FASH: I'm going to Medieval Times today! I hope my knight wins this time, I've been there twice before and the third time is the charm right? Random fever cliche in this chapter, because it's fun to write.

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''-thoughts

Only a little over a week to go until the game against Seibu and practice seemed to be non-stop, all day every day, it kind of felt like re-living the Death March, except the line didn't have to push Doburoku's massive truck around.

It was on a Tuesday that Hiruma had approached Sena, grinning a bit more than he should be as he told the younger boy to run around the block once before he got a break, so the brunette went to the gates and stood at the ready, a shot from Hiruma's gun spurring him into motion. He was nearly halfway around the block when he heard someone calling his name. He stopped against his better judgment, Hiruma was timing him after all, and was surprised to see Sakuraba running his way.

"Good afternoon Sakuraba-san." Sena said with a bow in the other boy's direction, who quickly reciprocated the bow.

"I just wanted to wish you luck against Seibu." Sakuraba said, breathing a little heavily and a strange flush slowly forming on his face which Sena was quick to notice.

"Sakuraba-san, are you feeling alright?" Sena asked, voice heavy with concern as he slowly approached the other boy, Hiruma's stop watch that was slowly allowing time to tick by was thrust into the back of his mind when he saw Sakuraba go even redder.

"I'm fine! Really! Perfectly fine!" Sena didn't believe that at all and he stretched up on his toes, placing his hand gently against Sakuraba's forehead. 'He's not too warm, but better safe than sorry.' "Sakuraba-san, you really shouldn't train if you don't feel well." He said as he retracted his hand, craning his head to look up at the other boy. "You should go home and rest."

"Right, I'll, uh, do that right now." Sakuraba stuttered before turning and running back into the direction from whence he came.

Sena nodded to himself, happy to have advised Sakuraba about his health, until he remembered that Hiruma's stop watch was still running. If Sena was prone to swearing, he would have done so right then, as loud as he could.

"Mind telling me why you took so fuckin' long?" Hiruma asked as soon as Sena arrived back at the gates, Sena gulped and carefully eyed the bazooka that Hiruma was leaning on.

"I'm sorry. I ran into someone on the way, sorry, I'll run it ag-" "Who?" Sena looked at him curiously, wondering why it mattered. "Sakuraba-san."

Hiruma grinned widely and Sena repressed a shudder. "Don't bother running it again right now, take a break with the rest of the team." He said as he sauntered off, Sena, slightly freaked out by Hiruma's smile, which never meant anything good, slowly made his way to where the rest of the team was sitting, dropping down beside Monta.

'Hiruma-san is acting weirder than normal. I wonder if I should be scared.'

And Sena wasn't the only one who had noticed Hiruma's behavior, the blonde was constantly grinning as he typed away on his computer and letting out his trademark: "Kukuku." chuckle.

When the rest of the team had managed to convince Mamori to ask him what was up he just grinned and said. "I see a trend." Mamori carefully prodded as to what trend he was talking about and Hiruma replied. "Blondes." While sending a look over to Juumonji who managed to look slightly offended even though he was blushing. "You're a blonde too Hiruma, are you trying to insinuate something?" "No, I'm just pointing out and interesting pattern."

Sena frowned as he saw recognition dawn of almost half of his teammates faces, was he missing something here? But he decided not to ask because if this was the thing Hiruma had been grinning about, well, it was just safer to not ask.

But he couldn't help the curiosity that chewed at him all throughout practice, couldn't help but notice a couple glances being sent his way by teammates who were talking in low voices. It was distracting, and Hiruma would be even creepier if he found out that Sena was distracted during practice.

So it was with a heavy heart and shaking limbs that Sena approached Hiruma with once practice had been concluded for the day, managing to get his question of what exactly this 'pattern' was on his first try.

Hiruma snapped his gum. "I already told you, blondes." "Hmm, Hiruma-san, what do blondes have to do with anything?" Hiruma blew a bubble and let it pop before casually replying. "You seem to attract the attention of blondes." "And that means what exactly?" Sena asked in a shaky voice, willing himself not to run away when Hiruma bared his teeth in one of his scarier grins.

"It means that Mizumachi and Sakuraba have the hots for you."

There was silence.

"WHAAAAAT?"