Disclaimer:
Luna: I don't own Eyeshield 21. Hooray for me. This is a follow up for untold moment inspired by a web comic. :notices Hiruma staring: What?
Hiruma: I think the left one is a little bigger than the right.
Luna: Oo :hits him with the frying pan: Don't stare at my bosom you pervert::hits him again:
Hiruma: It's not like I'm interested in you. Ow! For fuck's sake, stop doing that Kuso Onna::glares:
Luna: Hentai! I'll have you know I take great pride in my chest, don't say it's lopsided!
Hiruma::reading from threat book: You also gloat over the fact that your a cup size bigger than Mamori. Ku ku ku.
Luna: How do you know that!
Hiruma: You talk to yourself. Frequently.
Luna: Says one of the voices in my head.
Sena: Why is that important anyway?
Luna: Because it's the only revenge I can get on a fictional character other than vandalizing pictures... (Note: That's a good idea, watch my deviantart account for something like that...)
Hiruma: That and you probably suffer from some kind of psychosis.
Luna: Oh, you're one to talk.
Sena: Are you really gonna post this?
Luna: Eh, anything for a laugh.
Untold Moment: Blanket
"Here."
"Arigato." Sena gratefully took the blanket Kurita offered. The team was settling down for the night and most were already asleep.
Hiruma had wandered off to be by himself again, and as far as Sena knew he hadn't taken anything with him. The brunette sighed to himself and leaned against Kurita's massive form to leech warmth, he really worried about his team captain sometimes.
Hours later, Sena found himself half awake as he tried to burrow further into the thin blanket around him as the temperature dropped. He was startled into complete awareness when he felt something grab him and pick him up.
"Hi-Hiruma-san?" The blonde man was cradling him in his arms as he carried him over to a different corner of the truck bed.
"Urusei, kuso chibi. You'll wake everyone up."
"Sumimasen." Sena leaned his head on Hiruma's shoulder, eyes closed and perfectly content to go back to sleep now that he knew there was no danger.
Hiruma flopped onto the ground, back leaned against the side, and nestled Sena between his bent legs. Draping the blanket partly over his own shoulders, he held the boy close and wrapped the remainder around Sena.
The brunette sat in a daze still not fully awake, and shifted to look up at the blonde. The other had already fallen asleep. He gently brushed the pads of his fingers against Hiruma's cheek finding that the skin was colder than it should have been.
Smiling at the quarterback's stubbornness he cuddled closer, gladly sharing his body heat. Curling his own arms around the blonde's middle, Sena returned the embrace a faint blush on his cheeks.
'Daisuki.'
Owari
They continued this routine every night during the death march and, oddly enough, no one ever found out...