disclaimer: i don't own eyeshield 21 :)
title: Electronics (Laptop)
summary: Twelve times he tries, twelve times he fails.
dedication: the sink! for suffering in silence when i accidentally drank sour chocolate milk from my swim bag and rinsed my mouth out in the sink.
notes: gahhh cute shin is cute~ yes, i'm writing more~ but i'll post this later (tomorrow or sometime later since i don't wanna lose my inspiration later and not update for a reeeaaalllly long time) remember kids, don't play with carrot peelers
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"Sena, I am not sure what your fascination with enormous carrot peelers is," Shin commented, speaking more than usual. "but I am not quite sure it is healthy for you."
The boy in question squeaked and turned out, utterly surprised by the appearance of Shin in Deimon's library, in his free period, no less. "Why are you at Deimon?" he asked first, deciding to ignore the part where Shin thought he was carrying around a cooking utensil everywhere.
"Takami is scouting," the stoic boy replied, and wouldn't say more. It didn't bother Sena; he knew that there were bound to be good players here like Monta and Komusubi that other school might take an interest to, and he also knew that none of them would leave Deimon for the world. Shin seemed to read his mind and agree that this was a complete half-assed attempt to do nothing but get a tour of the school. And maybe Takami just wanted to see Hiruma. No one knew, with the two of them.
Sena nodded and turned back to the report he was writing for Japanese. The prompt was 'write about something funny that happened to you'. Honestly, besides Hiruma battering everyone with bullets and Mamori stuffing herself with cream puffs, he couldn't think of much else. And neither of those were particularly funny. Usually he wrote about Pitt, his cat, but even the teacher had gotten tired of grading cat essays and had even expressed her amused annoyance on his last paper.
But what was more unsettling was the leveling gaze that Shin had fixed onto his back. It seemed to be demanding the answer to what he was doing with a giant carrot peeler no less, which Sena didn't know how to answer at all due to the fact he wasn't quite sure where said carrot peeler was, or existed. "I'm writing a paper for Japanese class," he finally sighed out. "But I have writer's block."
"What is it about?" Shin inquired curiously, dark eyes staring intensely at the screen, if it even looked like a screen to him.
Sena threw his hands in the air, frustrated. "That's the problem! I don't know what it's about. What's something funny that's happened to me in the past ten thousand years?"
"Sena, you have not been alive for ten thousand years."
Sena continued to drag his hands down his face, pulling his eyelids down. "No..."
"A man walks into a bar," said Shin, face straight.
"No, stop, Shin, that's not funny."
"'Ouch!' he says," Shin finished.
"Ouch," Sena echoed. "My brain hurts from your joke."
"Was it not funny?"
"No."
"..."
Sena went back to staring at his screen gloomily. If he had to, he could write about the time Shin tried to be funny. But the thing was, it wouldn't be as funny since the teacher didn't know who Shin was. His personality just made everything funnier. "Why don't you try and write something?" he asked Shin, standing up and lifting his laptop over. However, as soon as Shin received the electronic, Sena remembered one thing that made him blanch. "Wait, no, put it down, Shin, please put it down."
Instead, Shin just held the laptop curiously, staring at the bright screen and keyboard. "I do not know why you have given me a carrot peeler."
Sena face-palmed. At least he wasn't breaking it yet. It wasn't like he himself could, with his meager strength, forcibly take the laptop back. "Um yeah, sorry, can you put the carrot peeler down now? Please?"
"And," said Shin.
"And what?"
"And on top of it all..." Shin mused, contemplating all of life's mysteries. "There is a stuffed rhinoceros sitting on the utensil along with a teacup and a squeaky mouse toy."
"Um," Sena interrupted. "You said before if you weren't sure if my fascination with enormous carrot peelers was healthy. Well, I think that you are not entirely healthy right now either. Come along now, I've made a reservation at the Funny Farm, um, I think, maybe...sorry for suggesting that, oops, that was impolite wasn't it, yeah, uh, sorry..." as he rambled on in his typical strong in the beginning and weak at the end way, Shin was already dissecting the electronic for him.
"Here," Shin said, completely self satisfied. "I have thrown the carrot peeler away where it cannot harm you. Here are your toys and your teacup."
Sena held the screen and mouse of his laptop in both hands, both astonished and amused, and also kind of angry - how many times would he have to ask his parents to pay for new electronics? "Thanks?"
"You are welcome." Then Shin bowed and left as fast as he had appeared. "Goodbye Eyeshield 21, Sena, I am looking forward to our next match."
"As am I," Sena said confidently, before staring at his mess of a laptop. "Good thing it was new. It doesn't have any work on it," he sighed. "But pity it was new, because it was new. Maybe I'll just tell my teacher than Shin broke my laptop." He began writing an apology note, but the more he wrote, the longer it was and the more it sounded like a coherent story. "I'll just turn this in. Maybe it'll even make her laugh, since it's not about Pitt."
Seemed like Shin had both ruined him and saved him.
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yes, i'm writing adorable!shin not stoicsilentstern!shin...because shin is funnier when he's adorable like that