This request was made by xx sHioN, for Yuma and Shuun. I was just reading over the reviews, and this pairing and scenario jumped out at me, and I just had to do it. Thank you so much for reviewing!

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"Hey, Yuma!" Midorikawa called, running after the albino-haired teen. "Fight me!"

This sort of greeting was rather common between the two, so Yuma was used to it. Turning around, Yuma nodded, before pulling out his Trigger. "Let's go to the C-Rank booths."

"No," Shuun shook his head. Yuma halted, and looked at Shuun, confusion in his eyes.

"But I thought you wanted to fight me?"

"In real life."

"Shuun, that's a really bad idea. I'm going to accidentally hurt you." Yuma said, shaking his head. With his trion body against Shuun's real life body, he was definitely going to kill Shuun by accident and get demoted/kicked out of Border.

"I know you have a Trion body, so it won't be fair, but I want to see how strong a real body would be against a Trion one, though," Midorikawa protested, trailing after Yuma as he resumed walking. Abruptly, Yuma halted and spun around, and before the brunette could react, picked him up and flung him into the air.

"Ahh!" Midorikawa yelped as he flew through the air, and shut his eyes tightly, bracing for the painful impact against the floor. Before he could land, though, Yuma jumped up and caught the A-Ranker easily, landing softly on the ground and setting the startled teen on the ground.

"Is that enough?" Yuma asked. In reply, the stubborn teen shook his head. "No! I want to see how long I can last against a fight against you!"

Yuma sighed. Once Shuun set his mind to something, he wouldn't stop until he did it. Which meant that the rest of his day at Border would be spent with Midorikawa tailing him like a little puppy.

"Fine. But just one match, with no weapons, and if you get hurt, tell me to stop immediately." Yuma told Shuun.

"Yes!" the excited A-Ranker jumped into the air. "Thank you, Yuma-senpai!"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Yuma asked, his eyebrows knit in concern as he looked at the panting brunette. In reply, he lifted his head slightly and smiled challengingly.

"I...can still fight!" leaping through the air, Shuun aimed a kick at Yuma, who dodged easily and slapped his leg aside. Shuun landed heavily, wincing slightly, before his leg buckled and he collapsed onto the floor.

"Ow..." he groaned, holding his ankle in pain.

"Shuun!" Yuma raced over and knelt next to him, getting extremely worried.

"I think it got twisted," the teen groaned, and Yuma frowned. "I knew this was a bad idea. I'm sorry-"

"No," Shuun shook his head, "It was my idea. And it was fun while it lasted," he added, grinning, which made Yuma smile and shake his head in exasperation as he scooped up the brunette in his arms, bridal-style.

"I'll take you back to your apartment, and tell the others that you're injured and taking a break, okay?"

"Mmkay," Shuun mumbled, burrowing further into Yuma's arms and settling down for the ride. His apartment was only a couple blocks from the edge of the Forbidden Zone, an easy walking distance, and Yuma carried the injured teen into his apartment about twenty minutes later, putting him on the couch.

"Call me if you need anything," Yuma called over his shoulder, leaving Shuun propped up against the couch with a bag of crisps and a book.

Back at HQ, Yuma went to the Kusakabe team room, and knocked. A moment later, the operator opened the door.

"Hi, may I help you?" the operator asked.

"I just stopped by to tell you that Shuun can't walk, so he'll be taking the day off," Yuma said to the operator, who suddenly turned scarlet and choked on thin air.

"He...can't walk?"

"Yeah," Yuma answered, wondering why the operator had reacted like that. It was just a sprained ankle, after all. "He'll probably be fine after five or six days."

"A-ah..." the operator stammered awkwardly, "Thank you for telling us..." Yuma nodded. "No problem." Turning around, he was about to leave, when the operator called after him,

"U-um, Yuma-san... please go easy on Shuun-kun next time. We need him on the team."

Yuma nodded apologetically. "Sorry, it won't happen again."

"N-no problem..." the operator closed the door and walked back to her teammates.

"Shuun isn't coming today," she told Kusakabe, who was watching the footage of an old Rank Wars match.

"Huh? Why?" the captain asked, turning to look at her. "Is Shuun okay?"

If possible, the operator turned even redder. "Apparently, according to Yuma Kuga, he can't walk."

There was a moment of silence as all the other team members digested this information. Then, Kusakabe jumped back, knocking over his laptop, Ryuji fell off the sofa, Kazuma spat out a mouthful of coffee, and Hayato turned scarlet, and buried her head even deeper into the book she was reading.

"We'll need to have a word with Kuga. Their private life is none of our business, but if it starts affecting their work, then they'll have to do something about it." Kusakabe said reluctantly, after the team had mostly calmed down.

"Isn't Kuga the really OP shrimp from Tamakoma-2? No wonder Shuun-kun can't walk..."

Over the period of the next two days, Yuma grew increasingly confused. First, Midorikawa's team had came up to him and they had a conversation about "being gentler"and to not let their private life affect their public one.

"It was just a practice round, though," Yuma had protested, which, for some reason, made Kusakabe Unit flush, stammer an awkward farewell, and retreat hastily.

About two hours after his conversation with Shuun's team, he'd been approached by Jin, who ruffled his hair affectionately as he always did, offered him rice crackers, and told him to remember to prepare Shuun properly. The last one didn't make sense to Yuma, though. Didn't he already warn Shuun that it was going to be a very one-sided fight? As he walked away, he noticed a group of agents huddled together, occasionally throwing a glance at him from over their shoulders, and wondered why. Listening intently, he caught up bits and pieces of their conversation.

"...only practice..."

"...so open about it..."

"I saw him carrying Midorikawa out of HQ..."

Continuing along, Yuma wondered if Japanese people didn't condone real-life sparring bouts.

When Yoneya saw him the following day, the A-Ranker danced in a couple of circles around him, told him to keep up the good work with Shuun, and bounced cheerfully away before Yuma could ask him what he was talking about. Shortly after his encounter with Yosuke, he'd met Futaba Kuroe, who turned around and walked swiftly away in the opposite direction as soon as she saw Yuma.

"Eesh, everyone at Border is acting so strange..."

When Shuun returned the following week, sufficiently recovered and able to walk without assistance now, he was met with a lot of whispers and head turning as he walked down the hall with Yuma. Naturally, knowing that Yuma still wasn't familiar with Earth culture despite having spent quite a while in Japan already, Shuun instantly suspected Yuma of doing something.

"Yuma, why are people staring at us?"

"I'm not sure. They've been doing that to me for about a week, and everyone's acting really weird around me for some reason."

"That's strange. I wonder why."

However, Shuun did not have to ponder the mystery for too long, when a few minutes later, Tachikawa sauntered up to him and clapped him on the shoulder.

"You can walk now, right?" the attacker asked. Shuun nodded. "I'm still limping slightly, but I'm mostly recovered now." Tachikawa's eyes widened.

"You two are the most open couple about their sex life I have ever met."

Now, after days of various people from Border choking, flushing red, and being embarrassed at the news of Shuun's injury, it all became clear to Yuma why they reacted the way they did. As for Shuun, he proceeded to choke, turn red, and bury his head in Yuma's shoulder in embarrassment.

"WHAT?!"

"What, did you not want Yuma to tell everyone?" Tachikawa asked, amused at his reaction. Shuun started bashing his head against Yuma's shoulder.

"We. Did. Not. Have. Sex." the poor brunette yelled as he continued trying to commit suicide via splitting his head open on Yuma's shoulder. Yuma, instead of being embarrassed, seemed more concerned at Shuun's method of suicide and held the mortified boy's head still.

"You... didn't?" Tachikawa asked, not buying his story. "It's fine to be embarrassed about this kind of stuff, but everyone knows already-"

"We were sparring, Tachikawa-san." Yuma explained, as Shuun groaned and curled into a ball on the floor. "Shuun wanted to see how well he could do against a trion body in real life, and he twisted his ankle in the process."

"So... that was the reason Midorikawa couldn't walk?"

"If you don't believe me, his ankle is still slightly swollen. Also, I never said that we slept together, I just said that he couldn't walk. Japanese people are so weird sometimes..."

Tachikawa paused. "It does make sense, but you do realize you're going to have a hella time convincing people that you guys didn't actually-"

"Please," Shuun groaned, still on the floor, "Don't."

"People probably will think that we're denying that we slept together because Shuun is embarrassed about it, right?" Yuma asked Tachikawa, who nodded. "Sorry, Shuun. I didn't realize Japanese people would read between the lines so much."

"It's fine," Shuun mumbled. "Just do me a favor and leave me in a corner to die of shame, okay?"

"You know I can't do that to you. You're going to get up, walk to your team room and explain to your teammates what really happened, and continue with your daily life." Yuma chastised. Tachikawa smiled and wisely retreated to let the two argue in peace about how Shuun should spend the rest of his life. About five minutes later, Tachikawa saw Yuma carrying a struggling Shuun towards the direction of the Kusakabe team room, and smirked.

Like he had said earlier, they'd have a hell of a time convincing other people that they weren't that intimate together.

Yet, anyways.