Hiruma Youichi x Kobayakawa Sena
#81 - #100
81. A Place to Belong
As strange as it was to most people, Hiruma was a… sanctuary to Sena. He'd given Sena somewhere to belong, and somewhere to call a home. And there was nothing Sena could do to repay him.
82. Advantage
Being in a relationship with Hiruma, he had to admit, was something that came as a relief.
It came with the benefit of not being threatened or blackmailed on a daily basis, and that was something Sena appreciated. A lot.
83. Breakfast
Cereberos was always fed first in their little household. Everyday, at 7am sharp, a trembling servant who went by the name of Sena would serve his breakfast to him upon his very specially labelled food dish. Typically, he would given a plateful of raw, prime Wagyu steak that had been lovingly seasoned with sea salt, pepper and honey, and garnished with whatever seasonal fruit was available.
So, with that in mind, Cereberos had been expecting to find his meal being laid out for him by his humanservant at 7am sharp. However, on that particular day, Cereberos found himself being unceremoniously kicked out of the dorm room by a cackling Hiruma.
Who was completely stark naked with an equally naked Sena in tow.
84. Echoes
It was a surprise to find out that Hiruma's home was not, in fact, a dark and moist cave filled with bats and bones and loudly reverberating echoes of dropping water.
But it wasn't all that surprising to see a wall proudly mounted with numerous (technically illegal) guns.
85. Falling
One of Hiruma's various quotes went something along like this: fall down seven times, get up eight times. However, Sena really doubted that he'd ever be able to get up after falling for Hiruma.
And he really didn't want to, considering what Hiruma might do to him if he ever decided that he'd fall out of love with the blond.
86. Picking up the Pieces
A soft sigh of exertion left his lips as he slowly bent his knees. They ached, constantly now, as he picked up the shattered pieces of a dusty, worn figure from the floor.
Just as slowly, he straightened back up, a hand moving to brace against his hip.
Laying the pieces upon his wrinkled palm, he looked at the object with a nostalgic look in his faded green eyes. His fingers, long and slender and weak now, curled around them.
How strange it was, that this one thing could send him fifty-some years back, back to a time when the only thing that seemed to matter was American football and dragging Musashi and Kurita with him to the Christmas Bowl.
Hiruma couldn't hold back the chuckle from escaping him at the remembrance of his—frankly idiotic—teenaged behaviour. However, it quickly dissolved into a series of coughs, which quickly caught the attention of a certain someone lingering outside of the room.
"What are you looking at, Youichi?"
Hiruma glanced up from the pieces on his hand to look at Sena, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. It was the same smile that had graced his features all those decades ago, back at Daemon High, never changing despite the years.
"Nothing that concerns you, pipsqueak," the man replied as he set aside the old Eyeshield 21 figure onto the counter, shuffling his way out of the dusty little room to rejoin Sena at the doorway. "It's just fucking dusty in there…"
Sena smiled, the laugh lines creasing the corners of his eyes as he took Hiruma's arm, his hand curling around the crook of his elbow. "You're just getting old, aren't you?"
Hiruma snorted, leading Sena away from fifty years of memories.
87. Gunshot
The scariest part about Sena isn't his speed: rather, it's the gun-wielding demon smirking behind him, waiting for someone to slip up and experience his wrath.
88. Possession
Sena would never dare to presume that he owned Hiruma. But what he certainly did know was that Hiruma was unlikely to stray from him, if only by virtue (ha!) of his strange code of honour.
89. Twilight
False dawn; it was during this brief period of time that Hiruma would finally let himself relax, sagging against the headboard with an uncharacteristically drunken look on his face—one that bespoke of exhaustion.
He would glance up at the ceiling, exhale slowly, before glancing down at the slumbering body next to him, illuminated only by the blue-tinted light of his laptop. The harsh glare of the light wouldn't be enough to wake up, having gotten used to it long ago.
Neither would the gentle brush of fingers against his cheek stir him, nor the way they would bury through his brown hair.
Hiruma much preferred it that way. With only the moon as his witness in the depth of the night would he finally let down his guard and indulge himself.
90. Nowhere and Nothing
Sena's attempt at a first date was going nowhere—because he had no ideas, at all.
Thankfully, Hiruma always had contingency plans ready for the both of them.
91. Answers
Sena had a lot of questions that Hiruma would never answer. If anything, he would attempt to 'answer' them, but only lead Sena around in endless circles and loops that would only leave him so confused that once Hiruma finished speaking, would make Sena just—stop inquiring about what he was curious about.
Even if it was about that strange collection of pastel-coloured rabbit plushies that lined the walls of their shared room.
92. Innocence
Big doe-brown eyes would be the death of him, really.
Hiruma glowered down at Sena as the younger man merely stared back up at him, looking oddly childish despite his twenty-six years of age.
"You know, that innocent act doesn't work when you've got a fucking stubble on your baby face," the blond snarked, pushing Sena's face back with a bony hand.
He finally snorted in amusement when Sena let out a whine, pushing Hiruma's hand away from his mouth to retort back an impertinent, "You wouldn't know innocence even if it slapped you in the face with a wet fish!"
93. Simplicity
"I made you a bento box, so make sure you finished it! Good luck at work, anata."
"I didn't fucking ask for this treatment when I asked you to marry me. It's fucking creepy; stop it now before I shoot you."
Sena laughed, smirking at Hiruma rather unrepentantly. The frilly apron didn't detract from his mischief, however. It rather suited him.
"Too bad, anata. You're stuck with me now." He announced rather happily.
94. Reality
"Just fucking come over here," Hiruma replied as he grabbed Sena's wrist, pulling him, bento and all, into a rather lewd kiss.
Cereberos glanced up momentarily from his food, before huffing, deeming them unworthy of any attention to continue ripping into the prime steak that lay in front of him.
95. Acceptance
Monta sniggered behind his hand as he watched Hiruma scare off the football players from the school grounds using his various illegal firearms.
"It's like watching vultures trying to steal food from a lion," he remarked when Sena glanced over at him in askance. "Except you're the food, Hiruma-senpai's the lion, and Shin-and-co are the vultures."
Sena's eyebrows furrowed even more, and he looked at his best friend in sheer confusion. "Monta… that's kind of weird, even for you. Mind speaking in clear Japanese?"
Did… did Sena just really not know? About how big and stupid of a crush the stars of their rival teams had on him?
Monta laughed even louder. "You're such an idiot, Sena!"
"I don't get it! Tell me!" Sena demanded, even as Monta began to run away, taunting Sena with knowledge that he didn't have.
To be honest, even if Monta did tell Sena, he doubted that he would accept the fact; he'd probably deny it.
96. Lesson
"Youichi-kun? I really don't think you need to do that—" Sena winced as the blond shot a few rubber bullets at the backsides of their newest team members, trying to convey his sympathy and understanding to them with a wordless and helpless smile.
Hiruma cackled, even as he slung an arm around Sena's waist. "They'll never learn if I don't give them a little incentive. Look at what it fucking did to you!"
His arm, and by extension hand, slid further down to squeeze the back of his thighs (and was that his hand on his backside now?) tightly.
"Got your golden legs and your fucking ass into gear, eh?"
97. Enthusiasm
Sena had been so very excited for this particular day, grinning and happily puttering about the house as he prepared himself (and Hiruma, who wasn't nearly as enthusiastic and more sullen than anything, really) for it.
So it was just his luck that he'd fallen sick, right as Kakei returned from abroad to visit.
"Apologies, but you really can't visit Sena," Hiruma yowled, smirking widely at Kakei at the doorway. "You see, he's really fucking sick; wouldn't want A-grade player Kakei sick too, now would we?"
A smug smirk was on his face as he slammed the door into the blue-eyed American footballer's face, returning to stalk back to his bedroom, where a sniffly and feverish Sena lay.
Or rather, a delightfully vulnerable Sena awaited.
98. Game
No, it wasn't just a game to him.
It was more than that.
Sena meant more to Hiruma than just a notch in his belt. Hell, he wouldn't have put up with him for all this time if he really had been just a notch—but that didn't mean that Hiruma had to tell him what he really felt, now did he?
99. Protection
It wasn't exactly a surprise when Sena found himself in the embrace of an overly protective Mamori, who was all but spitting at Hiruma in an attempt to protect him from the blond man. He couldn't help but compare her to Sasaki-san, who would do the exact same thing towards another man (Akaba, but everyone knew that that was a product of misdirected and misunderstood emotion)—but this wasn't the time to think about that.
Sighing softly at how he was trapped by his surrogate sister's startlingly strong grip, he sent Hiruma an apologetic smile, as if to ask for forgiveness for Mamori's behaviour. She wasn't usually this… venomous. But then again, he supposed it was because she'd found Hiruma pinning him against a wall in a position that could be seen as imposing and bully-like.
"Mamori-nee-chan…" Sena called out, trying to distract her. "Hiruma-kun didn't do anything wrong."
"What do you mean by that?" Mamori asked rather dangerously.
"Well… he's my boyfriend for one."
"WHAT?!"
100. Endings
Football had been their beginning, but the lack of it wouldn't be their end: Hiruma knew this for sure.
He would make their relationship something that would last even longer than a trophy or fame; Sena would love him without end, and in return, Hiruma would perhaps, possibly, maybe show him devotion that was equal—or greater.
(He'd never been much of a romantic, however; Sena would just have to fucking deal.)
A/N: And this is the end of this magnificent journey. Thank you so much for following this so far, and stay tuned for my next fic/drabble series!