Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Juumonji had never believed in any sort of deity, always believing that tall tales like those were complete and utter bullshit. But there must have been a God for this to happen.

Sure it was Hiruma who made it happen, and Hiruma was pretty much the closest thing to a demon anyone had ever seen, due to his appearance, evil disposition, blackmailing ways… Practically everything about him screamed 'EVIL!'

Sure it was all because of Hiruma, but it must have been the grace of some deity that allowed him to see such a blissful picture of… Perfection.

As punishment for being late to their first game of the fall season, Hiruma had Sena dress up as a cheerleader to 'boost team moral.'

Once again. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

If he died now, he would die a happy man, with a blush across his face and a stupid grin across his lips.

Sena stood in front of the entire team, holding his pom-poms self consciously in front of his uncovered mid-drift, eyes flickering to the ground, then to the team, then to Hiruma, scuffing his feet and trying to curve in upon himself.

"KAWAII!"

The loud outburst had shocked him, since there had been dead silence hanging in the air ever since Sena had showed up, what, five minutes ago?

Man, he wished he could have been as carefree as Mamori, and then he could have run up to Sena and hugged him tight, and then carried him away to a more private place so he could tell Sena how utterly adorable he looked in that outfit and how utterly adorable he would look if he took the outfit off.

He would have to stop this train of thought before he found himself with a problem in front of the entire team.

As if Hiruma needed anymore blackmail material on him.

And so they had practiced, with Sena and Suzuna cheering for them on the sidelines.

Juumonji had fitfully noticed that a couple of guys from some other teams had caught sight of Sena and starred at him for quite some time before they were scared away by gunfire courtesy of Hiruma. And when the demonic quarterback returned to practice he swore Hiruma winked at him slyly.

If there was a God, did that make Hiruma Satan? If Hiruma was Satan and had forced Sena to wear the Deimon Devil Bats cheerleading outfit, then who would be better to worship? … Maybe he could just worship Sena, yes, that would do, he didn't want to put Hiruma in a bigger position of power over him.

When practice was over Juumonji slowly changed into his school uniform, subtly nudging Kuroki and Toganou and telling them to go ahead without him.

Sena was waiting until everyone had left to change, well, Juumonji would have to disappoint him for a moment or two while he screwed up his courage and approached the blushing boy.

"Hey Sena, you…" Juumonji squinted his eyes again, trying to find a couple of words that didn't make him sound like a complete loser while Sena bit his lip nervously.

"You're really cute."

Both of them ended up blushing redder than roses after that comment, in fact, they matched their uniforms perfectly.

"Umm, thanks Juumonji-kun… I think…" Sena shuffled his feet awkwardly; he was probably itching to get out of that cheerleaders outfit and into some male clothing.

"I really mean it, you… Really do look cute-" "When I'm in a skirt?" Sena muttered dryly, Juumonji held up his hands. "No, you look cute all the time."

Sena went even redder and he just looked so cute and adorable and charming that Juumonji couldn't help but cut the boys face with his hands and give his a light kiss on the cheek.

He quickly dashed away after that, silently hoping that Sena wasn't going to turn homophobic on him and never want to talk to him again.

Too bad that in his hurry to leave he didn't see the surprised look on Sena's face, and see the sparkle in his eyes that wasn't based on anger.