Hiruma stood silently with his poker face of the year, staring straight at Shin. Startled as he was when Shin dragged him here, he already predicted what would come since Shin pulled him up the hill. Regardless, Hiruma was not used to being on the receiving end of romances. In fact, he hadn't been on any end at all. And here stood the strongest linebacker ever, throwing the most direct confession possible at him. Now… what is the best thing to do?
Shin stood just as silently and calmly, awaiting a response. The chilled autumn wind blew over to them, making the trees sway dramatically and causing more leaves to fall. And then came Hiruma's smirk.
"You'll have to prove it before I answer."
Shin blinked. And then stepped closer to where Hiruma was standing and now staring at him with disbelief. On the inside, Shin smiled. It was just like Hiruma to say something like that and his expression right now was priceless.
"What the shit are you doing?" Hiruma growled as Shin's body drew nearer to his own. He could feel Shin's warm breath on his lips that were a contrast to the cold surroundings. Hiruma stood his ground, not making any movement backwards to where he could see something besides Shin's face.
"Proving it to you." Shin whispered, and suddenly, Hiruma was enveloped by the warmth of Shin's coat. When he took it off was a mystery. But as it rested slightly loose on Hiruma's shoulders, he could smell the masculine scent from its owner. "The weather is cold. You should bring a coat out next time, even for short distances." Shin said seriously as he pulled the hood over Hiruma's head and stepping back so that there was a comfortable distance between them.
Hiruma's mouth was parted slightly in a very small gape as he looked at him incredulously. Seeing that, Shin felt a small smile tug at his lips as he put his hands in his pants pockets since he was now coatless.
"Keep warm, Hiruma-san." And Shin very daringly leaned forward to press his lips lightly against Hiruma's cheek, before strolling rather contentedly back to the dorm.
"Shit!" Hiruma cursed beginning to make his own way back to the dorm. "That bastard threw me off guard!"
And Shin's coat? Still rested on his shoulders.
~-Shiruma for the win-~
After Shin had washed up and took a warm shower to warm himself up, he lay on his bed with a sigh. It was a really long day and he was tired. Thinking of his confession he turned to the side. He got a more positive response than he was expecting and supposed he should count himself fortunate. Besides, who could really expected a straight "Yes, I love you too." from Hiruma? It was a very strange but sweet enough dream to have though.
Shin yawned and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was Sunday so he could sleep in a little. And Shin set his alarm for 8am.
~-Shiruma for the win-~
He opened his door next morning to find his coat hung outside his door by the door knob. Bringing it in and placing it on the table, he made his way back out to the bathroom where the sounds of a hair dryer could be heard.
The bathroom door was open and Shin saw Alexon half-dressed and blowing his hair while humming.
Shin knocked on the door loudly enough to be heard over the hair dryer. Alexon turned his way in surprise.
"Morning, Shin. What are you doing awake at this ungodly hour?" Alexon asked, turning the hair dryer off and pulling on a shirt.
"I'm usually awake earlier than this." Shin replied, making room for Alexon to step out.
"On a freaking Sunday?!"
Upon Shin's silent nod, Alexon gave him the oh-my-god... face.
Shaking his head and waving the appallingness aside, Alexon stepped out of the bathroom.
"The only thing that'll get me out of bed before 12 is the dorm-head. He said that he wanted the equipment cleaned every Sunday before 9." Alexon said as he passed Shin. "Guess whose duty it is today. And oh, that hair dryer's mine but you can use it whenever you want to. Just please don't spoil it." With that, Alexon trudged gloomily down the stairs, groaning all the way and leaving the bathroom free.
As Shin stepped out of the bathroom, he received a shot to his chest. He looked up to see Hiruma with un-spiked hair standing across the hall with an angry look on his face. The sound of the gunshot travelled through the whole building, and students that were roused from their slumber rolled over with their pillows over their ears. It was too early in the morning for this.
"That was for yesterday." Hiruma placed his gun back in his magic compartment that stored at least ten more along with other ammunition.
Shin picked up the rubber bullet from the floor. It did hurt quite a bit.
"Since we're… even now, let's go for breakfast together."
"Don't try to get all chummy with me, Buster."
~-Shiruma for the win-~
Since Shin followed Hiruma, much to his annoyance, they ended up sitting at the same table.
"You don't eat enough." Shin spoke as he begun to eat. His breakfast was about twice of what Hiruma had.
"Who asked you."
"Breakfast is important." Shin said, taking one of his eggs and transferring it to Hiruma's plate, earning himself a glare. Hiruma chose to just ignore it.
"Why did you dye your hair back to black?"
"Use your brain a little. This is America. Being a blonde here is pointless. And I am not going to dye my hair a freakish green like moss-head out there."
"The piercings?"
"Every now and then, but the impact doesn't work here."
"Mmm."
The rest of the meal finished in silence. Hiruma being preoccupied with something else on his phone absentmindedly ate everything on his plate including the egg from Shin that he initially pushed aside. Shin also finished everything on his plate and stood up to help his senior clear the tray again since it became apparent that Hiruma did not bother with such things.
As he placed the trays in their assigned place at the far end of the cafeteria, he heard a crash behind him. He turned to see Hiruma on the floor, the chair he was sitting on toppled over. A group of people were standing over him and one particularly large one promptly poured his drink over his head.
The few early students around shifted further away hurriedly. Most of them knew the terrors of Hiruma and wouldn't do or say anything against him. But there were still a certain few that had skulls too thick and heads too big to mind their own asses who challenged Hiruma. For example, the ones that were crowding around him right now.
"Hey there, faggot. Got a new boyfriend I see. Could you be cheating on your green-haired lover while he's out?" The leader sneered.
Hiruma casually sat up and crossed one leg over the other, not bothering to stand up.
"Oh my, if it isn't the f*cking Buttercup and company. Couldn't say the same for you. How's your girlfriend doing? Oh wait. You've never had one." Hiruma grinned. "Not even close. How many rejections were there again?"
A guttural sound was produced from the big man clutching Hiruma's collar and yanking him forward. "Just because I'm not a little whore like you."
"Please. You'd have to pay any whore double price to even sit on a bed with you." Hiruma rolled his eyes for emphasis. "I heard that your parents went door to door to beg the neighbours to sponsor some money for your plastic surgeory. Your mother was in tears and even made it to my door because the cost was so high since they would have to redo your entire face."
"Oooooo…." Came the others who were dormantly standing around.
"Shut up!" the leader tightened his hold around Hiruma's shirt so that it begun to choke him. "We'll see who need surgeory when we're through with you. Your green pretty boy ain't here to protect you now." Still, Hiruma maintained his grin, arms still lying by the side without a care.
(Outside in the sun, said green pretty boy sneezed. "How does all this mud accumulate in a week anyway?!")
The boys closed in and the first threw a hard punch at the mischievous face, only to be stopped by a tan and strong hand before it made contact with Hiruma.
Buttercup boy looked up in shock. He saw one of his gang groaning on the floor while the other was crying "It's broken! It's broken!" while clutching his side and writhing. His eyes rose and met those of the one who blocked him. And he came face to face with the hard expression of Shin Seijuuro.
Almost any dude would be threathened. But this wasn't any dude. This was an ultra thick-skulled, big headed dude.
"Look at this. Boyfriend number two here to save the day."
Shin tightened his grip on the fist within his grasp until Buttercup boy snatched his hand away quickly with a cry of pain.
"Isn't this nice." Buttercup spat, cradling his hand. "Fags all grouping together to protect you. The king of fags." Hiruma wanted to burst out laughing at the level of that insult. So he did. Not at all bothering to hide it.
Buttercup sent a murderous glare in Hiruma's direction but Shin stepped between them with a stoicness of his own.
There were only four left standing. One lunged at Shin from the side only to experience half the power of the Trident Tackle and crumpling to the floor. The second had lunged for Hiruma only to be kicked in the stomach by a power that rivalled Musashi's. Shin stood protectively over the still guffawing Hiruma as he faced the last two.
Buttercup boy growled and charged at Shin only to have his punch caught again and a snap was heard as Shin threw him over his head, causing him to land with a satisfying thud.
The other students watched the free show as they ate their breakfast. So Hiruma had another friend who could kick ass.
The last one looked at Shin with terror and took a step back. Shin lowered his fists and gestured to the "It's broken!" record and said "It's not broken. But that one might be." He nodded to Buttercup boy.
Finally ceasing his laughter, Hiruma stood up with his usual grin. "It was funny, please take care." He waved and exited the cafeteria as the survivor picked up the boss and the ones who could limp slowly crawled up. The broken record received another kick before he crawled up as well. And peace was restored as Shin left after Hiruma.
They made it a short distance from the cafeteria before Shin caught Hiruma's arm. Again.
"What now?" Hiruma attempeted to yank his hand free but to no avail.
Shin pulled the person of his affections to a nearby bench and made him sit down while Shin knelt before him and took out his towel from his bag and started wiping the juice that was still dripping from Hiruma's hair. He was going to use that towel to wipe his sweat after going for a jog, but he had to wait an hour for his breakfast to digest anyway and he could always go back to get his spare one. The pathways were rather deserted as it was only 8.40 and still considered too early for many students to be awake.
His hand was shoved away by Hiruma who made to stand up, only to be pushed down again.
"I can take care of myself." He stated coldly. Leaning away from the towel every time Shin brought it closer.
"Yes. I know that. But because I love you, I want to protect you." Shin looked at Hiruma with honest and serious eyes. "And I will protect you. Even if you are not bothered and don't need it, I will not stand for you being hurt or insulted."
With that he reached one hand out and held Hiruma's head still with it, bringing the other up to continue drying his hair and face. And without warning, as he brushed his towel over Hiruma's eyes and held it there, Shin leaned forward and pressed his lips against Hiruma's own in a sweet kiss.