FASH: Awww, SENA! All adorable and crying and stuff. Sakuraba's in this chapter for a bit, yay!

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The five girls, who were the only customers left, had asked around for a pair of tweezers and the girl who had asked if he was alright before, her name was Haruhi, but she insisted on being called Haru-chan, had gingerly removed the shards from his skin before taking him to a nearby water fountain to wash his hands under cold water.

Sena sniffed a bit when the water first came in contact with his cuts, he had stopped crying, but he was sure his eyes were red rimmed and that he looked like a child, being taken care of like this.

But strangely enough while they were in the hallway girls kept on coming up to them, asking what was wrong, and Haruhi had replied that the teahouse wasn't doing very well, and that Sena had tried so hard to get everything together that it was just destroying him.

It was a complete lie of course, and Haruhi always seemed to make sure his hands were out of sight before answering, but by the time Sena returned to the teahouse not only was it full of customers, but the Deimon Devil Bats were the ones serving them, except for Taki, he'd been tied down to a chair, and gaged, probably by Suzuna. His teammates didn't have a ridiculous get up on of course, but Sena felt touched by what his teammates were doing for him.

And then the girls spotted him in the doorway, and pounced, hypothetically.

The day couldn't have ended sooner for Sena, who'd had his cheeks pinched, his hair ruffled, been glomped onto and 'aww-ed' at more times than he could count.

All of his teammates had left, except Hiruma, who was fiddling with his laptop, and Taki, who was still tied to the chair and gaged, but Sena was pretty sure he was asleep anyways. Some of the students in charge of the teahouse had begun cleaning up when Sakuraba, Shin and Takami walked through the door.

Sena immediately tensed and shyly held up a tray in front of him to try and hide himself from the eyes of his rival, his cheeks flushing a rosy red.

"Uh, welcome to the teahouse!" He exclaimed, bowing low, he heard someone snicker somewhere behind him and his cheeks became more red. He quickly straightened himself out. "Please take a seat and then just motion me over when you're ready to order."

Sena turned back around, deciding it was finally safe to untie Taki and sighed despairingly as he fiddled with the knot.

Meanwhile Hiruma was sneaking looks at the group a couple tables away from him, a small frown on his face.

Ever since he had come in Sakuraba had a strange flush on his cheeks and a glaze over his eyes, and as of now the wide receiver was attempting to casually look over his shoulder in the direction of Sena, who was really having trouble with those knots.

"Um, can someone help me with this? I think when Suzuna-san tied Taki-san down to the chair, she didn't plan on ever letting him go free." Sena called out and Sakuraba practically jumped out of his seat immediately after he heard the word 'help' and had made it to Sena's side by the time the younger boy was finished talking.

Hiruma's eyebrows slowly went upward, reaching their peak when Sena clapped his hands together and happily thanked Sakuraba, whose cheeks had finally returned to their normal colour.

'Hmmmm, what do we have here?' The blonde quarterback thought with a feral smirk and Sena, as if sensing his captain's mood, slowly turned around with a distressed expression on his face, so Hiruma turned back to his laptop, chuckling evilly to himself, which in turn caused Sena to let out a pathetic sounding whimper.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Sakuraba protectively ask Sena if the short boy was okay, and Hiruma grinned.

And that night, Hiruma dreamt.

The crowd around him was roaring, he could feel the blood pumping through his ears and he grinned at the opposing team, showing off nearly all of his pearly white, sharp teeth. Then, all things went silent and everyone was staring behind him. He turned around, his eyes moving slowly upwards until he reached a small pair of feet, then his eyes traveled up shapely legs until they reached the hem of a red skirt, up the red, over the flat stomach and the flat... Chest? He felt his eyebrows raise as his eyes snapped up to see the face of Sena, blushing in his Deimon Devil Bats cheerleading uniform. Hiruma didn't even have any time to say anything before the field was covered in the blood of the opposing team.

Hiruma cracked one eye open with a frown, he never had dreams, so why did he just have one with a bunch of pervs getting nosebleeds? He scanned his groggy mind for the answer, slowly finding it.

Yesterday, Sakuraba wasn't the only one who had reacted to Sena in a dress, the girls did too, but every once in a while a guy would come into the teahouse, take one look at Sena and blush to the tips of their ears.

So Hiruma got out of bed and fumbled around for paper and a pen, writing himself down a note incase he forgot the dream in the morning, and then he collapsed back on his bed and was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

What did the note say, you may be wondering, well, it said: New tactic before game, test to see if it works, Sena in cheer uniform.