Author's Notes: Sorry, if I haven't updated in while. Yay! Finally chapter 7 is finished! This is probably the longest update. Anyways, thank you very much everyone for reading Sukkitte ii Na yo! I promise to do my best in writing and finishing this fanfic. Ugh. It almost killed me to finish this chapter, I'm such fail.
Disclaimer: I don't own es21!
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"No means no! I won't allow you to bully Sena any further!" Mamori stood in front of Sena.
Everything was fine for Sena that day, until she went to school that is. It all started when she was grudgingly going to the clubhouse that morning. Tired from doing homework and working in the cafe wasn't really helping her. Since Hiruma did send her a message the night before, that she will attend practice the next day if not... Well, it was going to be hell for her if she didn't follow him. But that wasn't the main problem at the moment. As she was about to change into eyeshield 21, her nee-chan came barging in, then dragged Sena by the wrist. She insisted that a fragile and gentle girl such as her was not fit in that kind of barbaric sport. This of course was not true, the brunette loved American football! Even though the fact that she was the hero eyeshield 21 was a big secret. She tried her luck by reasoning out to Mamori that she was just the team secretary but the older girl refused to listen.
Luckily, Hiruma along with Kurita was there."What the heck, do you want?" The blond sneered, a gun in one hand. While Kurita just threw the two of them an uneasy look.
"Sena's leaving this club!"The taller of the two girls indignantly said. She glared at Hiruma continuing that the way he ran things were wrong. The demon captain of the amefuto club just raised an eyebrow at this. As if she could take him down, with his intelligence network, there was no way she could convince the principal to demolish their club. He reached for his devil handbook until Mamori spoke.
"If you won't allow her to leave, then I'll have you disqualified." She looked at him straight in the eye.
He stopped midway in reaching for it. Her, get them disqualified? That was not likely to happen, not even in a million years. With the principal and faculty as his underlings, there was no way a girl like her could do that. But, she did have a point, there's no meaning in having a player who doesn't even like amefuto.
Sena stared at the two wide-eyed. What? Mamori-neechan was going to bring her to another club?
But, she kind of liked it there. It was the first time she felt needed because of something that she can do. Her speed was an importance to them. She didn't want to worry Mamori, but, she really wanted to tell her how much she loved amefuto. Even if Hiruma was like that, she still enjoyed being there. It was just one match, but, to her it was something big. She made them win! It was one of her biggest accomplishments, even if she was petite and weak; she wanted to play alongside with people aiming to win.
With every single bit of her courage, she decided, she would stay there."Mamori-nee, I know that you're worrying for my sake, but, I want to stay here!" She maintained eye contact with the other girl.
"Plus, I'm just the team secretary, and Hiruma-san isn't forcing me to do it, I volunteered for it."She continued as she gave a reassuring smile. The older girl looked at Sena in disbelief. It wasn't often that she said no to her. She respected Sena's wishes but, she still couldn't help but worry. If only there was something that she could do for her.
Hiruma grinned maniacally at this; the fucking shrimp did want to stay, so there was nothing wrong right? "Well, that shrimp over there may have a hard time doing both the managerial and secretarial duties, so it's no wonder she's always kind of tired."He hinted.
"I'll do it! Its fine if the manager's a girl right? No one else is aiming for the position right?" She bombarded them with questions.
"Yay! Then we already have a manager!" Kurita cheered as he accepted Mamori as the manager.
"Kekeke! Great, now we have more people to work for us for free!" Hiruma smirked as he went somewhere muttering about blackmailing a certain person.
Sena shuddered at this; Hiruma-san was clearly a person to be feared. But, at the same time, she was thankful that Mamori was with her and she didn't need to change clubs anymore. But, hiding her identity as eyeshield 21 was going to become quite a hassle. If Mamori were to find out about it, she would surely tell her mom and would probably be forced to leave. She really needed to work on her making her voice lower.
Kurita waved them goodbye as he went off to practice some more. Mamori smiled at Sena and told her that they should begin by cleaning up the clubhouse. After all, she wouldn't want her dear imouto to catch a cold just because of how dirty the things were. She nodded in response as she was gently dragged by Mamori inside. They arranged the protective gears and boxes lying around randomly into their proper shelves. Sena, being shorter and weaker, couldn't really handle some of the boxes, so she just left it for the taller girl to do. She proceeded to sweeping the floor and wiping it until she was sure that it was as tidy as it could be.
"Sena, we're almost done, why don't you take a rest?" Mamori rolled up her sleeves. Sena instinctively let out a sigh upon hearing this. She was already tired, resting would be a great help. She still had her part-time job later on, which meant that she had less time for doing her homework. Oh great.
Mamori let out a sigh as she noticed how worn-out Sena was. She was tired too, but maybe that would make her feel better? After all, they've been cleaning for the past hour and a half."Sena, would you like some cake and cream puffs?" She put down the box of cleats and took out two small pink boxes decorated with small bunnies. Sena whipped her head to look, cake? "Mm!" She beamed. If there was one thing Sena couldn't resist; it was sweets.
"Hey, are those cream puffs?" Kurita entered, amazed at how different it was from before. The two girls nodded, handing him a fork and a plate.
"Sena, do you want to drink tea?" She gave the younger girl a cup.
"Sure!"Sena took another bite of the chocolate cake.
As Mamori was about to pour it, Hiruma suddenly went inside kicking the table aside. Sena just stared at the cakes on the floor. She pouted, she liked those cakes. And was it even normal to enter that way?
"Hiruma-kun!" Mamori glared.
Hiruma just rolled his eyes."We're going to discuss strategies now; it was in the way, fucking manager." He stated.
That was the last straw! Mamori was definitely pissed."That's it! I'm taking Sena out of this club, being with people like you pollute her brain!" She pointed accusingly at him. Kurita looked at them in worry; the scene was kind of getting familiar.
"Ma-Mamori-neechan" Sena said weakly.
"One condition; if you answer my three questions properly then I promise to not talk like this anymore, fucking manager And you need to follow whatever I say." He popped his gum.
"Fine, if I win, we leave this club and you won't bully her anymore."She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
'This is going to be bad.' Sena inwardly cringed.
"Ne, Sena-chan, do you know the basic rules of American football?" Kurita asked her in an attempt to ignore the two's bickering.
"Mm, I think so, well, just some, Haru-nii, Ichirou-niichan and Shin-aniki would occasionally teach me." She pursed her lips. Honestly, what was with Hiruma asking Mamori for the exact decimal of the yards? Even if she tried her best in ignoring the two of them argue, she could still figure out what they were saying.
Kurita did a double take. Shin-aniki? Did she mean Shin from Oujou white knights? And by Ichirou and Haru, did she mean Takami Ichirou and Sakuraba Haruto? He gulped. So she was actually acquainted with people from Oujou. But, if that was the case then, why did she have go to Deimon?
Oujou was a better school, parents would rather have their child there than some public school like theirs. So, why?
"Sena-chan are---" He began but was abruptly cut off by Hiruma's storming off.
"Che, Fucking shrimp, just so you know, we're up against Oujou for the next match." He gave her a look that said "don't even think about losing" and grinned then slammed the door shut.
"Hiruma-kun, the third question!" Mamori tried to chase for Hiruma.
"Ah."So they were up against Oujou next, huh? Wait, what? Oujou gakuen? Then, that means, she would have to go against her brothers? Crap, not good. They didn't know that she was eyeshield 21, so it would be fine right? Oh wait, they do know she's in the amefuto club, and wouldn't be cheering for them.
Sena was in deep trouble.
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"And then, the protagonist said this really cool line and with that, the Shadow was defeated. But of course, if it weren't for my levelling up the party, we wouldn't have defeated the shadow boss!" Sena finished as she took her chopsticks.
After school and practice, Sena received a message from Nao, saying that she didn't need to go to work that day. Something which made the brunette happy, at least, she was able to hang out with her "big brothers". They met up at their usual spot and they went to this noodle restaurant. It was small, but they had the best soba there! And the Sakuraba fan girls wouldn't be there, since it was slightly hidden from the public. The owner was a nice person too, on some days he would make Sena's order for free. Even Shin-aniki who rarely ate food that weren't in his proper nutrition content, liked it there!
"Sena, why do you have to cheer for Deimon tomorrow?" Takami slumped in his seat as he poked his ramen.
Sena, who was about to eat, stopped midway when he asked that, she tensed up, not knowing what to say. "Haha, um, it can't be helped; I am a student from Deimon after all." She sheepishly scratched the back of her head.
"It still doesn't explain why you joined the amefuto club." Sakuraba gave her a look in concern.
"Um, I'm just the team secretary, so I don't think that it's dangerous."
"But, there's Hiruma!" Takami cried shaking her back and forth."What if that devil threatens you?" He hugged her too tightly, making Sena cry out desperately for air. "Ga--Ca---Brea--" She threw a "help me!" look at Sakuraba and Shin's direction."Or worse, what if he does something to you?"He hugged her even tighter. "Nii-chan will not allow this!"
"Takami-senpai, you're crushing Sena aga---"Before Sakuraba could even finish, Shin hit the quarterback's head with the side of his fist.
"Shin?" Sakuraba gave him an incredulous look. What the--? Did Shin just knock senpai unconscious?
"Sorry, my hand moved on its own." He stated in his usual tone.
"That's not the point! What if he never wakes up? Wait, you even hit Sena!"
"Oh, I did? But, rest assured, an attack of that level is not enough to send a person into a comatose. He will be awake in a bit." He began eating.
The blond could not believe what just occured. Why did Shin knock Takami-senpai anyway? Sure, he was getting kind of loud, but still! And to even include Sena, what was he thinking?
"Shin, why did you hit senpai?" He sighed. Shin was starting to get out of hand.
"I...do not know as well... But... I disliked it when I saw Sena being smothered." He answered honestly.
That was something unexpected. Well, at least it proves Shin wasn't really as one-track minded as everyone though right?
"U--waahh-- My head hurts, it feels like someone just---"Sena, the first to regain consciousness, wobbled holding a certain spot in her head. Her face, slightly flushed and her lips in a small frown.
"Shin just knocked the lights out of you and Takami-senpai." He explained, trying to comfort Sena by rubbing her back.
"He--He did? Why?"
"It was be---" Shin reached out to tackle him. But he was quick to notice, he stood from his seat and stepped to the side, dragging Sena along of course "Shin? Again? What the heck?" He stared at him wide-eyed.
"Hiiii!" Sena forgot all about the throbbing pain on her head and was now focused on the Shin who suddenly almost tackled them.
"It seems that my hand moves on its own." Shin stared at his palm. "I should resume my training."
Shin paid for his unfinished ramen and bid them goodbye as he jogged out. The two just continued staring for a while then exchanged uneasy glances and proceeded to wake Takami-senpai up.
"Er, Senpai?" He shook Takami's shoulders lightly.
"Ichirou-niichan?" She copied Sakuraba's movement. But it didn't work. The owner just rubbed his temples and told them to not worry."That kid sure used a lot of force, but he'll be up in a bit. So eat your food before it gets cold."
They trusted his words and did as what they were told to do.
"Haru-niichan, um, are you guys angry?" Sena asked as she just stared at her soba.
"Eh?" He was surprised. Why would they get angry?"Why would we Sena? Have you done anything wrong?"
"No, um, I mean, it's just that you guys seem so worked up over the fact I joined the amefuto club." She sighed. "And I may seem to have caused you some trouble."
"Sena, we're just worried. American football is a really rough sport, even I find myself scared sometimes."
"But, I'm just the team secretary!"
"As your nii-chan, I don't really want to expose you to violence. I'm sure those two feel the same." Sakuraba smiled warmly.
"But, of course, if this is your choice, then we have no choice but to respect it. However, if things get out of hand, we will not hesitate to interfere." He continued.
"Haru-niichan.... thanks! I really really love you!" Sena hugged him. The blond blushed furiously at this act. Okay, Sena was still innocent so her "I love you!" probably wasn't meant in a romantic way. But he still couldn't help but blush and his heart was starting to beat quickly. Sena's chest against his. His heartbeat, it was fast and somewhat irregular. Crap, his cheeks were already red. But he still couldn't bring his self to push her away. So he settled for hugging her back to.
She smelt like cream puffs and cake. Her hair had a nice scent of strawberry too; he closed his eyes, embracing her even tighter. Until he heard a cough.
"Um, er, are you guys finished?" Takami, who was supposed to be unconscious, was suddenly giving him a look that said "stop hugging her! Or else---". He quickly withdrew his hands and Sena did the same. "Are you okay, Ichirou-niichan?"
"I'm fine, but, for Shin to actually do that is quite baffling." He adjusted his glasses.
"Mm, Shin-aniki even tried to tackle us!"
"Tackle?"
"Yeah, when I was comforting Sena who's head he just hit."
Takami put two and two together. Shin hit him when he hugged Sena and tackled Sakuraba when he was comforting Sena. Which means...? Shin likes Sena in that way? Or he probably hasn't realized it yet and is acting according to what his instincts tell him...
Crap, he had more competition.
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"Are you sure you don't need us to walk you home?"
"Yeah, I'll be there with three more minute of walking, plus it's really late. You guys shouldn't stray off your usual path, just to walk me home." She smiled reassuringly.
"Bu--But!"Takami wouldn't take no for an answer.
"I'll be fine, plus, I have a cell phone, I'll call you when I feel scared or if I feel like someone's watching me."
"Are you really sure? We don't mind walking you home though! It's unsafe for girls to be alone at night." Sakuraba frowned.
"Please Sena? Think of it as doing a favour for us. What if something happens to you?"Takami placed a hand on her shoulder. The brunette contemplated. She didn't want to be a bother to them, but, if they do insist then it wouldn't be a problem right?
"O-Okay." She replied. Sakuraba grinned at her answer, but at the same time he felt relieved. There were just too many cases of his dear little sister being stalked. And as her big brother, it was his responsibility to ensure that nothing like that would ever happen.
"Ah, Sena, which reminds me of which, do you know who this Eyeshield 21 is?" The tall quarterback asked as he began walking. She stiffened at the question. Did he know? That she was eyeshield 21? But if she remembers correctly, Shin broke the camera even before she could play.
"Eh, ah, we--well, he's a really cool and fast guy!" She shifted uncomfortably.
Takami just raised an eyebrow at this. Cool and fast? Why was Sena suddenly all tense? Did that eyeshield person have anything to do with her?
"Do you know who he is?" Sakuraba asked.
"Eh, no! Actually, Hiruma-san said that he-- I mean, his identity is a top secret." She looked away. Damn, she was getting even more and more suspicious. "Oh." Takami decided to drop the topic for the mean time.
"Ah, look we're here!" The blond pointed forward."But, wait, there's someone in front of your gate."
Sena, quite alarmed by the someone, looked up and did see a person, suspiciously walking around her house. Wait, it wasn't anyone she knew. And the lights were open inside, so if it was a visitor then her parents would've let him or her inside already. But instead he was just there, waiting, staring at something. An envelope in his hand to be precise.
"Um, is there anything you need?" She asked, despite being quite far from the person which she was able to identify as man. He was dressed heavily, even though it was kind of hot that day. Startled by her question, the man suddenly dashed off, not realizing that he left his envelope behind.
"What was that about?"Sakuraba wondered, an expression of pure concern written all over his face. Takami shrugged at this, but he still picked up the left item and opened it.
"Ah, senpai, what is tha--- "The blonds' eyes widened. Takami had his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. While Sena was too shocked to register any expression. The envelope contained pictures. And it all had her in it! Most of it had her changing clothes and sleeping. Takami and Sakuraba stared at it with their nose bleeding then she abruptly snatched it away and threw it to the nearest trash can.
"Wh--Who would take those pictures?" She shuddered. Crap, was it another stalker. Crap crap crap cra---, she should really stop saying that.
"Sena, could this mean... You're being stalked again?" Sakuraba wiped off the blood from his face.
Again? A stalker didn't mean anything good for Sena. Since the day, she knew that she was actually a girl, the rate of older men who hit on her raised gradually. Such Lolicons. And when she entered the second year of her middle school, she even had stalkers! They would follow her anywhere and everywhere. They even took some of her stuff! But the worst was that person, he...
He...
"I think that guy might've been stalking you. It's better if we start walking you home every day."Takami was alarmed. This was not good; Sena might be in danger... again.
Sakuraba, of course, readily agreed to this. After all, this wasn't the first time that she was stalked. The young brunette didn't want to burden anyone anymore further, but she decided that even though if that was the case, she didn't want to be stalked by some random pervert!
"Thank you, but please don't tell oka-san about this. I... don't want her to worry."
"Okay, but, make sure to call us when you need help."Takami affectionately ruffled Sena's hair.
"Yeah, Sena, take care, okay?" Sakuraba smiled at her.
Sena laughed nervously. Even with her big brothers at her side, she still couldn't help but feel, well, a little threatened by the appearance of the stalker. It was kind of a common occurrence, so dealing with them wasn't that hard. Takami and Sakuraba bid her a goodbye as they reminded her of what she should do against those kinds of people. And how she shouldn't leave her house alone, the list went on but still, she was glad that they did actually care.
Good thing she had her big brothers to always look after her.
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Sena woke up extremely early that day. It was the day she would go against Oujou. She gulped; she hoped that she would still be able to live to see the next day. Oh well, no use lamenting over it now. It was bound to happen once she joined the club. But she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
She sighed; this was going to be bad. The young brunette tiptoed downstairs; she didn't really want to wake her parents up so early that morning. It was going to be a tough match, so she probably should make a bentou or something. Mamori always did it, so she should probably try doing it. After an hour of burning her fringe and cutting herself, she was able to make tamagoyaki, fried tofu, onigiri, croquettes and gyoza, which were pleasing to the eyes and tasted fine.
'Fucking shrimp! If I don't see you at the clubhouse within 30 minutes then...'
That was the first message the young brunette received that Saturday morning. She didn't even want to know how Hiruma had gotten her number in the first place. But, the message itself was quite dangerous, even without hearing the blond she could already imagine the expression on his face that moment. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned. She spent the whole night worrying about the stalker thing, so she played video games the whole night. But, Hiruma-san was much more dangerous so within five minutes she was fully dressed in her regular sweatpants and a loose white shirt. With her remaining time, in her full speed, she rushed to where Hiruma was.
"I'm here!" She squeaked out, arriving twenty eight minutes after receiving the message. Huffing and panting as she slid down to the floor with her bentou on one hand.
"Took you long enough, fucking chibi!" Hiruma put down his stopwatch. He stepped in front of the young brunette and threw her a duffel bag."You're changing into that, I don't want to hear any fucking complains from you."
"We're up against Oujou today Sena-chan, so, be careful, Shin's tackles can be, well... quite painful." Kurita glanced at her, worried that such a small and weak girl would be forced to go against Shin. She was doomed.
"Ha--ha, yeah, ha, I know. I--I'll do my best, though." She managed to speak in between her gasping for air.
"They won't go easy on you, when in the field; it wouldn't matter anymore if you know them. I won't fucking let you go if you hold back just because they're your big brothers!" He cackled kicking the door close.
"Hiiii!"
"Hiruma-kun! Don't bully Sena!" Mamori suddenly barged in hugging Sena. She glared at the demon captain before fixing the short girl's hair, tucking a stray lock of hair to her ear. "Thanks, Mamori-neechan." She smiled in appreciation.
"Why would she need to do her best anyway? She's just the team secretary, right Sena?" She asked.
"Eh, well, you, um, heard wrong! Hiruma-san was talking to Kurita-san!" The petite girl gulped. Mamori-neechan must never know that she's actually playing American football and that she was eyeshield 21.
"Anyways, let's hurry; we don't really want to be late for the match. Oi! Fucking chibi change into what you wore last time against the Koigahama cupids!" He barked as he loaded his gun before leaving the room along with Kurita.
"O-Okay."She managed to reply despite the fact that Hiruma probably wouldn't even hear her. She began digging through the duffel bag as she saw the same attire from last week's match. She inwardly cringed as she grudgingly took it out and began dressing up. Why? She was going to play anyway, so why did she have to wear that cheerleading uniform?
"Sena, do you need help?" The taller girl asked, folding Sena's discarded clothes.
"Eh, ah, no! Wait, you folded my clothes? Thanks, Mamori-nee." She slid the knee high loose socks and tied the lace of her shoes. She ran a hand through her hair, hoping to fix it up a little. But it was futile; her hair was still kind of messy and spiky. Mamori, upon noticing this, chuckled a little; honestly, Sena could be such a kid at times. She lightly scolded the petite brunette saying that her hair could only be properly fixed by brushing it. And her, being such a mother hen, brushed Sena's hair and fixed it into pigtails, using the clip Sena always brought around with her.
"There, all finished. I'm not really into the idea of having you in this club, but, you do look cute in that." She squeezed Sena's hand lightly before dragging her outside the clubhouse.
"Eh, ah wait, Mamori-nee!"Sena protested at the sudden dragging, the heavy duffel bag and bentou in her free hand.
"Took you long enough, fucking manager, anyways, go, ride that!" Hiruma pointed to the wooden cart, being pulled by Cerberus and by some other random substitutes from other clubs.
"Wha-Are you serious? But that's embarrassing!" Sena cried and Mamori nodded in agreement.
"But it's embarrassing my ass! Just go dammit!" Hiruma sneered.
And that's how they faced their next opponent, the Oujou white knights... riding a wooden cart.
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Sakuraba's face twitched when he saw Sena. Sena with Hiruma, who was standing so close, too close! She was wearing the cheerleading uniform...again! Not that he didn't like it, but, look! There were other guys who were staring at her in a lewd manner. When she noticed the blond, coming down from the bus, she jogged towards him, only to trip a few steps before reaching him. No wait, someone made her trip on purpose!
"Sena are you---"
"Kyaa! Sakuraba-kun!" Squealed a lot of his fangirls. One of them gave the young brunette a look then sneered without even helping her up. The others glared at Sena while she was wiping away the dirt on her face. As much as he wanted to help her, he couldn't. The crazy obsessive fan girls were there, invading his personal space!
"Takami-senpai! Shin!" He called out, hoping that they would at least help him or her, or maybe preferably both? Shit! One of the fan girls just shrieked, near his ear! Seriously, one of these days, he might go deaf.
"Are you injured?" Shin asked in concern as he held out a hand to Sena. "Eh, ah, yeah I am!"She replied as she took his hand into her own. Sena smiled and thanked him, silently hoping that he wouldn't tackle her there. But, just as she was about to leave, he still didn't let go of her hand.
"Oi, fucking chibi, hurry and come here!"Hiruma cocked his gun before glaring at the line backer from Oujou. But, it would be interesting to draw out a response from Shin using Sena. He could clearly see how protective he was of her. Just like a knight to save his princess. He grinned, things could get interesting. He stood beside Sena, casually slinging his arm over her shoulder. "Hey, fucking shrimp, we need to go.. Now." He blew into Sena's neck.
"Hiii!" She backed away from Hiruma, using her free hand to cover her neck. She blushed furiously. Of all places he decided to tickle her, why there? Yes, Kobayakawa Sena was ticklish, very very ticklish. But, the most ticklish part was her neck or nape.
Hiruma smirked at this. It was supposed to provoke Shin, but obtaining this information was better. Che, the fucking shrimp was ticklish in that place eh? This would be useful in the future.
"Um, Shin-aniki? My hand..." She uncomfortable looked at him, not having fully recovered from what just transpired. Shin stared at her face before glancing at her hand that he was holding.
"I will win in today's match; I will not go easy just because you are there Sena." He looked into her eye before letting go, leaving a very dumbfounded Sena with Hiruma.
"Ha--Hai?"
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"Hey, Agon, what do you think will this match's outcome be?" Unsui asked, handing the binoculars to his twin. "Che, fucking trashes from Deimon are bound to lose anyway." Agon sneered but still took the binoculars anyway. He looked through it, not really expecting to see anything interesting. He should probably just search for some random hot chick to date. He glanced at Deimon's side, noticing a petite brunette talking to Hiruma. She was wearing the stupid devil bats cheerleading uniform, trying to glare at Hiruma but her cheeks were flushed. Agon's eyes trailed down to her legs, fuck, she had nice legs. She was kind of flat-chested, but still, she was pretty.
Might as well, check her out later.
"Two hours, till the match starts, this is what you're going to eat, before the match." Shouji stated as one of the helpers gave everyone in Oujou white knights their packed bentou.
The members of the Deimon devil bats looked at them in envy. The difference between the rich and the poor was great. "Ahhh, I suddenly feel hungry too after seeing them eat." One of them absentmindedly drooled. The substitutes all nodded at this in agreement. Mamori brought out a box wrapped in cloth randomly out of nowhere.
"If you don't mind, then would you like to eat this?" She smiled. The taller girl nudged Sena, hinting that she should take out hers too. She shook her head violently saying that she didn't bring any. The brunette was quite scared that it would taste bad."Sena, you brought a bentou too, right?" She received a stern glare from Mamori, something she only used when she was too timid.
"Eh, ah, haha, yeah."She sheepishly scratched the back of her head as she shoved her home made bentou to one of the substitutes.
"Hey, this tastes good!" Kurita abruptly ate one of the onigiri Sena made along with the croquette. She snapped her head back up and smiled at the compliment. "T-Thanks,"
Mamori was taken aback by this; finally, the brunette was able to cook properly! Cooking had always been Sena's weak point; she would often burn everything to a crisp. But, at least, she was improving now! Everyone sat on the mat; she brought and began eating everything that was in the bentou. Heck! Even Cerberus was eating it! Maybe they should join the club for real? Everything went smoothly, and it made them seem more bad-ass. Plus, everything was fine, so no worries about breaking rib bones!
Or not.
"Ehh? Are you serious? We're going against that Shin Seijuro?" One of the substitutes asked, his face visibly paling along with the others. "But--! Didn't he break someone's ribs in last year's practice match?" Someone added, his onigiri falling dramatically to the ground.
"Yeah, but we have eyeshield 21 on our side. So, feel safe, all of his tackles will be directed to eyeshield 21, so stop fucking whining!"Hiruma grinned maniacally. The young brunette gulped at this. Crap, Shin-aniki wasn't going to go easy on her. But, she didn't want to die early or break some bones.
"But, if eyeshield-san gets all the tackles then, we should support him by creating a path for him." One suddenly piped in, munching on a gyoza, in the midst of everyone's cheering for not being tackled that much.
"Yeah, otherwise, I'd feel bad." One of them replied.
"Yosha! Then, let's help eyeshield-san from the line! Even though we don't have his speed, this is the very least we can do for him!" They all cheered after a long moment of reflecting and silence. Sena paled at this, they were expecting too much from her! But, at the same time, she was kind of glad that they would help her. She gathered up all her courage and ran to the nearest rest room with her duffel bag.
'Mamori-nee, I went to buy some videotapes.' Sena snapped open her phone and sent the older girl a message. After confirming that it was received, she began changing into her amefuto uniform. This time, she didn't forget her chest binder. She carefully wrapped it around her chest with ease. (Which sadly meant that she wasn't that developed in that place.) Then with speed, she put on her cleats and ran to the field, only to have Cerberus knock her to the ground licking her face.
"Hey, took you long enough, you fucking shorty."The blond quarter back snorted before dragging his dog back to its cage. She just blinked in surprise, so her nickname changes when she's wearing the eyeshield huh?
"KILL THEM YA-HA!"
"GLORY ON THE KINGDOM!"
And with that the game started.
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Sena ran to the right barely dodging Ootawara and some other line men from Oujou gakuen. With just one tackle from Ootawara, she was sure that she'd probably be stuck in the hospital for the next month. She slid her foot feinting a run and dashed to the left side of the blocker. Good, at this pace she could probably score a touchdown. But, why wasn't Shin-aniki and Haru-nii playing? The fact that they aren't playing yet, was somewhat making her even more nervous. But, regardless, she ran and evaded all of the players to score or gain a first down. Holy Crap! Ootawara was catching up! She dashed in an even faster pace, until-- "TOUCHDOWN YA-HA!"
Wait? A touchdown that early in a game? Crap, things were going well, too well. When things went too smoothly, it only screamed 'suspicious!'. Especially, when they were up against Oujou, they were Kantou's friggin best defense team-- no wait, scratch that! They were probably the best in Japan!
"Shin, what do you think of that new player in Deimon?" Shogun folded his arms over his chest, his gaze never leaving Sena.
"I sense fear in his running. Most likely, he is a player of touch football." Shin replied in his usual tone. Shogun nodded at this, as usual, Shin was capable of coming to conclusions, just after watching someone play once. Everyone else on their team grinned, amazed at how Shin could come up with that.
As usual, Shin was the one everyone looked up to, Shin this! Shin that! Sakuraba thought bitterly, biting his lower lip in frustration. At the same time, however, a wave of anxiousness came to him. He despised it. He hated how every single girl, would always squeal 'Sakuraba!' saying that he was the ace.
Lies.
He couldn't even properly intercept a ball, or run with passes! He was just simply too weak. That was it, the end. The blond had always envied Shin. He numbly watched the tall line backer enter the field. He wasn't needed, a useless person line him.
A failure.
He watched the game before him in silence. That eyeshield 21 person was sure fast to be able to dodge a lot of blockers in just one go. But, would he be able to defeat Shin? Left, right, a cut and a dash, then another turn to the left. Ah, it seems that his speed wouldn't be able to match Shin's spear tackle. The same thing repeated itself; eyeshield 21 would run to score, but only to be stopped by Shin's tackle. It looks pretty painful, amazing, a short guy like that, to be able to withstand Shin's attack.
'It hurts!' Sena winced at the growing pain in her abdomen. After being tackled by Shin, standing up, would be kind of painful. She remained there in the field, motionless, as she ignored Kurita's question. Sure, she knew that his tackles would hurt like hell, but, she just never expected to experience it firsthand. She gulped; she was beginning to remember it, pain and fear. She hadn't been subjected to fear in a long while, often under the care of her protective big brothers. But, somehow, there was an unexplained thrill growing inside of her.
Excitement.
She couldn't help it. No matter how scared she was at that moment, still, she enjoyed playing amefuto, and had fun. Even though the tackles hurt and she was being reckless. She loved that feeling.
But, that wasn't the main point in her current situation.
The pain, it was beginning to become unbearable. Why? Why couldn't she surpass Shin? She was faster, but, even though he was stronger, he was still slower, so why? She could've outrun him, but how could he always catch up to her? After doing that spin, she was so close! The questions began swirling in her mind as she absentmindedly clutched her stomach. Wait, what? Faster? That's it! She just needed to be faster!
"Se--Sena-chan?" Kurita asked again worried that she might've passed out already or broken a bone. The referee was about to call for a stretcher until she spoke.
"I --I need to be faster!" She jumped up as she nodded her head in approval."Ah, I'm okay, so you don't need to get a stretcher." She informed them as the staff were about to enter the field.
"Oi, fucking shorty, go rest, we need you to save up your strength for offense." Hiruma ordered as he was calmly gazing at Shin.
"O-Okay!" She sat on of the benches sighing before stretching her arms and legs.
"Eyeshield 21 is much faster than you." Hiruma smirked walking past by Shin. The line backer stopped in his tracks and turned."I will not be affected by such words."
"Che, knew it."
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Oujou kept on scoring points in front of Sena. She mentally cursed herself; if only she'd been playing too then maybe they could've prevented it. But, Hiruma did tell her to wait until offense. So, if it was him strategizing then it would be fine, right? However, with the way she was now, scoring would be impossible.
Hiruma clicked his tongue in annoyance. Damn it! If only they had a good receiver then passes like those would be easily intercepted. He sighed, there was no more chance. The chances of winning were now 0 %. Nothing they did would matter anymore. Everything would be futile.
"I'm leaving, do what you want to do." He announced abruptly walking to where the petite brunette sat before taking his stuff. This surprised Sena and the other players to no end. Hiruma was giving up that easily? "Bu--But why?"
"As of now, our chances of winning is...0 %" He stated.
"But-- We, Kurita-san, you--!"She was unable to finish what she wanted to say. She still wanted to play, no, she wanted to surpass Shin.
"Hi--Hiruma, at least play until the end." Kurita nervously glanced at the blond quarterback.
"Then what? Comfort ourselves by saying we did our best until the end? Fucking fatty, you of all people know that I'm not like that. We are doing this to win; trying without the winning intent is meaningless."He sneered as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Little more...I--I think I can defeat Shin-ani--I mean, Shin-san!" She announced, earning everyone's attention. Crap, what was she supposed to say next? Umm. Yay?
"Ah! Well I mean I think I can but I-m not really sure..."She trailed off unsure of how and what she wanted to say. Hiruma grinned. The girl was beginning to grow a backbone huh? Good enough. So she wanted to outrun Shin. Even if they would lose, gambling on her wouldn't be so bad.
"You want to win?"
"Er... Well, I--um,--" She anxiously fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
"Che, fucking shorty! Make up your mind dammit!" He aimed his gun at her.
"Hiii!"She dodged.
"Huddle!"Hiruma suddenly said before putting on his helmet.
The brunette smiled. Her resolve to defeat Shin was a lot stronger now. Even if he was her aniki, it wouldn't change the fact that she wanted to surpass him, in terms of speed of course.
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Sena gasped and panted for air. Just a little more, she could feel it, slowly, she was becoming faster. A little more and she could already defeat him. She ran again into Shin hoping that; at that moment she could do it. But, unfortunately for her this just got Shin even more aggravated, so without even much effort he pushed her away a few yards.
'Holy---! Ugh, it's beginning to hurt again.' She grimaced while holding the ball.
However, this did not make Sena falter. She stood up, dusting away any dirt that had been there. One more time! After three more unsuccessful attempts and a lot of tackles, time was almost running out.
Sakuraba stared at the match before him. Why? Why was that eyeshield person still trying, even though he knew very well that he can't defeat him? Why was he still exerting that much effort? There was too much difference in skills; it was no use no matter how hard he tried.
He should just give up.
"Ah!" He noticed the star sticker from his helmet fall, flying away forward. He reached his right arm to get it, but it seemed to only get farther and farther away. He was finally able to touch it, until--
"Gah!" Someone bumped into him accidentally. They both went rolling to the outside of the field and bumped into one of the benches.
The petite brunette panicked. Oh my--- She just injured Haru-nii! What if he-- What if he broke a bone? Or worse, what if it leaves him unable to play amefuto? Then, what was she supposed to do? Curse her carelessness.
"Ha--"Wait. She still had to keep her identity as eyeshield 21. She coughed a little and deepened her voice."I'm terribly sorry for what just happened, are you injured?"
One of the referees came in and tried to help Sakuraba up but stopped when the idol yelped in pain. "He might've broken his collarbone."He stated much to the horror of Sena.
"Fuck, get an ambulance!"
"How dare you do that to Sakuraba? You bastard!" The fangirls shrieked throwing random things at her.
Shit.
Of all the dumb things she could've done, breaking someone's bones was the worst.
"Don't take it to heart; it was his fault for entering the field." Hiruma patted her head in an affectionate manner, surprising Sena. Since when was he affectionate? But, she still felt guilty for what she just did."But--I" She was cut off by Hiruma whacking her head. Okay, so maybe he was never affectionate.
"Ouch!"She clutched the part of her head he just hit, wincing.
"For now, focus on defeating him, don't get distracted fucking shorty."
"Yeah."
'I'm really sorry Haru-nii.'
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Blitz. They were going to break through to the center with Sena carrying the ball. Kurita blocked Ootawara successfully delaying Shin. The brunette ran, but Shin was quick to catch up.
'Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!'
Faster. Just a little bit and she could do it. Shin, of course, wouldn't allow himself to lose, with his best time, he chased after Sena. But she suddenly became faster. He tried to reach her with his arms only to have the distance between them widen.
"Touchdown!"
A touchdown? The brunette turned and saw Shin far behind her. She smiled, she did it! Even though they did lose, she was able to defeat him, finally! She panted content at what she just did. Although, it was quite difficult to believe, she was able to surpass him.
Finally.
Sena numbly walked to the moe maid cafe. She sighed, even after defeating Shin, she still felt guilty for breaking Sakuraba's collarbone. She dug her hands in her pocket and dropped her head. She was tired. The match had just finished and she was headed towards her job. She could still feel her abdomen in pain, it would probably bruise. Earlier, after changing into normal clothes, she insisted that she should visit Sakuraba to Takami. But he just shook his head and told her that visitors weren't allowed yet besides family.
She opened the back door to the cafe. She silently stepped inside making sure not to make as much noise as possible. The brunette headed towards the dressing room, where she was sure Nao would be waiting. "Izu--I mean, Nao-san?"She peeked in the room.
"Ah, hey, good timing, I just finished your dress~!"Nao squealed pulling Sena into the room before locking it.
"Eh---ah! Na--Nao-san? What---? I can dress up by myself!" She flailed her arms around as Nao began undressing her. She wasn't really against the idea of dressing up in front of another girl, but, she didn't want Nao to fuss over her bruises. Nao frowned at the short girl, and then pouted. Out of nowhere, a dress suddenly appeared in her manager's hands. It was almost the same as yesterdays, only frillier and it had more laces and the apron had intricate designs.
She pouted. Frills were such a hassle.
was so cute! Nao glanced at the short girl in front of her, even though she was another girl herself , she couldn't help but feel drawn to the young girl. In a non-gay way of course, mind you. The young brunette just had an air of naiveté around her that made you, in some way or another drawn to her.
She suddenly hugged her, crushing the wind out of her. "You're really so cute~, Sena-chan!"
"Ah!"She yelped out in pain. Nao let go of her and tilted her head to the side in confusion and in worry. "Oh,uh,my bad. You all right?"
"Haha, yeah, it's just that--"She winced in pain at the sudden contact of Nao's fingers on her stomach."You have a bruise?" She asked as she raised her shirt.
"Well, um, yeah, I ... tripped... in school!" She sheepishly scratched the back of her head and grinned.
"You should take care of yourself!" Nao lightly scolded as she began bandaging the bruises.
"Ouch--Ah, yeah, haha, thanks!"
"If you want to take the day off then--"
"I'm fine; Nao-san, plus I might turn out lazy if you spoil me too much." She cut off her manager before she shook her head in disapproval.
"If you're sure then." She gave her a look of concern.
"I'm sure!"She smiled warmly. Honestly, this kid's smile was so radiant. She was really cheerful, but she was too kind. She was probably the type to be bullied often, but just endured it.
"Oh, I almost forgot, today's theme is cat ears~!" The manager said in a sing-song voice before straightening her dress.
"Eh?" She stared at her in disbelief.
Oh Shit.
This day was becoming worse.
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Sena glanced nervously from behind the doors that lead to the main cafe. There were even more customers than before! And not only that, she had cat ears and a tail! That was extremely embarrassing! At least the shop was far from her school, so she was pretty sure that no one would see her.
"At least, no one I know goes here." She sighed in relief.
"Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama! What would you like to order?" She smiled, handing over the menu to the pair who just sat. At least, she had improvements. She could probably say master without stuttering.
Probably.
"Uwah, its cat ears day today, isn't it? Hey, hey look Kakei!" One of them eagerly shook the other in order to gain the person named Kakei's attention.
Kakei rolled his eyes."I'm not blind Mizumachi, in case you haven't noticed."
Mizumachi pouted a little and mumbled something that sounded like 'Kakei's no fun.' But he quickly recovered before looking through the menu. He smiled brightly when something caught his eye.
"Ah, I'll have one Café au lait and a strawberry tart!" He grinned.
"Okay, then, how about you, er, ma--master?"She stammered on the last word before writing down the blonds' order.
"I'll have a Café Noisette and a chocolate éclair." He folded his hands and rested his chin on top of them.
Sena repeated their order as she was finally able to confirm it. She gave the two a smile and turned to get their order. The head pastry chef gave her a grin. He would always do that, on the days she was there.
After receiving a tray that had the pastries and beverage, she swiftly headed to where Mizumachi and Kakei were.
"You're new here right?" The blond grinned at her.
"Eh, um, yes I am." She laughed sheepishly.
"You're pretty cute for someone who's new! Right, Kakei?" Mizumachi eyed her, somewhat making her feel a little uncomfortable. Kakei again, resisted rolling his eyes at the blonds' bluntness."You're making her feel uncomfortable."
"Eh,am not! Right..."
"Ah, I'm Kobayakawa Sena!"She introduced herself politely while bowing. The two of them seemed to be nice, so she probably didn't have to worry. The person named Kakei seemed polite and nice, although he did look a little scary. But the one named Mizumachi, was very easygoing and blunt, kind of like a kid. Overall, they did look like good people.
"I'm Mizumachi Kengo and this grumpy guy over here is Kakei Shun!" He pointed to his self before pointing dramatically at Kakei. He sighed."I am not grumpy, Mizumachi."
"See, Sena? He is grumpy! I mean come one look at him! His eyes, especially, they make him look really mean." He nodded to himself before taking a bite out of the strawberry tart. Kakei, resisted the urge to sigh, honestly, Mizumachi could be so... so... childlike.
The brunette just laughed a little, not wanting to offend Mizumachi's attempt at a joke. Or was it really a joke?Hmm. Anyways, moving along, she noticed something. Why did it seem like every time she met someone, they would always call her by her first name? Not that she was complaining, but still.
A bell was suddenly rung, and Sena being nearest to that table, had to go there immediately. "Well then, ma--ma-maassteerrrr, if you need anything else then please do not hesitate to ring the bell at your side." really needed to get used to saying that cursed word.
"See you Sena!" Mizumachi grinned while Kakei just nodded.
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"Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama! What would you like to--- Ah! Akaba-san and Kotarou-san!" She greeted the two of them upon reaching their table. But it wasn't just the two of them; there was another girl with short hair sitting beside Kotarou.
"Ju--Juri-neechan?" Her eyes widened when she realized who it was. Then, she slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Um, I'm sorry, but I don't recall ever meeting you." Juri gave her a friendly smile.
"Oh, wait, I forgot, it hasn't happened yet at that time." She put a finger over her lower lip."If I do this, then would you remember?"She continued before holding her hair back and spiking it a little.
"Ko-- Sena-kun?" Juri asked in disbelief before slamming her hands on the table and standing up. That was Kobayakawa Sena? Her dear otoutou back in elementary? But...But... Last time she checked, she was pretty much sure he was a boy. Oh my, was it possible? Has he awakened to being a homo?
"Yeah, haha, Juri-neechan."
"But...But... Kobayakawa Sena is a boy!" She began feeling dizzy."Are you---Did you---?"She was unable to continue what she wanted to say. "Ah I got it! You're cross-dressing right?" She recovered from her previous confusion, nodding her head in agreement.
Akaba was surprised. So, Kobayakawa Sena was a boy? That, was extremely unexpected.
Kotarou gaped his mouth like a fish. How could a boy be that cute?
"Um, no, I'm not, actually... this is going to take a while to explain." The brunette sighed. It was the expected reaction, after all Juri didn't know anything about her after elementary."Well, you see, um, I kind of was really boyish when I was young so, my parents decided to leave me be. And I kinda assumed that I was a boy, so, uh, to make things short, I didn't know that I was actually a girl until before I entered middle school." She finished.
Aww, too bad. So much for Juri's love for bl. But this was good! Well at least, now she had an imouto!
"So, you're telling me, that all along, you didn't know that you were actually a girl?"
"Um, yeah?"
"Well, isn't that good then? I always thought you were a bit girly even back then! It's been so long, right, Sena-ku-- I mean Sena-chan? Do you still remember what you promised me back then?" She smiled.
"Yeah, of course I do! Although I probably won't be able fulfill it." Sena said.
"Wai-Wait wait wait! Just what exactly is happening?" Kotarou cut it, not quite getting a grip of what was happening.
"Oh, well, Kotarou, you probably don't remember this, but her mother was my mother's friend and they would frequently come over. It was around the time your family went to Hokkaido for a vacation. So, there, we gradually became close and she became like a younger sibling to me." Juri explained.
"Fuu, and what is that promise you were talking about earlier?" Akaba began to become curious.
"I promised to marry Juri-nee when I become taller than her!"
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Omake (Random)
Pairing: AkabaxSena (Not really related to the main fanfic, but seriously AkabaSena needs moar love!) I like Akaba/Kotarou too though.
"And so, I wanted to tell you that… I think I might like someone." Sena finished looking Juri at the eye. It was a Friday, so since Sena needed help badly, she decided to go straight to her neechan's school.
"Oh, aww, my little sister is growing up already." Juri cooed patting Sena's head before wrapping her arms around her.
Sena pouted, she didn't really like being treated like a kid. The taller girl just gave her a friendly smile before letting her go. "But, I'm surprised though, I never expected you to figure it out first." She tapped a finger lightly at her chin.
"Well, I didn't exactly figure it, um, on my own. I kind of got help." She replied, tugging at the hem of her skirt.
"Help?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I'm really confused, so I'm not sure if I like him and um, I consulted someone and they told me that it was li—like." She finished, a red flush spread across her cheeks.
"Oh, well, who's the lucky guy then?" Juri grinned. It wasn't everyday that you get to know who your imouto likes.
Sena cautiously looked from side to side, assuring herself that no one besides the two of them was there inside the Bando spider's clubhouse. "Relax, no one's coming in. Their class finishes in about 30 minutes." Juri assured her. "O-Okay." She motioned for Juri to lean to her side and whispered something in her ear.
"Akaba-san."
"Seriously? I mean, that guy? What he says doesn't even make sense! He's way too cryptic!" She gave the shorter brunette an incredulous look.
"I—I'm not really sure though. But, you see, I like seeing him. And I think that every time he plays the guitar, he looks really cool and—"
"Fine, fine. I get it." She cut her off before she could say anything more. But, it was Akaba for crying out loud! She hasn't even seen him express interest in liking someone before! But Sena was a different case, a lot of guys fall head over heels for her.
"I can help you out if you want, in confessing I mean." She put a hand on her waist.
"Really? But—confessing is kind of embarrassing, I mean, what if he doesn't like me? Then I—"
"Don't give up without trying!" Juri smiled as she gave her a gentle slap on the back.
Juri and Sena practiced on how to confess. But Sena stuttered too much or said it too fast. The taller girl would occasionally slap her hand on her forehead. This was going to be tough.
"I don't think we're going to reach anything with this." Juri stated before thinking of ways to help Sena.
"This is hopeless. I think we should just give up." The petite brunette sighed to herself. What was she thinking anyway? Akaba-san was really good looking so; he would probably already have a girlfriend by now.
"Ah, I know!" An imaginary light bulb turned on above Juri's head. She went to one of the tables located at the far end of the room and took something.
"Look, I'll pretend to be like Akaba-kun and you confess okay?" She said waving a pair of sunglasses in front of Sena.
"O—Okay."
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"Like I said, this time I won't fail! I'm a smart guy so I'm sure Juri will agree to go out with me!" Kotarou dramatically pointed his comb at Akaba's direction.
"Fuu, if you fail then this would make it the twentieth time you failed." The redhead rolled his eyes.
They were making their way towards the clubhouse until they heard a strange conversation going on.
"Um, is this fine? I mean, it's kind of embarrassing to say." A voice spoke up which they identified as Sena's.
"Fuu, of course, it is. Go on, tell me what you wanted to say Sena-kun" Akaba raised an eyebrow at this. Was Juri trying to copy him?
Koutarou's eyes widened. What was Juri aiming to achieve? And why the heck was she saying 'fuu'?
"Then, um, to you, for the longest time. I--- Juri-san, to you—I—I like you!" This sent the two boys barging in the clubhouse. Kotarou came in first though followed by an unamused Akaba.
"Wha---?" As Kotarou was about to say something, he was cut off as he noticed something. Juri was hugging Sena. She had her left arm enveloped around the short brunette in a tight hug, and had her free hand caressing Sena's right cheek. Their faces were merely inches apart. And wait, were those sunglasses?
"That's not smart! What the heck were you guys doing? And Juri you never told me that you swung that way!" He exclaimed as he slammed his fist on the door.
Sena turned red at this. The taller girl immediately let go of her and slapped her forehead. Damn it, why did Kotarou always have to misunderstand things?
"No—it's I--, um, Juri-nee was helping me confess!" Sena exclaimed as she waved her hands frantically in the air.
Crap. She said it.
"Confess? Oh." Kotarou said as the realization finally hit him.
"Fuu, then Sena-kun why would you use Juri's name instead of the person you want to confess to? Wouldn't practicing with his name be easier?"Akaba asked inching his face closer to Sena's.
She backed away, her face already as red as a tomato. "Well, it's umm--- I was too nervous to say his name"
"Until you guys came and ruined it." Juri muttered.
Kotarou put two and two together. Sena was anxious about saying the name of the person she liked. She was in the Bando spider's clubhouse. Juri said fuu and had sunglasses on. The petite brunette was blushing furiously with Akaba near her. It wouldn't take long for a slow person like him to get it.
She liked Akaba.
"Sena! So you like---"He was cut off when Juri abruptly slapped her hand on his mouth before dragging him away to the field. She mouthed a 'good luck Sena' and a thumbs up before leaving.
"I'll have Kotarou do his kicks!" The manager of the Bando spiders slammed the door shut. But they actually just went outside and decided to spy on the two of them.
"Your heart seems to be in an uneven rhythm. Is something bothering you, Sena-kun?" The redhead adjusted his sunglasses. That person she liked, who the hell was he?
"Um—Akaba-san…" She blushed. Crap, get a hold of yourself Sena! Be a man and confess. Oh wait; she was a girl, right. Juri did tell her to go and confess. But, what if she was rejected? That would be extremely embarrassing. If in case Akaba didn't reciprocate her feelings then how was she supposed to face him?
Akaba cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"I---"She was unable to continue. "I---I--- well, um, er, you see—I—"
"Sena-kun, I won't be able to understand you if you keep on stuttering."
"Oh-, uh, yeah! Haha, silly me.."
She gathered her courage and began speaking up. "You see, to you, for quite a while, I, wanted to say that I—I---"
"Oh—for the love of--! Geez, just tell him you like him already!" Kotarou yelled at them, irritated that nothing was starting.
"Hiii! Kotarou-san why did you! "She had a red flush spread across her cheeks. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, out of embarrassment.
"Fuu, is this true, Sena-kun?" Akaba asked a hint of amusement in his voice.
She squeaked. She was extremely embarrassed. Damn you Kotarou!
"Isn't it obvious? She does like you, in case you haven't noticed." Juri sighed from the door.
"I do know, but I never expected that she would take the initiative of confessing though."
Oh.
"But I want to hear it directly from Sena-kun. Do you like me?" He asked again.
"Yes." She looked away, ready to run any moment now. In one, two ,three—
The redhead suddenly pulled her wrist and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She stared at him in disbelief as he let her go. She blushed furiously as her knees gave in and she slid down to the floor.
"Ha—Haa?"
Akaba just smirked at her and left, leaving a very dumbfounded Sena with a very surprised Kotarou and Juri staring at his retreating back in shock.
Owari
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