AN: I was inspired by five sentences community over at Livejournal and wanted to give it a shot. Granted, this is only going to be done once and will not be repeated for later drabbles/ficlets. Themes/titles are randomly taken from table three.

51. Calling me Home

He knew that their relationship was doomed if the team broke up. Sena would continue running and, try as he might to deny it, he knew the boy would reach a point where he wouldn't need him to protect him, already too high for him to catch up to him. It wouldn't last; his pride wouldn't deal with it. So he treasured every embrace, every kiss, and every smile when they were together.

Because every moment with Sena anchored his heart back to where it belonged.

52. No retreat

His back slammed against the wall, echoing violently in the empty locker room, a meaty fist grabbing his collar desperately, yearning for attention. He noticed the trio following him around the whole week, and he supposed this meeting had only been a matter of time –a sad fact from his gofer days. Sena looked up to his assailant, half expecting two other giants to crowd his escape, and he squeezed his eyes shut when Jyuumonji lunged forward.

"I like you!" the blond barked, his cheeks flushed and eyes burning into the boy, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around the brunet.

The silence seemed eternal until Sena bravely squeaks, "Come again?"

53. In Good Standing

Word was flying around school about his boyfriend's training -and by "training" they meant being banged by their captain alone in the locker room after hours- when Sena returned awkwardly beaten from his private workouts. He had heard the rumors of course and, though he trusted the brunet's loyalty, the words burned in him, taunting him and jeering at him like a sticky scab refusing to heal. It stirred within him for weeks, a gloomy frown forming because of it, and it contorted his face so much that Sena asked him what was wrong, worried that the blond was angry with him.

Jyuumonji finally uttered, lips pouting, arms fiercely locked, and eyes averted, "Am I just a replacement for Hiruma?"

It was the first time he saw Sena roll with laughter.

54. Keeping in Touch

"My feet aren't touching solid ground."

"Don't worry," Sena consoled as he watched Jyuumonji's legs shaking, newly aware of the taller teen's fear of heights, "they said they'll repair the elevator soon."

"Fifty floors and out of the seven elevators in this damn hotel we had to get stuck in this one."

Sena noted the well concealed quiver in the blond's voice and gently squeezed his hand. He smiled when the blond thankfully tighten the bond and from then on they quietly vowed to never use the elevator again.

55. A Matter of Luck

If you are caught in near my part of town, your neighbors will tell you that you should have known better. If you are caught there after dark, they will feel sorry for you and shake their heads and expect you to return with a black eye at least, if not worse. But every night, when time allows, we walk arm in arm in those streets and you always come back home to your bed blissfully unharmed. They say that you've signed your death wish being with me and that your luck will run out one of these days.

I say they're going to need stitches.