! Hiruma-san, it hurts! Too tight!" Blue eyes flicker upwards to look at the shrimp's pained face and Hiruma loosened his death grip on the wrap. The blond could feel the lineman smirk at him; he growled.
"What are you doing here, fucking brother?" Hiruma tied off the bandage with skilled hands and looked sharply at the other blond.
"I forgot my bag." A thumb was jerked to the black, worn out bag next to him.
"Well you fucking have it now, don't you?" Hiruma narrowed his eyes even more and the brunet next to him squirmed.
"Hiruma-san..." It was a timid voice, but for some reason Hiruma closed his mouth and clenched his jaw.
'Damn shrimp.'
"Juumonji, I-um- think that Hiruma-san wanted to talk to me." Brown eyes flicked to the left slightly and Hiruma was glad the fucking brother couldn't read the sign like he could- it was obvious the brunet was lying.
"Talk." The lineman rested his chin in the palm of his hand and grinned smugly.
"He fucking means-"
"I mean alone." The blushing brunet interjected, clenching his hands at his knees.

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