Hi... Hope you like it :D FINALLY SOME SHIXSENA. But unfortunately I butchered all the characters. They're are soooo OOC


"So that's what I told him," Mamori said, straightening some papers on her desk. "I don't think he understood, so I'm going to clear it up as soon as possible."

Hiruma was having a field day, cackling like mad. He wiped a tear from his eye, "No, no, I wanna see where this goes."


Mamori had just explained that Sena still didn't know that Uke School was currently made up of teenage boys that wanted to get in his pants.

It was Saturday and Sena had always been attracted to sports, so it was no surprise when he dallied over to the track field. There were try outs being held, still, and he could see the excited faces of the athletes as they jogged and warmed up and stretched.

He scratched the back of knee. No, he couldn't. But still, observing wasn't so bad, right? But his heart was already pumping with excitement and he couldn't help it. The smell of excitement and grass and adrenaline had Sena's mouth watering- he wanted to join in.

"Sena-kun," he heard behind him. He turned and it was Shin giving Sena that odd greeting. "Are you planning to join the track team?"

"N-no, I can't."

"You seem to be an athlete- a runner."

"No! Um, not, I'm not," Sena said hastily and changed the subject. "Are you trying out for the track team, Shin-san?"

Shin shook his head and gestured a bit further to the left- the football field. "I joined the football team last year, and I'm going to continue to be on the team."

Sena saw Shin again, and everything made sense. Broad shoulders, well built, strong arms and legs. Football player definitely.

"You want to play don't you?" he asked, appraising Sena's flexing muscles, his quick breathing. But he also saw how Sena was hiding one leg behind the other, almost as of protecting it.

"Well, maybe a little…"

Shin nodded. "If you can't play, you should become the manager or secretary of the football team."

Sena cocked his head to the side. That didn't sound so bad, actually. He could see himself now, dressed in a sharp suit, hair slicked back, making important decisions, helping the football team… Okay, so the suit and hair cut was kind of dorky, even in his own mind, but being near a sport he loved?

And so the duo headed over to the football field. Shin had gotten here on a football scholarship, he informed Sena. Shin continued, saying how he intended to follow it to the end; it was going to be his major when he got to the college level at the school; and so forth.

Shin-san's smiling, Sena thought.

When they reached the field, Shin left to get changed into his uniform, leaving Sena to mill about.

"Hey, are you trying out?" Sena looked up to see a tall man with glasses point at him. "If so, you have to go sign up over there." Another point to where long line had formed by a table.

"Oh, n-no," Sena took in a deep breath, wanting to calm his nerves. "My name is Kobayakawa Sena, a-and I was looking to see if I could be the m-manager. I know I'm not much, I'm kinda scrawny especially compared to, uh…" Sena trailed off, and vaguely pointed around.

"You just pointed to everyone."

"…yes. But I work really hard! And I've been around football before so I would know-"

"That's enough," the man said, pushing his glasses up. He looked Sena up and down: large brown eyes, messy soft-looking hair, and lithe body. An idea started forming. "Usually, we would have a whole interview, but…" Takami thought for a moment. Having a pretty face around would be beneficial for the most part- give the team moral… He gave a sly look to some of the players who were blushing in Sena's direction. And we are short handed. "But…" he repeated, "we don't really have any other candidates. So, welcome to the team Sena-kun. I'm the assistant coach, Takami Ichiro, and the coach is still inside, handing out uniforms to the returning players. I'll tell him know we got the manager spot filled out."

Sena's eyes lit up. "I won't let you down," he said excitedly.

"Good, so if you'll help me over here…" Takami led them to the table that was swarmed with hopeful students, where a senior was trying to hand out forms and pens, looking very overwhelmed. "Why don't you help him?" With a gentle push, Takami sent Sena off to the empty chair next to older boy.

Before he could make a greeting to the senior next to him, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up; Shin.

"I, I got the position," Sena said, still looking up.

"Good. I guess we're going to be playing together then."

"B-but I'm the manager…" Sena somehow made it sound like a question.

Shin removed his hand softly but said nothing. Sena-kun will play soon, he thought, eyeing Sena's impatient legs, coursing with adrenaline. And the injury Sena had- and Shin was sure Sena had one- seemed to have been conquered by Sena's body already. It was in Sena's mind where the injury laid.

Takami, off in the distance stood next to the coach. Looks like Shin is seeing something else than just football in his vision. The question was how to use this information.


Somewhere, Hiruma stopped typing on his computer, looking puzzled. He had the odd feeling that he should be proud of another scheming person to emerge in the school.


Sena finished towel drying his hair the next morning, fresh out of the shower. It was earlier than Sena had gotten up in a while, a little after eight. But he had to get up early in order to get ready to go help with the try-outs. He had barely managed to pull on his shirt when Shin came out of the bathroom. Sena felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment: Shin was already shaving while he still hadn't hit his growth spurt. And the fact that Shin was bare-chested didn't have anything to do with it.

They walked out, and it was cooler than Sena had expected for summer and he wrapped his hands around his thin arms.

Wordlessly, Shin handed Sena his sweatshirt. Sena accepted it blindly, putting it on. He was drowning in it, the hem reaching a little more than half-way down his thighs, and Sena having to roll up the sleeves in order to use his fingers.

Shin could tell by the body language of Sena's friend that the guy was after more than just a friendly conversation.

He was standing too close to Sena, puffing his chest out, and, once, when he had ruffled Sena's hair, his fingers had lingered on Sena's hair for a moment too long. For some reason Shin could feel himself get annoyed at the person; his irritation increasing every time the other boy would brush Sena's arm or neck or side, always hiding the touch behind the excuse of getting some item right by Sena.

On some level, Sena seemed to be noticing too. Sena would try to shrug off the touch, his eyes clouding over with confusion and forced politeness.

("Sorry Sena-chan!")

("… I-it's okay Itou-san…")

Having enough of the intruder, because that's what this guy was, an intruder of personal space that was not wanted, Shin placed his hand on Sena's shoulder (with some satisfaction that Sena didn't shy away from him) and herded the both of them to an empty table. The dark haired guy was visibly off-put but kept away when he saw the glare that Shin was sending.

Sena lifted his eyes from his cereal, cheeks tinted pink. "T-thank you, Shin-san. I'm kind of relieved that Itou-san didn't come sit with us," Sena confided with a nervously. Something about that guy didn't suit Sena at all.

"As am I," Shin responded severely, a scowl on his face.

Sena let out a nervous smile because only Shin could look that deadly serious while eating scrambled egg whites.

"However, if you will be helping out as the manager, you should be eating better Sena-kun," Shin said, looking pointedly at Sena's food.

"Ah, I, I guess I should," Sena said, getting up and making his way back to the cafeteria buffet line. He got some strawberries, a bowl full of them, sadly skipping the sugar, when he was confronted by Itou.

"Hello again Sena-chan," Itou said, positioning himself so that he blocked Sena from the few people in the cafeteria. He stretched out an arm, all but blocking Sena's exits. "If that ass hadn't rudely separated us earlier we might've finished our chat." He let out a cheeky smile, probably wanting to seem charming.

Sena's eyes narrowed slightly. "Shin-san is my friend."

"Ah, don't pout Sena-chan," he said and Sena wondered when he had given permission to use his given name. Itou continued, licking his cracked lips: "You know, I'm sure I'd make a much better friend," Itou oozed out, eyes closing and leaning forward.

Sena looked up blankly and blinked. Why are his lips puckered? He backed away on instinct.

That's when Shin's large shadow fell on them. He took Itou by the shoulder and pushed him aside, at the same time picking Sena up and over Itou's tumbling body, getting a small 'eep' from Sena.

"I suggest you leave Sena-kun alone when it concerns who he would like to be friends with," Shin said, a threat thick under every word that caused even Sena to grow pale.

Itou was left a shivering pile of cries. All the cries were occupied by him.

Sena looked cautiously up at Shin, taking in his glower. I bet Shin-san finds me annoying now, Sena thought. On the way back to the table, Sena worried his lower lip as he played the scene over in his head. Trying to lighten Shin up, Sena said: "I-I'm not exactly sure what was happening back there, but-"

"He was trying to kiss you." That left a bitter taste in Shin's mouth.

"I- EXCUSE ME?" Sena sputtered. "What did you-? N-no, Itou-san couldn't have been doing that, we're- we're friends!" Sena slumped into his seat; eyes wide and re-evaluating his whole life. That's… no, no, Shin-san has to be wrong, that would be silly… Regardless of Itou's intentions, Sena had relief wash over him. He had dodged a bullet there. Thanks to Shin. Shin the knight-in-shining-armor. Sena let out a laugh at the thought of Shin, all dressed in chain-link mail, coming to his aid. He was much too tired this morning. He was going crazy.

"What is so amusing Sena-kun?"

Maybe still high off the relief, or maybe loopy from not being used to getting up so early, Sena answered with the truth: "I just- just thought that- if what you thought- was true, that you acted l-like my," and this is where Sena's brain actually kicked in, and his brain was starting to regret ever speaking, but Shin did look interested and he already had gotten this far so he might as well continue and the worst that Shin could do was not like anymore, right? And, okay, that didn't sit well with Sena, but he was more than half-way through his sentence- had he already mentioned that?- so on Sena forged: "Like, my knight-in-shining-armor." Cue Sena blushing because wow that sounded geeky.

Shin, for his part, looked out a window, and let out a low chuckle. Sena's blush deepened but since it didn't look like Shin was laughing at him, he enjoyed the rest of his breakfast quietly.


It was when they were putting away their dishes that Shin said they should be on their way to the field.

Sena trotted behind Shin on the sidewalk until they made it to the football field. There some guys stretching, some putting on the rest of their gear, some talking amongst themselves. A few heads turned interestedly at Sena, much to the younger boy's obliviousness.

Takami walked up to Sena, pushing his glasses. "Well, Sena-kun, this is the tryouts." Takami looked over Sena's shoulders and barked some orders at the idling players. "Warm up idiots!" Takami sighed and pushed up his gasses. He looked down a Sena with a cheery smile. "Let's see if you can be competent here, eh?"

"R-right!" Sena said excitedly. He could feel adrenaline pumping through his veins, his leg muscles tightening. Stop it, Sena chided himself. You're not playing, there's no need for that. Now, just go and help.

Sena walked over to the large cooler and started to fill paper cups for the players, setting them out on the table. Next to him, a line was forming of football players that, by the look of them, were very thirsty. So very thirsty.

But not for water.

Sena, always pleasant, gave out cup after cup until he was told to go and hand out slips of paper for them to sign or other miscellaneous items, like cleats or binding tape. He looked at the electronic watch that was on the sign-up table. It was twenty past ten, but only physicals had been done- none of the actually try outs.

What's dragging this out? As if to answer his silent question:

"Sena-kun! Can you come over here please?" He heard Takami yell out from across the field.

Sena raced over, weaving his way through the various football players, passing by Shin who seemed to be doing one fingered push-ups. Some of them are monsters, Sena thought nervously avoiding some of the more brawny players.

"Yes, Takami-san?"

"We're going to start the forty yard run, but it seems we have an unwelcome visitor," Takami said glasses bright as he gently pointed over his shoulder. Underneath the thick shade of some clustered trees was a tall man with a video camera looking through the chain-link fence to a far corner, away from where they were standing. Right at Shin, almost. It looked like they either didn't know they were caught or didn't care.

"Who are they?" Sena asked, tilting his head.

"A spy," Takami said. "He's probably seeing if he can persuade any players to join his team." At least there's only one. He shot a look down at Sena who was helping tape the hand of a blushing player, who after much stammering had shambled up to Sena for help. Sena who was thin and soft looking. Takami let out a tiny little smirk. Oh, this was good. "Sena-kun," Takami said, garnering Sena's attention. "Sometimes managers have other duties other than attending to the players."

Sena blinked owlishly, letting go of the player. "Like what?"

"Well, they might also spy on other teams, or in some cases stop spies."

"Oh…kay…" Another blink.

"And this would be a case of the latter. Now, why don't you go and, er, distract our spy over there?" Another point at the man who was still not looking at them.

"Oh," Sena murmured, still confused. He had an odd feeling he was talking to that Hiruma character again. He shrugged it off. "H-how?"

Takami chewed on the question for a moment. Sena was playing into his hands. And having Sena gone would get the players to concentrate on the actual try out.

(Most players kept getting whiplash whenever Sena would crouch to pick up boxes of supplies.)

Good, good. "Well, ask him to go eat with you or something."

"B-but I've already eaten," Sena protested. Sena certainly did not want to go eat with a random person, who was a spy, no less.

Takami decided to play the 'Sena you're a good person but you won't do this shame on you' card, and he suspected it would have a high chance of working. "Oh, alright Sena-kun. Other managers would do it, but if you don't want to help the team that is fine as well."

"S-sorry! I didn't mean to come off as… um, well if it was for the team, then I guess-"

"Wonderful. Return after lunch, around one. We'll be done by then."

"B-but what should I say?" Sena sputtered.

"Oh, I don't think it really matters." Takami said coyly as he nudged Sena in the spy's direction. He doubted there would be many males alive who would resist an invitation from Sena. Maybe not even Shin, he thought when Shin gave a rather dark look at Sena's figure approaching the other male. He let out a smirk, not unlike Hiruma's- if tamer-, and started shouting for the players to get in line, stopwatch in his hand.

Sena tumbled quickly to where the other boy was. Getting a closer look, Sena could tell that he was a student, despite how well built he was, dark wavy hair framing his face.

"E-excuse me," Sena stuttered, tentatively stepping closer to the stranger.

The man turned around, a sheepish smile on his face. My my, it appears I've been caught. He opened his eyes and his smile instantly turned charming at the sight of Sena. Oh, he thought, looking down at an incredibly short boy wearing an over-sized sweatshirt.

Oh, indeed.

"I'm Yamato Takeru," he said smoothly, shutting the camera and putting it away in his pocket and Sena half-expected the chain-link fence to melt so that Yamato could reach his hand out in greeting.

"Ah, y-yes. I'm Kobayakawa Sena," oh, he has a nice smile, "and I'm really s-sorry but you can't watch- I mean, you can't be here, not to be rude or- or anything! But, it's just, well when, when the season starts we'd-"

Aw, how adorable. "Of course, but surely you can pardon me. I was just… scouting out the competition," another cheery smile. Yamato leaned in closer, hands over the edge of the railing, resting his head on the fence.

"R-right, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave-"

"So, are you their manager?" Yamato asked casually.

"Huh? Oh, yes, I am, but you really can't-"

"How about a break, then? I saw you working pretty hard over there." Among all those hormonal idiots. No need to mention how half the video in his pocket was Sena running around, hot and bothered. Nope.

"A break?" Sena asked. Was this his chance to get Yamato away from the try outs? Just as Sena opened his mouth, Yamato interrupted again.

"Sure, I could take you to breakfast, it's still pretty early."

"Oh, well I guess that would be… good?" Sena had no idea what he was doing, but oh well. For the team.

"Glad you accepted, Sena-kun! Shall we be off?" And without waiting for an answer, or being deterred by Sena's lack of enthusiasm, Yamato backed up a couple paces and then jumped the fence.

The sudden jump surprised Sena who, in situations that required fight-or-flight responses, (Sena leaning heavily on the flight side) jumped back, landing on the grass. He's a monster too, Sena thought, eyes wide and reassessing the whole situation. The fence was almost six feet tall- and while this Yamato person was taller than the fence- that was still a killer jump. He's not a manager like I am. He's… he's a football player. A good one.

"Now, let's ditch these bums shall we?" Another blinding smile. Sena cocked his head to the side at the contradiction.

"Er," was all Sena had to offer as he looked at the arm that Yamato had wrapped around his shoulder.

Shin's eyes darkened at the sight from across the field and tackled a player more roughly than he had planned, to Takami's complaint.

Being a college town, the city was filled with both quaint little shops and fancy museums and restaurants. Yamato decided to go with the latter. A twenty-minute walk and he led them to some French restaurant.

Yamato was half through the door when he noticed the brunette wasn't next to him. "Sena-kun?"

Sena took one look at the inside of the restaurant, adults dressed in fancy dresses, jewels, and suits. "Yamato-san, I can't enter looking like this." He pointed to his sweatshirt and shorts and sneakers.

All Yamato saw were large dark eyes and pale skin and full lips. "You look fine Sena-kun, now come," he said, adding a boyish smile.

Sena nodded his head fervently and shakily maintained his stance. Yamato's eyebrow quirked. He could pick Sena up and drag the boy in… which was tempting. But he relented.

"Alright Sena-kun. On one condition," he held up a finger, "you owe me."

"…okay."

Yamato turned on his heal and sauntered to the opposite of where they'd come.

"it's gonna be a while," Yamato informed Sena as they waited for the subway. "If you want a restaurant for you attire, we're gonna have to go across town, and the traffic's pretty heavy."

"I don't mind," Sena said, actually meaning it, as they stepped into the train. It was crowded, and Yamato and Sena had to squish together in order to fit- early lunch rush apparently.

Yamato hummed contently, grabbing onto one of the handle bars at the top. He saw Sena try to do the same only to come incredibly short, and the taller smiled. "Why don't you hold onto me?" he suggested.

Sena blushed a bit, but when the train lurched and sent Sena careening into Yamato, he held tight to his arm. Yamato let out a content smile at how easy this was.

Another twenty minutes later, they had made it to the other side of town. Yamato headed for a plaza, the sidewalk bright under their feet.

"I think it might be too late for breakfast, how about lunch?"

Sena nodded and that's when he realized something. "S-sorry," he apologized, finally letting go of Yamato's arm.

The taller boy instantly missed the contact.

Yamato being stopped in front of a small restaurant that was mostly empty- the customers apparently being fonder of the bigger, flashier, greasier joints around. Yamato held the door open and Sena scratched his cheek, but entered anyway.

Tthe restaurant was pleasant and cozy. Different, and stunning in the sun, a large stained-glass window took up most of the wall facing the street and tinted the place in soft oranges and golds, except were the red-rimmed window gave way to scarlet patterns.

Moments later, Sena was shifting uncomfortably; acutely aware that he was having lunch with a complete stranger who kept smiling at him and had already paid for their orders with a shiny black credit card that he had given to an overly friendly waitress.

"Er, Yamato-san, you don't have to do this," Sena said and adjusted the vase that was sitting on a cream table cloth, a single magnolia flower in it. But Yamato just waved his hand and sent a smile at Sena. Sena, in turn, shyly reciprocated, not knowing how to react to the situation.

"So," Yamato began, with a spread of his large hand. It was time to get the basics before he asked for Sena's hand in marriage- wait. What. "How old are you?"

Sena shifted again. Whereas Shin was blunt, Yamato was charmingly invasive. But, never a rude person, Sena answered, "S-sixteen."

Yamato's smile widened and Sena could've sworn he heard the waitress gasp at the sparkles Yamato was radiating.

Too low for Sena to hear, Yamato sighed out, "Jesus Christ, this is perfect." He lifted his eyes to meet Sena's doe eyes, his gaze confused. Sena took a breadstick at his stomachs command and started chewing on it.

He looked at Sena over his cup with fond eyes. Idly, his brain picked out how Sena looked like a hamster when he munched on the bread, his cheeks puffing out. He wondered how the brunette's cheeks would look like with something else filling them-

This kid, Yamato thought, stopping short. He swallowed when he noted how small Sena's hands were. This kid is going to be the end of me.

Just when Yamato felt himself about to start blushing when he noticed how long Sena's eyelashes were, especially against his creamy skin, the waitress came and set their plates in front of them from a dark green tray. Pasta for both of them; Sena deciding to only drink water and coffee for himself.

Sena twirled his fork in the spaghetti, a surprised noise of happiness coming from the back of his throat at the good taste.

Yamato coughed into his coffee. This is dangerous, Yamato thought because this cute little manager went to a rival high school- one notorious for being a hit and miss school; good a couple years, crap the next few ones, and especially notorious for their Dean, who was extremely possessive of his students. Ah, well, I can at least enjoy the company.

He stabbed some ravioli and popped it in his mouth, looking out the window. He saw Sena's faint reflection in it. His small frame looking tiny compared to his. Yamato liked how he saw them- together, having lunch (was this a date? He hoped it was), and he pictured many more dates in the future. And when this one ended, he would definitely cash in the favor Sena owed him. Yamato would be the first one to claim his lips and then they would go further-

"How- how are you liking your school?" Yamato asked, wanting to lead his mind down a different path.

"It's very nice. Though it's surprising how few people are majoring in the ukulele for a school called Uke School," Sena said in a conspiratorial tone.

It was Yamato's turn to blink at Sena. He couldn't be so dense… could he? Yamato cleared his throat. "You're joking right? I mean you didn't seriously think…" Yamato trailed off and looked at Sena's earnest eyes. Maybe he could… "And your classmates?" Yamato cringed- he sounded like a persistent mother trying to get answers from their child.

"Oh, they're all very nice but, well, they have a bad sense of direction."

Yamato raised an eyebrow, his smile fading. "How so?"

"I know it can't be their fault," Sena said hurriedly for the benefit of the others, "but whenever I ask directions to a class or a building they always seem to steer me to their dorms…"

"Ah."

"And when I'm in the shower too!" Sena said, getting more and more confident as he told Yamato about all the quirks of the students. "I-I guess they can't hear me in the shower because they get in the stall, or, well, try to, it has those double doors and the shower door locks but I'm sure it's not their fault because it's early and they're tired but it's a bit annoying I have to say. And sometimes even- even my clothes are missing so I have to walk around half… half naked with this small towel and…"

Yamato stood up, stopping Sena's rambles. He took his cup of coffee, downed it one gulp, and he wanted to chuck it out of the window and then ram the shards of ceramic and broken glass down his throat or the throats of the lucky bastards at Sena-kun's school or maybe both because he got it, he understood that Sena was dense and attractive and sweet and he was in a school of hormonal idiots with unbelievable luck but. Come. On.

"You don't say?" Yamato seethed out, his smile plastered onto his face as he tried to keep from crying, a dark aurora emanating from him. Quite a sight, actually. A quick nod from the oblivious brunette in front of him and Yamato was twenty seconds from exploding and cursing the gods, because-

"But Shin-san is very nice. He even lent me his, his s-sweatshirt," Sena half murmured, cheeks tinting pink for some reason unknown to Sena. It didn't go unnoticed by Yamato.

Sitting back down, he asked, "Who's Shin?" Yamato's eyes scanned Sena's sweatshirt, and how it was too big for Sena. Sena seemed the sensible sort and getting something so large wouldn't fit with Sena's persona so that meant that of course that Shin guy lent it to him because why not? Yamato ground his teeth, surprised at the jealousy forming in his stomach.

"He's my roommate," Sena replied, all cheery and happy faced. "Oh! If you get out that camera I can show him to you on the video."

Except most of the video is of grass and you bending over. "Aha, ha, ha, maybe we shouldn't…" Yamato said, sweating bullets. He wasn't a creep, honest, but whatever chances he had with Sena would go up in flames if the smaller boy saw a whole montage of him.

But Sena, on a whim of bravery, or a mean streak from the gods, reached over to get the camera from the Yamato's side of the table, When did that get there?!, but Yamato was quicker and picked it up, holding it over his head. "No no, Sena-kun, it's alright, you don't have to-"

But of course Sena got that determined little look in his eyes- and oh god when had Yamato even noticed Sena's subtle mood changes, he'd only met him not even an hour ago-

And Sena stood up, and pushed his chair back and of course the waitress decided to come then with the creamer and something more, judging by the exaggerated sway in her hips and how her shirt had been unbuttoned revealing her cleavage- and she's at least eight years older than me-

But back to Sena's chair that decided to acquaint itself rather intimately with the waitress' shoe- And so the creamer tilted and spilled on Sena's hair, seeping down to his face, and it rolled past Sena's cheeks- who had the most shocked expression Yamato had ever seen in his life-

And Yamato hoped that he wasn't blushing because wow, if those white rivers against Sena's cheeks and pink lips weren't suggestive, Yamato didn't know what was.

Somewhere between innuendoes and Sena licking his lips- Yamato's brain stopped working at that- the waitress fell on the floor and was reduced to a pile of startled sounds.

"E-eh?" Sena let out. He looked down at his- Shin's- sweatshirt which now had thick drops of cream splattered on it. Sena frowned a bit. Now Shin-san is going to think that I don't care about his stuff, he thought. He looked up at Yamato, eyes wide, and cheeks pink, with very evocative white streaks near his lips and Yamato decided to lean down, slowly, eyes closing…

However, the waitress decided to intrude. "Ah, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to spill it on you- er, not that I meant to spill it on anyone," she said turning around to give Yamato a meaningful look.

(Was Yamato-san trying to…? He was doing the same things that happened earlier with Itou-san. N-no, that… no, Yamato and I only met so-)

To be honest, the blonde waitress had hoped to spill it on the tall boy, despite him wearing a very fancy uniform but whatever, so that she could escort him to the back where him stripping his shirt would lead to passionate love making but nooooo, she had to spill it on his- what? Little brother? - Anyways.

"I'll bring towels right away!" she continued as she picked up the creamer that hadn't broken.

"T-thank you, and it's okay, I didn't get hurt, so there's no need to apologize," Sena said, hands out as if to comfort the waitress.

And then Yamato (who straightened from his still in leaning position and wondered where this all went wrong) said, "Here, Sena-kun, let's try to get you cleaned up." Yamato reached for some napkins, and had a charming smile on his face as he thought about dead puppies because he was cleaning Sena up with napkins in order to remove a white substance from the younger boy's mouth and he's trying not to get turned on. Sena nodded, letting Yamato wipe the napkin on his cheeks; meanwhile, he was using the wet towel the waitress had given him to clean his hair.

Sena-kun has really soft skin, Yamato thought when his fingers brushed against Sena's jaw. Sena pulled away a bit, and Yamato turned sheepish again.

After the waitress had finished cleaning up the spilled cream on the floor, she leaned suggestively low against the table, her chest clearly visible, and the edges of her bra's trim showing. She hummed out, "Is there anything I can do to make it up for you?" The question was directed only at Yamato.

He saw the white piece of paper in the blonde's hand, but too bad for her, because at that point Sena chose to take off the sweatshirt, his shirt riding up with it which left Yamato with the image of the sliver of skin of Sena's hips and stomach. The light was shining off of Sena's ruffled brown hair, a golden halo, and he looked completely disheveled.

But, suave as always, Yamato only blinked twice before answering smoothly with a toothpaste-commercial worthy smile, "More coffee for me and more milk for Sena-kun."

The waitress left, but not before casually (read: not) placing the piece of paper next to Yamato.

"What's that?" Sena asked, pointing curiously at the slip of paper. He had tied the sweatshirt around his hips and was leaning on the table- almost the same way the waitress had done a few seconds ago. However, Sena's intentions were innocent and so of course Yamato fell dumbstruck.

"Er," he unfolded the paper. Yup, her number, complete with a scribble saying 'call me' and a heart.

Sena's eyes turned reverent. Yamato-san is so cool, Sena thought. "That's amazing! How did you manage to get it? You only talked to her for a bit."

Could it be that Sena was straight? God, please no. "Charisma," Yamato said, his go-to answer. But he was bitter, because if Sena was straight then… But Sena was looking up at him like he was some kind of idol so was this a win-lose situation?

Yamato didn't care anymore. He leaned back in his chair, tilting it back. With too much force.

"Umf-!" Yamato grunted when he landed on his back.

The waitress, seeing her chance of getting some- jumped over the counted to reach the fallen boy, but she was too late. Sena beat her to Yamato's side and was helping him get up. She pouted and trudged back to the cash register, her head full of woes and headed to alleyway for a smoke. She was so done with high school boys.

"A-are you alright Yamato-san?" Sena asked, kneeling next to Yamato, after getting the taller boy in a sitting position. Yamato was more stunned than hurt, and Sena's gentle pats were too much. He took Sena in his arms and hugged him closely. "Y-yamato-san?"

He breathed in deeply, smelling a thick musk that was definitely not Sena's. It was that stupid Shin's smell on Sena.

Yamato let out a sigh and let go. "Sorry Sena-kun," he said, smiling despite himself. Sena was too sweet. "I'm fine, just… I'm fine."

Sena shrugged out of Yamato's embrace with a blush on his face. He looked up and saw that the clock read 12:29.

"I think that I should go back now…" Sena got up, and offered Yamato a hand.

"I guess so," Yamato said, standing up with Sena's aid. He wrapped an arm around the brunette and they made their way to the train.


"So Sena, how about I claim what you owe me," Yamato purred, all mischief once they were on the football field again.

"Okay," Sena said, taking out his wallet.

"No, I have a better idea."

"What?" Why was Yamato leaning…? No Yamato wouldn't… He wasn't going to…

And just like that, Sena disappeared from under Yamato. Yamato stood straight again, annoyance in his amber eyes.

And lo and behold, it was Shin

(and how did Yamato know it was Shin? Because he had taken the sweatshirt from around Sena's hips- hands lingering mind you, stupid bloke)

who was dragging a confused and blinking Sena away. "G-good bye Yamato-san!" he called out, waving.

"Bye Sena-kun," Yamato replied, glaring. Shin turned around and returned the favor. My my, seems there's completion for him too.

As had happened to Akaba, Yamato ended up cursing up a storm when he realized he hadn't gotten Sena's number. But that was just an extra reason to go back. And Sena still owed him…

Yamato liked where this was going.


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