Hiruma and Agon made love the entire morning.

Hiruma couldn't even remember how many positions Agon fucked him inside. He flipped him over on his stomach, fucking him from the back. This must've been their third or fourth time. Hiruma lost count. All he could feel was Agon's member moving in and out of him, his lover above his body, groaning, gasping his name.

Agon laid his head down on Hiruma's back and fucked him harsh from there, pressing his dick into Hiruma's body, holding him. Hiruma let him. He was on his stomach. He looked back, once, seeing his lover move inside him, harsh, before he shut his eyes.

" You like that…? " Agon asked him, pressuring into him, violent. Hiruma nodded. Agon smacked his ass, biting a knob on his neck, groaning. He rubbed his body.

Hiruma let him smack his ass how ever many times he wanted. He felt Agon's hand wrap around his neck from below, snaking upon him, gripping the sides of his throat. Hiruma moaned, feeling it tighten, gripping him.

"Yes…!" Hiruma choked out, gasping for air. Agon fucked him from behind. " My Agonne…!"

Agon had been this way with him all morning, horny, wanting more of him each time, slapping his ass...! Hiruma moaned out, Agon releasing his hold on his neck, gripping his wrist tight, holding him down.

" You want that…? " Agon had asked him, slow, drawing out a breath. Hiruma nodded his head, eyes blotting with tears, biting his lip. Agon smacked him. Hiruma gasped.

It was still the hottest thing to see Hiruma in action, Agon thought to himself, smirking. His lips were parted. His earrings clanked together. His cheeks were flushed with red and his ass was tilted towards him…! What more could he want?

He kissed Hiruma's neck, smoothing a hand over him, rubbing his body, stroking it. He tilted him upward and began to fuck again, releasing his hold on Hiruma's wrist, standing tall, proud, on his knees, biting his lip, almost laughing to himself.

This felt so good …! He almost laughed to himself, cackling. Oh, Hiruma's body . What a pleasure thing that was. He couldn't even begin to describe the amount of pleasure Hiruma gave him. Just him there turned him on …!

" Oh, I'm gonna finish you… " Agon said to him, licking down his back, gazing upward at Hiruma's eye turned to face him. Hiruma bit his lip, nodding. " I'm gonna fuck you till the end of your days… " He gripped his wrist again. " Hiruma. "

Hiruma nodded. " Finish me…! " he said, begging, pleading, feeling Agon's dick in him. He almost moaned. All he could do was sag against the bed sheets, feeling Agon in him, his strong thrusts carrying his body with powerful movements…!

He felt the semen seep into him. He moaned, looking upward into the sky, begging Agon in hysterics to just end him…! His claws arched.

Agonne came.

Hiruma froze, feeling Agon's warm cum enter his body, shivering. He nodded his head, feeling Agon's hands grip his waist, loosening their grasp from his wrist, holding him. Agon carried out his impulses in harsh, slow, dragged moans, feeling within him.

He pulled out. Hiruma clenched the sheets, feeling Agon exit, every ridge, every muscle, every throb exiting his body. His body went limp.

Agon licked him. He licked within him slow, lapping him like a dog, moaning to himself, gripping his ass.

" Yes…! " Hiruma cried out, moaning, feeling him slap him. " Yes…! Auh! My Agonne…! "

Agonne pulled away after a couple minutes. He kissed Hiruma's back, finishing him, before he set his head down, moving upon him, over the sheets. He fingered him rough, enticing his hole, causing him to drip, arousing him. Hiruma moved his hand down. He began to feel himself, jerking off, Agon's hand coming down to meet his, moving above his own.

Agon stroked Hiruma harsh, causing him to groan, invoking him. Hiruma nodded, feeling Agon's fingers enter and exit his body, shaking,near coming.

" Agonne! " Hiruma cried out, shutting his eyes. " Auh…! " He let out a long moan, Agon's hand palming him tight, stroking, milking him as he came, into the palms of their hands. Agon soothed his body.

Hiruma calmed. He let Agon touch him, caressing his skin, brushing his knuckles upon it, gentle. Agon kissed his back lightly in several spaces, feeling him, running his palms down the sides of his thighs, exploring him.

Hiruma let him. He nodded his head, breathing harsh, breath calming, Agon soothing him, appeasing him. He nodded.

Agon stopped.

"That was great…" Agon grinned, whispering in Hiruma's ear. He smiled, tugging on the earring there, making a playful growl. Hiruma grinned. "Baby."

He ran his nose down Hiruma's spine, feeling him. He hummed, nuzzling it against his shoulders, breathing. Hiruma felt the hand near his stomach, treading from his waist, under his belly. He held it.

"Never in my life have I met a man and let him do this to me," Hiruma said to him, speaking up. His voice was parched. From the moans. And howls. "I need you to cherish that, My Agonne. I love you, My Fucking Dread."

Agon came over his lips, brushing them across his, soft. He rubbed him. Hiruma nodded, kissing him again, light.

"That's why…" Hiruma licked into his mouth, pulling away. "We have to win. No matter what."

He gripped Agon's hand underneath his stomach.

He looked at him.

"Yeah," Agon nodded, hair black, eyes golden, "We've no choice but to now, trash. I'll kill you if we don't get to the Rice Bowl, because you act like a trash." He grinned, laughing. "Kukuku…"

He got up from the bed, stroking his fingers through his hair. He smacked Hiruma's ass as he did, his lover tilting it towards him, biting on the tip of his index finger playfully, laughing. Agon cleaned himself up.

He looked in the refrigerator for food after he did, hungry, scratching his stomach. Hiruma was still in bed. He had fallen asleep.

Agon looked off into the distance. He remembered his dad.

He shut the refrigerator door. He came against Hiruma in bed, hopping on him. He tilted his neck and ran his nose down Hiruma's, grinning.

"Kukuku… wake up." Agon laughed, telling him. He shoved his shoulder, light. "I want to go outside." He laughed again. "Get up."

Hiruma smiled, turning around to see him, twisting his torso. He rubbed Agon's scalp with his fingers, combing them through it, nails stroking him.

"Okay," Hiruma said, tired. "That means," He yawned, "You'll have to get your stuff and pack. Breakfast will be ready by the time you're done."

Agon stopped smiling. He frowned. He didn't look at Hiruma.

"Agonne." Hiruma said.

Agon didn't answer.

" Agonne ," Hiruma said, more stern. Agon frowned deeper, scowling. "You'll have to go. Today's," He yawned again, "the Day."

He smiled.

His eyes looked at Agon, weary. Hiruma was tired. His lids thinned. Despite that, he still wore a smile on his face, stroking Agon, touching his cheek.

Agon put his head down, placing it against Hiruma's chest, sighing. He didn't want to go. Today was the Day. He would go to leave to train with Shin in the mountains on Mt. Fuji. Agon didn't want to go. He never did.

Hiruma looked at him. Agon doesn't want to leave. He said to himself, figuring it out. He stroked Agon's hair, feeling him sigh against him, tired, sad. Hiruma breathed deep.

"It's okay, my Agonne…" Hiruma said to him, shutting his eyes. He leaned his head back against the pillow, seeing it begin to rain outside. The clouds stormed. "You can… just sleep with me instead."

He yawned.

Agon almost laughed, seeing him. Hiruma was too tired to catch his thoughts. He smirked. Hiruma wanted him to stay, too.

Hiruma touched him, feeling Agon begin to rise out of bed. "Don't leave." he ordered. Agon stilled. He was being playful, he realized. Hiruma laughed. "Kekeke."

"Or what?" Agon snarled back, grinning. He came against him in bed, gripping his wrist once Hiruma turned over on his back, letting Agon come over him. He kissed his neck. "You can't do shit."

He humped Hiruma's lower member, groaning, growing horny. He sucked on his nipple, placing his head down on him, whimpering.

"Oh, you're so hot …" he groaned to him, almost in a moan, eyes looking up to gaze Hiruma in the face, growing hazel. He continued to hump, moaning. "I just want to do you over and over again until I can't stop …"

He began to whine, tightening his grip on Hiruma's wrist, causing Hiruma to squirm, moaning. Precum seeped out both their tips. Agon moved against him, head down, moaning, dreads covering his face in a mop against Hiruma. Hiruma let him.

He leaned his head back and let Agon do him, hair falling onto the pillow sheets, huffing, in a daze. He shut his eyes, and in a breath, let Agon onto him, grabbing his dick, pumping his member strong, stroking him against him, slicking him slow with his own, thrusting malignant.

Hiruma's body moved. He scraped the sheets beside him, claws digging into the fabric, Agon letting him go, holding his thighs over his shoulders, progressing. Hiruma sighed, feeling Agon's intimacy grow, Agon kissing his stomach, nodding into it.

Cum leaked from Hiruma. Agon licked it, spreading Hiruma's legs, moving upon his member, rubbing it. Hiruma pressed his hands into Agon's thick hair and held him, feeling Agon begin to lap, probing, looking upward for answer.

Hiruma nodded.

Agon took his length in whole, holding him, beginning to suck, deep throating, groaning with each stroke, dragging the curves of his mouth over Hiruma's member, lips curling at the slickness.

" Uh… " Hiruma turned his head towards the side, feeling him move. Against him. To him. " Agonne… "

His eyes lobbed backward as Agon did him, continuing, sucking, dragging him in deep, whimpering. Hiruma nodded.

When they finished, Agon fell asleep. He laid against the pillows to the rain falling outside, quiet. Hiruma looked at him near his side, tired, eyes in a daze, rubbing his cheek with his hand, stroking him.

Agon had a hard time falling asleep without him. He didn't want him to go. Hiruma had to convince him that he wasn't going anywhere, and stroked the side of his face until he did, falling asleep, dipping his head. Saliva dripped from the side of his mouth.

He was dead.

This was the most he would see of him, today. It wasn't going to get any better. Agon didn't have his medication. Today was Friday. Tuesday had passed when they were in the hospital. Agon had chosen to stay with him during that time, instead of going to get his medication, to make sure Hiruma was going to be okay.

Hiruma had said those words to him at that time.

"I don't want to be alone."

Hiruma had said this to him in the hospital when he was under aesthetic, and for Agon, sitting next to him, laying beside his body, looking at his sunlit face, he wasn't going to leave him alone. Not ever, He held his hand. Not ever again will he leave Hiruma alone…!

Agon had been so determined to protect Hiruma at that time that he didn't want to leave him alone. He didn't… He sniffled in his sleep. He didn't want Hiruma being alone…!

Hiruma looked at him. Agon was sniffling in his sleep. Hiruma held him. He rubbed the side of his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb, smiling weakly. Sunlight shone in their room.

"Agonne," he spoke, aloud.

Agonne woke up. He looked at Hiruma. His eyes were hazel. They looked like gold in the room light. Hiruma laughed.

"I have an idea, kekeke…" he drawled out, sleepy, tired, laughing to him. He cackled dryly. Agon looked at him.

"What?" he asked. Had he been sleeping…? "What is it?"

"Coffee." Hiruma said.

He rolled out of the bed. He put on Agon's white t-shirt that looked big on him over his bony shoulders, making his way over to the counter, and pulled out a pitcher. Agon laughed, seeing his t-shirt on him.

"You look like a trash," he said to him, laughing. "Ku… look at you. Just a big baby in your father's shirt."

Hiruma smirked. "Hm." he laughed. "That so, Daddy?"

He looked at him. Agon almost spat, snorting, sitting up in bed. The comforters hung from his waist. "Damn trash," he said, sitting up further. He looked at him. "You're just a big momma's boy about football. You know we're going to win this damn tournament, right…?"

Hiruma looked at the cutting board in front of him. "You think so?" he asked him. "Agon?" He sliced lemons. Agon didn't answer. He only looked off into the distance, elbow resting on his knee.

"... Yeah," he said, sighing through his nostrils. "I… do."

Hiruma looked at him. He stopped slicing the lemons.

"You… are the only man," he said, "that I can see… as my Vice Captain." He looked at Agon. His eyes were a light shimmer, almost like the ripple across a Japanese pond. "I don't think... I will ever have a Vice Captain… as good as you. Agon."

He continued slicing. Agon smirked.

"...You took the words right out of my mouth." He said. "...Hiruma."

Hiruma smirked. He continued slicing the lemons, smiling warmly to himself. The sunlight made him look beautiful. His blond hair almost seemed like a golden light, shimmering off of him, in his radiant beauty.

"I want to take you somewhere today," he said to Agon, that morning, soon after. He had started squeezing the lemons into the pitcher, taking out their seeds. Agon watched him. Hiruma looked like he was having fun. "Agon."

"Where?" Agon asked him. He continued to watch Hiruma, making lemonade. "Even though you said you'd make coffee, you never did in the end, kukuku. Just can't trust you trashes, can I?" He leaned on his back, folding his arms behind his head. He blew out air. "Ku~! Just proves my predictions, kukuku…."

"You sure?" Hiruma nodded his head towards the left of the counter at the coffee brewing near him, arousing the sweet smell in the air. Agon looked up in alert. He saw what Hiruma was making.

"You're making lemonade." He figured out, seeing Hiruma start on his snack. He brought it to them soon enough, sitting himself down beside him in bed, holding two glasses, handing one to Agon.

"Here," Hiruma said, handing it to him. He held his own in his hand. "This is for you, Agonne." With weary eyes, he drunk from his own lemonade with a straw, cackling. "American Recipe."

Agon looked at him. "You did this, for us…" he said, shocked. Hiruma continued sucking through his straw, holding it with his pinkie up.

"There's somewhere I want to take you today," Hiruma said to him again, breaking away. He looked at him. "My Agonne."

His tongue traced his teeth. Agon bit his lip. He hadn't even drunk his drink yet and he was already thirsty.

"Mm…" He stroked himself underneath the sheets, looking at him. "Not like that,"

Hiruma laughed. "There will be time for that later, my Agonne." Hiruma said to him. "But, first, we must, of course, visit that place."

Agon stopped. "That place…?" he asked.

Hiruma took him to a gun shop.

Agon wore a shredded sleeveless basketball logo tee that was black and had loose fringe towards the bottom and jeans, with socks and slides. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, lopping around his shoulders. He looked at Hiruma.

Hiruma wore a Yeezy for President faded T-shirt and black leggings, with Nike Lebron 13 25k Point Club shoes, lounging a gun on his shoulder.

"...Huh?" Agon looked at the guns around him, on the shelves, pinned against the wall, on display. They were everywhere. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. They were black lenses. "Ah? The hell are we here for, baby…?"

"To buy me some new guns…" Hiruma laughed out, looking at the displays, licking his teeth. The Shopkeeper came out. Hiruma grinned.

"Come to clean us out again, heh…?" The shopkeeper asked him, chuckling wearily, seeing Hiruma. Hiruma nodded.

"I brought my boyfriend with me, this time." Hiruma looked at Agon, gesturing to him a few paces back, looking up, hearing his name. "Agonne say hi, kekeke."

Agon grunted. He turned around. Hiruma cackled, holding his stomach, hearing Agon curse at him in Japanese.

"He likes you," he told the Shopkeeper behind his hand, amused.

"No, I don't!" Agon shouted, snapping his head up from looking at a golden chain, barking at him. He came behind Hiruma's ass and smacked him, gritting his teeth. "You just get your fucking guns so we can leave… kukuku."

He gripped his ass, holding him. The Shopkeeper looked at them in wonder. He wiped his face with a towel.

"Yes," he said, looking at the two. "What are you here for, then?"

Hiruma looked around the area. "A shipment," he said. "And… Trial Shooting."

Agon and Hiruma were taken back to the backroom to do test shooting, trying out guns. Agon watched Hiruma shoot, grabbing a M16, then flipping an M203 over his shoulder, shooting the bullets all with accuracy into the paper sheet's diagram, easy.

Agon observed him.

They pulled the sheet up to show Hiruma, testing out the guns he wanted to by, all shot in one area. The head.

"Hm." Agon smirked, looking away. He grabbed a gun. An AR15. He lounged it on his shoulder, wearing goggles, placing his elbow against the shelf as he shot in his separate shooting stall, all rounds making it into the dead center. Bullseye. Hiruma watched.

The sheet was pulled up towards them. All of the staff were surprised, seeing the results of Hiruma and Agon.

What deadly accuracy… They thought, looking at the two of them. A dreadful team indeed…

Agon smirked. Hiruma watched him. "You like that one…?" he asked him, eyeing the weapon. His teeth glistened after he licked them, grinning.

"Nah," Agon said, pulling his gun back. "I like myself better." He smirked. Hiruma looked at the gun he was holding, then the one in his own hand. Agon gazed at him. "And you."

"We'll take this," Hiruma said to the Shopkeeper behind his shoulder, holding up the gun in his hands. He blew a bubble of gum from his mouth, watching Agon grab another gun, testing it out with deadly accuracy, shooting it in the same spot. Hiruma walked over to him.

"You know you'll have to be with Shin, soon," he said to him, placing his hand on Agon's rifle, rubbing it. Agon looked. He eyed Hiruma's hand. "Today."

"Ah?" Agon laughed with a grin. He shot another round. "I know that, trash." He turned to face him. He tossed his gun to the side. He lifted Hiruma on his waist, holding him. "I'm not an idiot,"

He began to kiss his neck, coming on to him, growling. Hiruma let him. He sighed, clawing his shoulders, gritting his teeth.

"I'm not going to leave you," Agon said, breaking away. He looked at him. "Not ever, got that?" He let Hiruma go once Hiruma kissed his lips, smiling light. "Trash."

Hiruma smirked. When they got home, the duo napped. Hiruma called in Agon's prescription order. He hadn't been able to get it because one, he was in the hospital, and two, Agon had been determined to be near him at all times. Not that he minded, he smirked to himself. It was just Agon needed his medication.

He was leaving.

Today, Agon would leave for Mt. Fuji and train in the mountains with Shin. Hiruma hadn't told him about the other surprise, but he kept it a secret from him. Agon wouldn't want to go, otherwise. Agon had held Shin in high prospects in his mind, ever since he found out that there was somebody like him that played this sport.

Or close to it.

Agon was different. Hiruma knew, but it wasn't a bad thing. Agon was a god. In this game, Football favored winning potential; Taka. Yamato. Akaba. Agon. Hiruma struggled everyday just to keep up with the the geniuses, but, that way, it was fun. It pushed his limits. He was the Captain. That was the responsibility he carried when he became part of the team.

They were going to the Rice Bowl.

He put the phone down once hearing Agon growl something in bed under his breath, telling him to hurry up, mixing his Japanese with English, laughing. Hiruma smiled. He climbed in bed with him, turning over on his side, scooting close to him.

They slept.

Someone knocked on the door. It had to be around 2 hours later, he noticed, as Hiruma looked at the clock. It it was around one in the afternoon. He didn't want anyone disturbing Agonne.

Agonne was sleeping. He had a deep scowl in his face, as he heard the disturbance in his dreams, but other than that, he was fine. Hiruma sighed.

Another knock came.

Hiruma growled. Agon woke. Hiruma sat up from bed, picking the favored white long-sleeve t-shirt from the ground, putting it over his shoulders, standing. Agon watched him. Hiruma walked towards the door and pulled it open.

It was Unsui.

He was wearing a green beanie and parka with jeans and Nike Air Zoom x Slam Dunk shoes . He almost looked like Agon, minus the sad puppy eyes and no hair. Hiruma glared at him.

Unsui stared. Hiruma chewed on gum, giving him the same cold glare, as always. Hiruma had bruises all over his body, one of a hand upon his neck, purple, choking him, and another, upon his leg; multiple ones led down his thigh. His T-shirt covered most of them, but Unsui could see from the bags in his eyes Hiruma looked like he had been beat .

"Oh, my God, are you okay?" he almost asked him, concerned. But, just as he began to open his mouth, Agon beat him to it, standing behind Hiruma, wrapping his hand around his neck, choking him, giving him a long kiss, Hiruma moaning. Unsui's lip fell.

Oh.

It was that sort of thing.

Hiruma pulled away, giving Agon light kisses upon his lips, before Agon came upon him again, making out with him, right in front of Unsui.

Unsui coughed.

They pulled away, slow. Agon gave Unsui a cold glare from behind his dreadlocks, eyes blue, still choking Hiruma.

"Ah~?" He laughed with a coarse breath, eyeing his brother. It amazed Unsui how similar they looked without Agon's glasses. "What do you want, Unko-chan?"

He let go of Hiruma.

"It's time," Unsui said with a sigh, closing his eyes. "Are you ready?" He looked up at him fiercely, eyes dark. Unsui's eyes always got dark in Spring. "Agon?"

Agon spanked Hiruma. "Yeah," he said, looking at him. "Give me a moment,"

He shut the door behind them, ending the conversation. Unsui looked. His brother was always like this, abrupt, suddenly doing something. He had always been that way, since he was a kid. Unsui remembered the two of them in Japan, during summer, when the larger beetles would come out and fly right past them from inside the grass.

Agon caught one.

It seemed like a blur, but looking at his hand, Agon was holding one. "Cool~!" Unsui cheered, seeing it. Agon laughed.

"It's squirming," he said, smirking. "Unko-chan."

Noting that a beetle was squirming for first instance was weird, but that was how Agon had been since he was little. He was observant.

"Look." he said. "That means it's alive."

He showed it to Unsui. Unsui's eyes sparkled. He looked at his brother. "You aren't going to crush it this time, are you?" he asked him, lip falling. "Last time, you killed the beetle that came in our house and mom yelled at me because she said I should've been watching you."

"I didn't do anything." Agon began to squeeze it. "Your fault. You wanted to see what it was,"

"You broke a vase ," Unsui said in non-amazement, tired. "Mom yelled at me ."

"So?" Agon let it go. "Not my problem."

"No!" Unsui cried out, seeing it fly away. "Agon, why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Agon said. "I caught two."

He looked in his hands. Sure enough, Agon was holding another beetle in his other hand. Unsui stared in amazement. Agon just smirked.

Agon stared at Hiruma in the shower, undressed, holding his hair down from his shoulders, looking off into the distance, waiting on him. Agon entered.

He slid the shower door behind them, coming against his neck, kissing him. Hiruma laughed, sweet, feeling him. He stopped. He felt Agon press his head against the back of his neck, sighing deeply, holding his hips, rubbing him.

The shower started.

"I… remember," he said, "taking these showers, without you, and… feeling alone." He continued to rub him, stroking his sides with his thumbs, sighing. "I don't… want to feel like that again,"

Hiruma nodded, tears forming in his eyes.

"I felt… at those times, you… how you would feel," Agon said, "taking them… without me. And I… became scared… thinking about… how you would be here, without… me."

Hiruma nodded again, a tear falling from his eye, thinking about it.

"Everyday showers… became something… I couldn't do alone." Agon told him. "Not because I couldn't… but, I didn't want… to. I wanted… to take them… with you."

The shower ran.

Hiruma held his palm that held his stomach, gripping it, strong, knitting their fingers together. His lip thinned.

"I don't… want to leave you alone," Agon confessed to him, sighing. "I hate… being alone… by myself—!" His lip trembled. "I hate being alone…!" He began to cry. "I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate being alone…!"

He cried.

"That's why…" he said, calming, voice shaking. "We have to win… the Rice Bowl… trash. So trash like you… won't have to leave me alone again,"

He tried to grin, but only tears formed, and his lip wobbled. His eyes shifted green. Hiruma held him. Agon had experienced these feelings too when he was alone with him in the hospital, huh?

He held him.

"It's okay," Hiruma said to him, soon enough. He looked up at the ceiling, grinning. "You won't have to be alone, my Agonne."

Agonne looked up.

"You have me," he said. "You will always have me. After all, we are bonded."

He got out of the shower. Hiruma had packed his things early morning when he first got up, before Agon woke, knowing he would take the flight over to Japan with Unsui, as Unsui had only stayed to make sure Agon was okay, and Hiruma was well taken care of with him. Unsui had missed training. Now, he would have to go back, and catch up with his team.

Agon would be coming, too.

Agon would be with Shin, as Hiruma had explained that morning, but it would be more convenient for the two to go over together, after all…

"He still doesn't have his medication?!" Unsui had cried out over the phone in anger, hearing Hiruma, snapping.

"I've been in the hospital!" Hiruma shouted back, quick, eyes widening with fire. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

Unsui shut up. Oh. That was rude of him. Hiruma had been in the hospital recovering from back surgery for the past week. He only came home yesterday.

"Sorry," he apologized, sighing. "That was rude of me. Is Agon… Is he okay?"

Hiruma stared at Agon in bed, still sleeping. "He's fine," he explained, shutting his eyes. "Just… take the flight over to Japan with your fucking twin."

Hiruma hung up the phone.

He leaned against the counter, and slid down the cabinets beneath them, sitting down, holding his knees against his chest. He covered his face. He began crying.

Agonne wasn't in any position to get it himself, not mentally, and Hiruma was still recovering from surgery. His back still ached. He would take Agon over to Japan by himself, but… he still had Physical Therapy to go to. Their best shot at the Rice Bowl was Hiruma staying here to complete recovery and then go over once he was healed, and Agon complete training with Shin and… No, he shook his head. Everything was fine.

He stood. Agon met him. He stared in shock,eyes widening, seeing his lover stand above him, tall, dark, looking at him with wide eyes, unfazed.

"Agonne…" Hiruma had said, lip wobbling. Agonne kissed him, coming into his mouth, leaning over on the counter space, tackling him upon it, gripping his wrist, making love to him.

Hiruma still remembered that. He wiped his lips, reminiscing. "Agonne." he called out, suddenly, just as Agon was leaving. He handed him a slip of paper. "Here."

Agon looked at it. He saw scribbled directions to the nearest pharmacy closest to them Hiruma had written down in blue ink for him..Hiruma stared at him with wide eyes, clairvoyant.

"Your medication," he told him, "Should be ready, by now. It's at the nearest pharmacy closest to us. You should be able to get it from there. These are the directions I wrote down to it. Follow them, My Agonne. I called in the order 2 hours ago,"

Was that when we napped…? Agon asked himself, remembering the two falling asleep, next to each other. He looked at Hiruma continuing to explain to him in harsh rambles, eyes wide, navy blue.

"Baby," Agon said, trying to snap him out of it.

Hiruma wasn't listening.

"Baby." Agon said again.

Hiruma was still rambling.

"Hiruma."

Hiruma looked up. Oh. He had been so worried about Agon's medication that he began to ramble, thinking out plans and thoughts aloud. He laughed.

"I know what I'm doing," Hiruma said, placing his hands on his hips. "Agonne."

He kissed his lips goodbye. Agon wore a dark long sleeve compression muscle tee and leggings with a black fur puffer jacket and gym shorts, along with black flip flops. He pulled away.

Hiruma was beautiful. His eyes shimmered a dark pale blue, looking at him in the bright sunlight of the room, mouth open, lips parted.

Agon kissed him. "I'll be fine," He broke away, holding his face. He kissed him. A golden chain was around his neck. He pulled back. "Hiruma. Aishiteru ."

" Aishiteru , My Agonne."

Agonne left.

Hiruma grinned.

Agon was driven to the Pharmacy with Unsui, and there, he picked up his medication. Paparazzi was everywhere. Unsui shielded his eyes. Agon only grunted, hearing them ask him questions like, "Where are you going today, Agon?" and, "Is that your brother Unsui?"

"Has it always been like this," Unsui asked his brother, stepping into the private car, driving off in a hurry. "Agon?"

"Since the Interview?" Agon questioned aloud. He chewed on popcorn he found around the car, opening the bag. "No. Not at all."

"Huh." Unsui looked out the window. "Interesting."

The air between them fell silent. Hiruma hadn't made Agon breakfast that morning, only lemonade, so he snacked on what he could find in the car. Unsui looked at his brother, digging around in the SUV for spare snacks.

"I wish you could've told me you hadn't ate earlier," Unsui said to his brother, speaking up. "We could've gotten you something,"

"Don't bother." Agon scoffed, confidently. He batted his twin off, waving his hand. He found some skittles. He poured them into his mouth, eating them. He laughed. "I've found food."

"That's not food," Unsui's lip fell. "Those are skittles."

"I know."

Silence fell between the two of them again. Unsui wondered if he should tell his brother what had been contemplating his mind ever since he came over to America for him., He twiddled his thumbs. He looked at Agon. Agon seemed to be okay. He gulped.

"Agon…" he said. Agon looked at him, hearing his voice. "I… want to go visit father,"

Agon stared. "Okay." he said, eyes not moving. "Go to Kantou, Unko-chan."

"No, I mean… our dad. Our real dad." Unsui stared at him. "All my life… I haven't been able to see him. I haven't since he taught us to ride bikes at 7. We were seven, then. I'm 20, now, and… I don't even know my real dad." He put his head in his palms, tearing up. "I want to… go see him. It's been 13 years, and I…" He looked up at him. "I want to go see him, Agon."

Agon didn't answer him. He only stared, he analyzing his brother, looking at him. Unsui sought truth. Even though Unsui was crying, Agon couldn't feel it within himself to be... sympathetic. He hadn't felt that emotion in a,long time. Ever since Mom died. He understood what Unsui wanted.

He wanted to see Dad.

"May you…" Unsui began to say, tears falling, lip wobbling. "Come see him with me…? Agon." He grinned shortly, looking at his brother. "It's all I ever wanted. After this game, after the Finale, will you come with me, your onii-chan, to see Oto-san?"

Agon stilled. His lip thinned. He looked away. Agon hadn't seen his father since he was 10. The last time he had seen him was when he was sent off for the Last Time before his family cut his father from their life, as he wanted nothing to do with Unsui, and would only agree to see Agon, as he was the only one he cared about or was interested in. Agon swallowed a skittle.

Fine. Agon said in his head, resting his chin on his knuckles, looking out the window. If Unsui wanted to go see Dad, then that was okay.

Their real Dad.

Unsui needed closure.

He did, too.

"Okay," Agon said to him, agreeing. He looked out the window, seeing cars pass by. The lenses of his shades reflected black. "... Don't cry like a little bitch when you see him, though. Kukuku."

Unsui nodded. He wiped his face. All he wanted, was to go see his real father; his dad. His family hadn't told him anything about his real father. Agon knew, but didn't tell him anything, and Unsui didn't want to be selfish and pressure him even more, as Agon had a lot on his plate, and was emotionally unresponsive.

"He's like me, you know." Agon warned him, suddenly. "Don't be surprised by anything you see. Unko-chan. He's like me."

"What do you mean…?" Unsui wondered.

Agon kept quiet. He didn't answer. Unsui could see in Agon's eyes as he leaned back in his chair he was… struggling. Agon was. He didn't tell Unsui.

When they took off on the plane, Agon remained quiet. He took his medication, swallowing them with water, before leaning his head back, falling asleep.

Unsui watched a recent Practice Match video with Saikyoudai against Zokuto University on his phone Sena had sent him, seeing Yamato throw Habashira Rui across the field above his head, tackling the Linebacker from sacking their third-year replacement Quarterback for Hiruma until he got back.

Yamato wore a proud smirk on his face.

"You'll never get past me…!" He said with a confident grin, fist on hips, proud. "As long as I'm here, there will be no tackling our Quarterback!"

"Keh—!" Habashira spat, looking away.

"Oni-Awesome, Yamato-Senpai!" Ikkyu cheered, pumping his fist into the air. Taka let out a sweet, somber, laugh, smirking.

Unsui looked. Saikyoudai was strong. They were the rumored No. 1 College Team in Japan. They were a powerhouse. And his team would be taking them on after this week. He looked at his brother. Agon was still sleeping.

They were around other people. Luckily for him, this was a quiet plane. They would be dropped off in Japan at Narita Airport, and there, Shin would meet them, along with Personal Coaches that had been set up in Shin's Scholarship contract, willing to help Agon train, as the opportunity had come.

12 hours into the flight, Hiruma Skyped Agon, waking him up. It had been around 1 in the morning for him, and Agon was awake. He laughed, seeing Hiruma in bed, covered in their bedsheets.

"What are you doing?" Agon asked him sweetly, speaking in Japanese, wearing his headphones. They were red and black. Hiruma remembered buying them for him, saying—

"They're for sponsoring the team," Hiruma told him in Radioshack, showing the colors. "That way, people can always see you go to Saikyoudai and will want to come, seeing the colors. Kekeke. The colors will remind them…" He kissed him. "Of Saikyoudai."

"Sleeping," Hiruma said, wearing earphones of his own. They were white. He laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Flying." Agon said.

They both laughed. They looked at each other for some time before Hiruma turned over somewhat on his back, looking up at the ceiling of their penthouse.

"It wasn't easy to get Shin to train with you, you know," Hiruma said. "Had to put that motherfucker in a contract, kekeke. Needed to know his place, you know what I'm mean?" He laughed.

"Yeah, well," Agon said. "I don't need it. Kukuku."

Unsui looked over at his brother, waking up some. He was turned away from Agon. He was talking to Hiruma, it seemed. Unsui went back to sleep.

"You should come sleep with me," Hiruma repositioned himself in bed, facing Agon on his side, holding his phone. It was an white iphone 6s plus. He smirked. "Agonne."

He bit his lip. "I want to," Agonne leaned his head back, stroking himself above the fabric of his gym shorts, "believe me. Kukuku…" He chewed his lip, feeling himself, getting turned on by the fact Hiruma was under the sheets, naked. He made a small moan. This was too good, kukuku.

"Did you eat, yet?" Hiruma asked him. "Agonne."

He bit his index finger, laughing to himself softly. Agonne scoffed, hearing him. He hadn't eaten anything yet. All he had in his system was skittles and popcorn.

"No," he said smartly, smirking. "You weren't on the menu."

The both of them laughed shortly to each other. They talked for about an hour more before the flight attendant announced they were nearing Narita Airport within the next ten minutes. Hiruma looked around him.

"I gotta go," Agon sighed, looking up, seeing everyone begin to sit up, preparing themselves for the landing. "Hiruma."

He ended the call. Unsui was still sleeping. By the time they landed, and passengers began exiting off of the plane, Unsui was still fast asleep, snoring on his arm, tired.

"Get up, Unko-chan." Agon grinned deviously, grabbing two cups of water suddenly from the flight attendant, dunking them on him. "Kukuku!"

Unsui woke up with a start. "Agon!" he shouted. His eyes widened. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He sat up. He grabbed a towel from a nearby flight attendant trying not too laugh and dried off his head, angry. Agon continued to laugh.

"It was a joke!" he told him. "A joke! Jeez, Unko-chan! You're always so uptight." He rubbed his scalp. "Better be glad I woke you up, kukuku." He stared at him. "Don't worry. I wasn't going to leave you… kuku."

He let him go. They gathered their things, and with Agon stretching, Unsui wiping his face again, they left, entering the airport. There, three white men in sweats and whistles around their necks stood with Shin, waiting on Agon as he neared the exit, walking towards them. Shin saw him.

"Kongou Agon," Shin greeted, drinking from his water capsule, wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants, sporting Under Armour Stephen Curry 2's Royal Blue and Yellow's. Agon snorted, seeing the men next to him. "We've been waiting on your arrival."

Agon tsked. He held his bag over his shoulder, placing his hand on the strap, anxious. He knew within himself it took about a week or so for the medication to kick in. He was still uneasy. He eyed the white men.

"This is Coach Venus," Shin spoke to him, gesturing to the man behind him. He was tall. 6'1. "From University of Alabama. This is Coach Mercury, from University of Texas," He gestured to the shorter man beside him, a brunnette, old, around 30. "And this is Coach Mars, from University of Ohio. They will be helping us training, Kongou Agon, in your efforts to the Rice Bowl. I hope you treat them favorably, Kongou Agon."

Agon looked at them. He didn't say anything. He only silently looked around him, anxious, as people buzzed about. Shin stared.

"The bus is outside," Shin told him. He turned around. "Follow me. This will take us to our destination."

Shin and the coaches led Agon outside, where a charter bus was waiting on them. Trashes came up to Agon and took his bags from him, placing it in the bus as he climbed in. He sat down in the back seat, tsking, hungry.

Someone brought him lo-mein and Teriyaki chicken take-out. Shin sat down, along with the coaches, near him, but wary of keeping their distance from him, as Agon was violent. He ate his Teriyaki chicken as they spoke with him when they drove onward, talking about things like—

"We're so excited to have you with us," A white man had spoke to him in English, as Shin drunk from his water bottle near him, face stiff, looking ahead. "Agon. For a long time, we've wanted this opportunity to train you, to help you along your way, and—"

"Shut it." Agon barked, looking out the window. "Your talking's annoying."

Shin looked at him. "He's just excited about being able to train," he translated, sure, talking to the coaches.

"No, I'm not," Agon said, irritated. "You trashes just stay quiet and everything will be okay, kukuku." He looked out the window. "For you. I hope."

He smirked.

They gulped.

Agon trained in Mt. Fuji for Five Days. Each morning, the coaches woke him up around six o'clock in the morning from his shared tent with Shin and they would help Agon build proper speed, and advanced technique, coaching him in the ways of American Football, how it was done it it's original Home.

Then Eyeshield 21 came.

On the Second Morning, Sena came, with his bags, dropping them off, saying he was invited to train as well. This was the surprise Hiruma was keeping from him, Agon snorted, thinking in his head. He rolled over, thinking of Hiruma in his tent. He had finished morning training an hour ago. He closed his eyes.

"Eyeshield 21's here," Shin entered the tent, soon enough telling him with a smile. "Kobayakawa Sena has arrived."

"I'm not an idiot," Agon said to him, tsking. "I saw him this morning."

Agon remembered. He remembered getting up for breakfast in the woods of Mt. Fuji, where people were paid to cook for them in a nearby resort hotel, and bring it up to them in the mountains, feeding the athletes, and Eyeshield 21 had came with them, laughing wearily.

"Haha… I made it…" he said, tired with a weak smile. "Unsui said it was a last ditch effort… hahh… in training—"

He spotted Agon.

Agon gritted his teeth, looking at him. A vein popped out of his forehead. Why in the hell were all the trashes gathered here? Except him, of course. He laughed.

Agon . Sena said in his head, seeing him. Agon only tsked, turning away quickly, going off into the woods, stalking off as one of the coaches told him not to leave until he was ready.

He sighed.

He was explained to later on that Sena could only come on the Second Day, and stay until the Fifth, when the training camp was over, as he had been training with Panther in America already, and their game was next week. His schedule was filled .

Agon looked at the palm of his hand. Today was the Third Day. He had just finished Night Training. His muscles ached. He didn't complain. He didn't feel the need to. The emotion wasn't there. He thought of Hiruma.

He began to stroke himself, leaning back into the tent's bed, biting his lip, thinking about him, masturbating. Oh, he was going to make sweet love to him when he got back…!

Agon looked at the wall of photos of Hiruma on his wall, thumbtacked to his tent. Coach Mercury said it looked like a Shrine. Agon ignored him. There was about four he kept on his area of the tent, near his pillow, as they made Shin and Agon share one, and Sena with Coach Venus, while the other two slept in another separate tent altogether.

Hiruma had sent Agon snaps of himself while Agon stayed at Mt. Fuji training each day and night. Some were in his lingerie, others were in the morning, taking a picture of himself in bed, naked, smiling to Agon sweetly, saying—

Morning. My Fucking Dread.

Agon masturbated to them all . He laughed. Damn. Hiruma was hot. One of the Snaps included Hiruma taking a picture of their bedsheets, then saying—

Wish you were here with me.

He bit his lip, smirking. Oh, this would be the end of him—

Shin walked in.

Agon's lip fell. He was turned over on his side from the entrance of the tent. He couldn't believe it. He was under the covers. Shin had the worst timing.

"Kongou Agon," He said to him, poking his head within the tent. "Coach Mercury would like to see you."

"I'm busy," Agon chewed his lip, holding himself underneath the sheets. Damn. This was just the worst. Shin was supposed to be on his Nighttime Run. What the hell was he doing here? "Aren't you supposed to be running around somewhere in the forest, you training geek?"

Shin sat next to him. "I was stopped," he said, pulling the covers over himself. He took off his sweatshirt. "I suppose I'll have to wait until morning."

Agon looked at him. "...You." he said. "You're fine with being that way…?"

"In Football, there are no Right Or Wrong." Shin said, arching his hand, as if doing an imaginary Lance. "There is only Losing and Winning—Opponent and Teammate. Either way, I will do my best to accomplish my goal…! That is Football."

Crickets were heard in the night.

"...You and him are such Momma's Boy's about football," Agon laughed, turning over. He glanced at the wall of photos of Hiruma on his wall. "What even is your goal…? Kukuku."

"To Challenge my Limits." Shin said. "And push through whatever comes my way, for that is American Football."

Agon didn't speak. He held Shin in High Prospects in his mind. He respected Shin as an athlete. He remembered the First Day he met him, back in their First Year. A 50 in comparison to his 100. No one had ever ranked that high. He had said this to him that day on the field, after dodging a lightning fast Spear Tackle from the back in his blind spot at full throttle, causing Shin to miss, falling down. Agon looked at him.

That was because, he said in his head. Shin was an Athlete . He was bred for it. It was almost like Football just birthed him just to play her sport. There were these kinds of guys out there, huh?

Football… huh?

Agon thought this to himself, looking at the wall in aimless thought, thinking of Hiruma. had never been into Football, not even when Unsui played it in Middle School. Agon knew it was an attempt to differentiate himself from Agon, so he let him do it, or, as it was seen, Agon remained silent.

Agon was always silent.

He had trouble speaking up; vocalizing what he felt inside. He didn't even know what he felt, within him. He felt a lot… it was hard to discern the feeling; mixed emotion. He knew this was a remnant of his PTSD; having it. He had it since he was seven, and for a long time, Agon dealt with this on his own.

Now, he had Hiruma.

Agon loved Hiruma. He really did. He let go of himself. Hiruma was his love. He would do anything for him. Maybe that was why… Agon started playing football, because… He… wanted—

Agon wanted to be with Hiruma.

"Is there anything…" Agon began to say, "in this world, you would die… just to protect?"

Shin grew silent. "You and I… must be wired differently, Kongou Agon." He looked ahead at the tent space in silence. Darkness outside clouded them. "There is nothing in this world, I am affectionate of, if that's what you're asking."

Agon thought. There were guys like him in this world that were bred for nothing but just playing this sport. He scoffed.

"...Happy with your left hand forever, huh?" he said, turning over. "Sure your folks at home will be happy like that? Kukuku… your mom will be awaiting nothing, waiting on a girl to come home that'll never be there."

Shin stilled. "I'm sure they know," he said to him, eyes dark, fixated on the space in the tent, silent. "If not, I will bring them a trophy…! One they can not turn their backs from,"

Agon looked at the wall of photos on his wall, stiffening. Don't you get it, you idiot? He said in his head. You are their trophy.

Shin was a monster. Like him. They were two of the same coin. Shin was a Beastial Knight, one that would do anything to take the head of his enemy; the Knight in Shining Armour, they called him. Agon was The God of No Fail; A Genius; nothing but crafted to crush those beneath him, and Triumph. Agon always got why he was different, he was born special—a Golden Egg. Everyone else around him was just rotten. He was different.

And that's all there was to it.

Agon got up.

"Where are you going?" Shin asked him, curious, seeing him duck his head out of the tent, walking away.

"I'm taking a shower," Agon told him, batting him off. "Don't come."

Shin looked.

In the Morning, it was their Fourth Day of Training. Agon would be working with Coach Mercury on his Running Back Ability today, doing One Step Vertical Cuts, an effective skill for a Running Back like Agon to have, as he was a man that played many positions. It was to make Agon's run fluid. Smooth. So there wouldn't be any jerks in it. Calm, Cool, and Collected.

"The good thing about you," Coach Mercury said to him, placing his palms on his hips, seeing Agon do knee-jumps fluidly with ankle-weights on his legs, each 20 pounds, "Is that you like to follow direction. You'll do anything to win. Your stamina, your height, your build—All of it's perfect and necessary for an American Football Player like you to have. After all this is done, why don't you come to University of Alabama and we'll set you up with a good co—"

"No," Agon said, breathing easily. He jumped again. "Don't want to."

"Why?" The coach asked him. "You have more than everything you could ever want In Japan and beyond that in America. Didn't you see it? That Hiruma fellow. You're so focused on high-taling him that—"

Agon slammed him against the tree.

He grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the bark, gritting his teeth, biting his lip, snarling through his nostrils. He towered over the Coach's 5'9 frame easily. He glared at him. The air was silent.

"No," Agon said to him, again, commanding. "I don't want to."

He let him go. The Coach stared at him in bewilderment. Why was Agon giving up so much to be with someone with No Physical Ability? Agon didn't see it as that. Hiruma wasn't someone with no Physical Ability. He might not have been Gifted, but it'd be another issue if Hiruma was like that of Yukimitsu, and couldn't provide necessary abilities and tactics in games that was the core of their success. They needed Hiruma. Despite Agon not believing in anything but his true ability—

Hiruma wasn't worthless.

He stepped away. "Trash like you don't get it," He spat, sipping water from his silver canister, dropping it, continuing training. "I don't want to hear this again."

The Coach nodded.

The Fifth Day came. That was their Last Day in the mountains. There, Shin, Sena, and Agon would embark on 3 separate treks up the mountain to make it to the top, completing Obstacles and Tasks on their way, testing their Ability to think on their feet, making instantaneous decisions, and be quick-minded on the outcome based on their recent training.

Shin was First up the mountain. Agon met him on the top. He was Second Place. He scoffed to himself, laughing shortly under his breath, standing.

"I heard you got into a fight with one of the coaches Yesterday," Shin said, "Kongou Agon."

"Don't make it sound so Pathetic," Agon said, batting him off. He placed his hands on his hips, looking out into the air. "Training Geeks like you won't get it, huh?"

"He was talking about Hiruma Youichi, wasn't he?" Shin asked him. He drunk from his canister. Agon's eyes thinned.

He left it at that. Sena came up the mountain soon enough, in Third Place, climbing it with a weary breath. He ended up fainting once he stood, saying something about he was glad he completed training—

Shin caught him.

He smiled, looking down at Sena. "You were my Fated Rival." he said to him. "Kobayakawa Sena. You did well."

Sena was so tiny. Agon wanted to squash him beneath his fingers just looking at him. He tsked, drinking from his water canister. They were sent home after taking showers, the Last Ditch Training effort a complete success.

When Agon got home, he took another shower, drying his hair, washing it, before stepping out of the bathroom, a towel on his waist, seeing his Laptop screen open with Hiruma on Skype, cleaning their Penthouse. He sat down, looking at it. Hiruma had been active for about 30 minutes, now. He had bought this Laptop for Agon last Christmas, saying—

"Everyone needs new gadgets," He scoffed, saying easily. "At least now you can do your homework and not borrow mine, Kekeke."

"... You just want matching laptops," Agon had said to him at that time. "Don't you?"

Hiruma laughed.

He didn't answer. Agon smirked, remembering that time. He saw Hiruma bend over on the other side, wearing his white t-shirt, cleaning the bookshelf above their bed, wiping it down hard with a wet wipe and spray bottle, smirking.

"Yo," Agon said to him, seeing his ass. He bit his lip, titling his screen. "Let me see that ass of yours again, trash."

Hiruma bent over, teasing him. "I didn't expect you to be in the shower for 30 minutes," he said to him, on his knees. His ass was titled towards the camera. "You said fifteen. What'd you do? Die in there? Kekeke."

"Aren't you just a jackass," Agon smirked, rubbing his scalp through the towel on his head, eyeing Hiruma. "Let me smack that ass of yours and we'll see who's talking, kukuku."

He bit his lip, seeing Hiruma's lips part, imagining it. He wanted it. Hiruma leaned over and let Agon see his hole, turning him on, biting his lip. Agon groaned, seeing him become intimate, getting turned on already just watching him. He dropped his towel and began to stroke.

"Oh… I wanna fuck you so bad," Agon said, leaning his head on the desk, groaning to himself, seeing Hiruma's hand dip beneath his t-shirt, rubbing himself.

"I'm wet," said Hiruma, seeing the precum drip from his cockhead. He continued to stroke himself, moaning. "I'm dripping,"

"Let me see it," Agon begged, lip falling, holding himself as Hiruma flipped over on his back and let Agon see his seeping member, stroking the white precum from it. " Uh… I want that in my mouth so bad, " He began to spill, " You can come in my mouth all you want when you get here…! "

Hiruma nodded his head, seeing Agon drop his head on the desk, looking up at the camera, masturbating to him.

" I'm so horny… " Agon whined amongst himself, groaning, almost in a sob, holding himself. " Uh…! Just let me have you…! "

He fisted himself rougher, growing anxious, seeing Hiruma's cockhead spill more precum over his fingers, milking himself. Agon moaned. He wanted that in his mouth. He wanted to just spill his load in Hiruma….!

He came. Agon looked at his fingers, breathing heavily, calming down. It was four minutes. It had passed four minutes. And with an exalted moan, he heard Hiruma come, arching his back, holding himself as white-hot cum seeped over his fingers, biting his lip, stroking the impulses as he leaned his head back against the pillows of their penthouse bed, calming down.

Hiruma was so hot. Agon just stroked himself longer, seeing Hiruma do the same, holding his shaft, rubbing it. They cleaned themselves up. Agon laughed.

By the time they finished their call, Hiruma was packing up to leave for Japan. They ended it when Hiruma got on the plane, and called back when he was four hours away, and stayed up talking, drowsy, until he reached the airport, and hung up his phone.

The next time Agon woke was when it was night, around 10, and someone knocked on the door to their penthouse. Agon woke with a start, and climbed out of bed, rushing to the door. He opened it.

It was Hiruma. He wore an olive green overcoat and black sports bra with tan leggings. Agon saw he was wearing black Yeezy Boost 350's, looking at him. He smirked, holding a box with a Nike Symbol on it, seeing Agon.

"Hello, Agon," Hiruma greeted sweetly. He held an M320 over his shoulder, looking at him. Agon was stunned.

"Hiruma," he said. His lip fell. He opened the door so Hiruma could get in. Hiruma showed him the box.

"These are for you," he said. "Open it. Kekeke, they're from America."

They sat on the bed once Agon shut the door behind him, following him in. Agon stared at the box of shoes in his hands, hadn't opened yet.

"These…" Agon said stilly. "Are for me…?"

Hiruma nodded. "Open it!" He pleaded, grinning wide, hopping up and down, excited. He grabbed his gun and aimed it at the box. "Before I do! Kekeke!"

Agon smirked.

He opened the box.