Classes went by as if in a slow motion, leaving Sena feeling as if he were the walking dead as he dazedly exited the classroom, jostled and roughly pushed past by fellow students. He cried out and gripped his shoulder, trying to rub the soreness away as it collided with the corner of the doorframe. Timidly looking over his shoulder, he blanched and hurriedly turned to continue on his way but was stopped by a cold hand landing over his hand on his shoulder, gripping firmly and worsening the pain.

"Look at this, the Gopher looks a little tired."

"Not too tired to get us our lunch I hope.." Another 'brother' chirped with mock cheerfulness.

Sena trembled and nodded hurriedly, stuttering out an affirmative before speeding down the hallways with renewed determination, trying to block out the amused laughter that seemed to surround him and suffocate him.

Gasping, the teen found himself suspended in midair.

"Damn pip squeak! Did you forget you were supposed to meet us for practice?" Himura questioned lazily, eyes blazing with underlaid menace. Sharp fangs bared in a hungry grin as he relaxed into his trademark slouch and raised an eyebrow down at him victim.

Sena sweatdropped and held up his hands, smiling,"Nono, I just had to quick get something for my friends and-"

"What friends?" Hiruma rumbled, expression darkening.

"I-I,"Sena stuttered fidgeting and sighing in relief when Hiruma released his hold on his uniform."Friends..from my homeroom."

"Oh, those idiot brothers?"

Sena blinked, once again questioning his sanity at how his teammate knew all this personal information seemingly on everyone they came across. "N-no-"

Hiruma leaned even closer to his face, warm breath puffing gently against Sena's suddenly dry lips. Licking them reflexively, Sena tried to ignore the way Hiruma's eyes followed to movement closely. "You aren't trying to lie to me, are you? Damn pipsqueak!" Yipping in startlement, Sena winced and rubbed his spiky hair where his sempai had brought his fist down.

When he finally gained the courage to try and retort why they even had practice during LUNCH,... he found that Hiruma had disappeared into the throng of students. Sighing partly in relief, partly in exhausted suspicion, Sena decided to leave it alone and go get the bully's lunch.

Sena thanked whatever gods lurked above that they weren't out of bread this time. But he had already been delayed, and now they would probably be agitated. Rubbing agitatedly at his suddenly irratated skin, Sena tugged at the pants encasing his thigh where the sensation seemed to be coming from. The realization made him stumble mid-step. Mentally cursing his carelessness, the teen jerked his hand away and continued on as if nothing had happen, hoping the wounds weren't completely reopened.

All in all, the whole incident took fifteen minutes, and by the time he returned to his homeroom, the brothers had left, and the classroom was empty. Glancing over his shoulder, Sena sighed and walked into the deserted room, sliding the door shut behind him. Sena tossed the now useless bread onto the teacher's desk and sat in his usual desk, propping his chin on an upturned palm to watch outside the window where in the cement courtyard the basketball players had shed their school jackets to play a quick game of basketball to amuse themselves during lunch.

Blinking and squinting, Sena sweatdropped. Kurita stood, shuffling uncertainly at the edge of the courtyard, looking around and smiling happily when Hiruma approached him.

A couple sentences were exchanged, during which Kurita's smile wavered a bit before he nodded his understanding. Hiruma looked seriously pissed as he turned and marched straight back into the school. Sena quickly looked at the door, reassuring himself that it was closed and Hiruma wouldn't find him and beat him into a pulp-

"Damn pipsqueak!" The door shattered and a bullet shell clattered to a stop on the floor. Sena's sempai entered the classroom, carelessly slinging his gun over his shoulder as he frowned at the shorter boy. Behind a growing crowd of shocked and terrified students gathered, whispering and indicating the gun. One of the student board members dashed off in the direction of the office. Hiruma declined to look the least bit concerned and preceeded to drag a poor and timid Sena from the classroom and down two flights of stairs.

'Everyones treats me like a piece of meat..like I dont matter..maybe I dont..' Face shadowed, Sena limply let himself be dragged into the men's locker, only quickly donning his mask when Hiruma dropped him onto the cold tile of the locker room.

His football gear was tossed carelessly in his direction, only saved by Sena's frantic scrambling to gather it all and lay it neatly on a nearby bench.

"Hiruma san please be more careful with the team's gear-"

Hiruma rounded on him, eyes burning with a righteous rage as he towered over the smaller teen."You! You think you can avoid practising! We have a match tomorrow!"

Sena's jaw dropped to the floor, eyes bulging. Himura ignored him in favor of examining his nails,"Stop being so goddamn lazy and get with the program, damn pipsqueak. That sarogant mom of yours can't do everything-"There was a sudden silence, and Sena froze, looking up from where he had been distractedly listening to his friend.

"DAMNIT!" A fist came down in the middle of his head, leaving Sena's head spinning,"Get dressed while we talk!"

"But...Lunch is over in-"

Himura rolled his eyes skyward as if asking for patience,"We get out after lunch today, its Holidays."

"Oh..R-right. I forgot." Sena replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.'White day..great..'

The smaller boy began stripping off his shirt, then paled and bit his bottom lip, flushing and glancing askance at Himura. As if sensing his discomfort, the other boy raised a elegant brow, eyeing him questioningly.

Sena cleared his throat and slid off his shirt with a little more purpose.

"What? Im not helping you change! Damn pipsqueak.."

Sweatdropping, Sena put his hands on his hips,"Im not changing with you watching!"

Stunned silence reigned through the locker room for two minutes straight before a cackling shattered it. The blonde elf had fallen over on his side, laughing for all he was worth. Sena had to grudgingly admit it wasn't such a bad laugh before he shook himself out of it and glared at his sempai, looking offended.

"I-Im going to change in the bathroom stall.."

He hurried into the stall and slid on the football jersey, deciding they probably wouldn't need anything but shoulder pads for today's practice. He then began stripping off his pants, only to hiss as the healed yet still sticky and irratated wound stuck to his pants.

It was silent outside of the stall. Feeling nervous and harried, Sena grit his teeth and yanked down, kicking off the pants. Cue instantaneous panic.

"Shit!" Horrified, Sena watched the clot peel right off with the material, blood beginning to pool before trailing down his leg in sluggish rivelets. Covering his mouth in realization, Sena put the tiolet seat down on the seat behind him and sat, taking a deep breath.

"H-Hiruma san?"

"What is it now?Hurry up, damnit!"

"I..Don't think I can attend practice today." Sena replied, proud at how his voice remained calm.

Hiruma growled from the other side of the stall before jerking at the stall door. "Open up this damn thing, and I'll show you that you ARE attending practice!"

"Fuck off!" Sena growled, letting out a whimper when he realized just what he had said. The rattling immediately stopped, and the shadow of Hiruma on the other side shifted.

"What's going on, damn pipsqueak?"Hiruma's voice was less menacing, and more quiet and strangely normal. It sounded forced, like the other boy wasn't used to caring, didn't like not being in control of the situation.

"Gomen nasai, Hiruma san, I can't ...Im not going to practice today. I'll try and make it up to you tomorrow."

The other's footsteps shuffled again before hesitating, finally Hiruma growled and left, slamming the door violently behind him. Feeling suddenly deflated and exhausted Sena put his hand over his heart and calmed slowly by listening to the slowing beat of his heart.