disclaimer: i don't own eyeshield 21
title: Electronics (Smartphone)
summary: Twelve times he tried, twelve times he failed.
dedication: kurokocchi!
notes: bleepybloopy bahdeboo really, I don't know...writing this in history class haha
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"All of my teammates carry potato peelers," Shin said while they were jogging. "You seem to be fond of the same phenomenon so I thought I would ask you."
"Hum," replied Sena, working on keeping his breath and pace steady. This was usually the part where he started to feel out of breath, so he was waiting for the lung-gripping feeling to hit him. Shin looked fine as ever - talking while running was no easy feat after all. They were just passing Oujou, when Shin stuck out a finger and pointed, choosing not to talk if he could avoid it. Sena looked, avoiding thinking about the painful tightening of his lungs. "Yes, that seems to be Sakuraba," he commented.
"Yes," Shin agreed. Then his finger shot out yet again.
"Hiiii!" Sena squeaked in frightened surprise. Every time Shin's arm moved so abruptly, he thought a Trident Tackle was coming for him. "Ah, yes, Shin, it's still Sakuraba." Shin shook his head in frustration.
"What he is holding," Shin finally explained. They were almost past Oujou's field now. Sena cast a backwards glance at Sakuraba's hands.
"It's a football...and...oh! His phone," exclaimed the shorter boy.
"Potato peeler."
"Um, Shin, I think that might be a phone. Like what you use to call people?"
"No." Shin frowned. "If he continues to hold that possibly sharp object, he may hurt himself."
Sena didn't know whether to be disappointed that he wasn't the only one Shin was worried about or to worry about Shin's mental health.
But at least he'd figured out why his was a mere carrot peeler. His parents never bothered to let him get a smart phone, preferring for him to own a less expensive but extremely old and slow flip phone. An upgrade from a flip phone to a smartphone must be the same upgrade from carrot peeler to potato peeler in Shin's strange mind. It was okay, though. He only had a few contacts, including Mamori and Kurita, his first two contacts outside of home. He didn't necessarily need a smartphone. And he like carrots more than potatoes anyway.
"Shin, don't worry about it. I don't think that a vegetable peeler would hurt anyone. I mean, it's not like it's a vegetable peeler or anything, but I suppose you could see it that way..." Sena rambled, trailing off towards the end.
Shin nodded and a corner of his lips curved up as if in thanks. By the time Sena had recovered from the unexpected smile, Shin was already rounding the corner, most likely wondering why Sena was not by his side.
This time, instead of feeling a lack of air's vice-grip on his lungs and heart, Sena felt a different kind of heart wrenching emotion.
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hurr