Agon laid awake with Hiruma in bed in the morning.

He rested on his side. Hiruma rested against him. He let Agon's fingers tread down his waist, rubbing his hip with his right hand, stroking him across his skin with his thumb, touching him. Hiruma let him. He slept. The two of them had been sleeping since last night.

When Hiruma came home.

Agon remembered opening the box, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at what was inside of it. Hiruma had bought him shoes.

Nike Air Yeezy 2s Solar Red's.

"Hiruma…" Agon was speechless, looking at the box of authentic shoes Hiruma had bought for him. Hiruma smiled.

"I knew how much you liked Kanye…" he looked at the ground, grinning weakly, eyes dark. "So I bought them, just for you, My Fucking Dread."

He kissed his cheek, leaning over. Agon smiled, warmly, feeling him lick his jaw, down his ear, holding his face. Hiruma pulled away, laughing.

Agon felt him rub his shoulder with his hand, and whisper naughty things he wanted him to do to him, his body.

Agon put his shoes down. He came over Hiruma, undressing him, running his hand down his bony shoulder, soft, kissing his lips, gentle.

He laid with him on the bed.

Hiruma looked up at him. He reached out next to him and turned off the lamp, touching Agonne's face. Agon came over his body more, kissing into his mouth heavy, placing his tongue within it, moaning, rubbing his thigh. He got under the covers with him, rubbing Hiruma's naked thighs, undressing him completely, becoming one with him.

Agon remembered that night. And this morning, Sunday morning, he was laying with Hiruma, in bed. Beside him.

Today was their Game.

He kissed Hiruma's jaw, then his neck, waking him up some, on his side. Hiruma felt him. He turned over some, craning his neck, seeing Agon, feeling him.

"Agonne…" Hiruma said, making a small moan, his lover running his hand down his stomach, feeling him. He made another small moan.

Agon stroked precum from his dick. When he began to finger Hiruma, coming within him, he used two of his own, causing Hiruma to moan, feeling Agon in him, rubbing his inner walls, caressing him.

Hiruma moaned. He shivered. Agon continued, seeing the ways Hiruma moaned to him, shutting his eyes, immersed in pleasure, feeling Agon move inside him. He rested his head against the pillows.

Agon entered his body.

When Agon did, Hiruma made small whimpers, reaching his hand back, holding his lover's jaw some with a light hold as Agon thrusted within him from the side, upward, lifting his leg from the thigh, fucking him.

Agon thrusted hard. Hiruma moaned. He wailed into the sky, opening his mouth, whimpering, gasping as Agon continued in him, malicious, seeing him move against the sheets with each movement he made, getting turned on.

Agon laid his head over Hiruma's neck, letting his nose come over his throat, down it, advancing into his lover, moaning amongst himself.

Hiruma let him. He felt him moan, feeling his member within Hiruma's body, warming him. Agon was a furnace. He was hot. Always warm, never cold.

He was even warmer with Hiruma.

Hiruma cried out, feeling him begin to grow rougher. His eyes lobbed back into his head. He leaned it back into Agon's, breathing into his mouth, looking back at him, beginning to kiss his lips.

"I love you so much…" he said in mixed gasps, eyes growing a pale shade of blue, looking at him. He continued to kiss him, then stopped, gasping into him, huffing, holding his cheek. Tears streamed out his eyes. "I love you so much… My Agonne…"

Agonne listened, hearing Hiruma. He continued to move in him, making love to him under the covers, groaning, feeling Hiruma moan into his mouth. He began to wail.

" Uhhhhh….! " Hiruma moaned into the sky, long, feeling Agon thrust deep into him. " Uhhhh….! "

Agon felt him. Hiruma was beginning to beg, groaning, eyes weak, hand grasping his cheek, holding him as Agon plowed into his body.

" Agonne…! " Hiruma begged against the sheets, putting his head down. " Huh…! Agonne!"

He heard him. Hiruma leaned his head back and pressed it against Agon's neck, breathing, shutting his eyes, feeling his lover in him.

The phone rang. Hiruma didn't answer. He let Agon progress into him, exploring his body, his own eyes rolling into the backs of his eyelids.

The phone rang again.

Agon didn't listen. He didn't want to. Hiruma's voice was so loud it seemed to shake the walls. He was wailing. Agon couldn't get enough of it.

The phone continued to ring.

Hiruma was immersed in pleasure. Agon was dragging his body, up and down the bed with each thrust, breathing, groaning fast.

Hiruma looked. He held Agon's arm under his stomach, holding him in place, strong, gasping down his neck. Hiruma nodded.

Agon began to cum within him. Hiruma almost lost it. He moaned, wailing, holding Agon's arm against his stomach, grasping his fingers, holding them tight. Agon continued.

The phone stopped ringing.

Hiruma set his head down. Agon came within him. Fast, strong. Hiruma moaned as Agon carried the impulses out in him, groaning, gasping. Hiruma rubbed his hand.

Agon soothed.

He ran his nose down Hiruma's neck, kissing him. He pulled out. Hiruma nodded, feeling him run his hands down the sides of his body, setting his thigh down, stroking him. Hiruma turned to look at him. Agon kissed his lips, light at first, then heavy, placing his tongue in Hiruma's mouth.

The phone rang again.

Hiruma made out with him, rubbing Agon's hand with his thumb as Agon felt on him, reaching down, touching his length. He stroked his knuckles across it, then began to rub, holding it in the palm of his hand. Hiruma nodded.

Agon palmed him.

Hiruma kissed his lips.

He came against him. Agon fell asleep, resting his head against Hiruma's chest when Hiruma turned to face him, scooting closer. He picked up the phone. He stroked Agonne's hair.

He called the number back.

Turns out, it had been Agonne's dad, trying to call him, making sure he was okay. Hiruma laughed. Oh. It had been his father.

"Hello?" His father had called out on the other end of the line when Hiruma picked up, smirking. Hiruma continued to run his fingers through Agon's hair, "This is Agon-kun's dad…"

"He's here," Hiruma let him know, "with me. Kekeke."

Agon's father laughed. "Oh, kikiki," he chuckled. "Unsui said to call this line, to get hold of Agon. Is he okay? I'm sure he is, but as his father, I'm worried about him…"

"He's fine," Hiruma cut him off, before he could continue to blab about unnecessary things. "Agonne has a game, today. Will you come… if I give you a ticket, Fucking Dad?"

Agon was fast asleep. Hiruma could tell. His eyes were closed. Hiruma ran his hands through Agon's hair, touching him, looking at his face.

"Oh, a game," his father said. "Oh… I haven't been to one in ages, kikiki. The twins, they don't like me to come. Said they wanted to handle it themselves. Kikiki, so emotional, those two,"

"Would you like to come?" Hiruma asked him, again. "Fucking Dad?"

Agon's dad thought. "Hm… That would be nice." he said. "Kiki, The Last Time I went was when Unsui played Baseball as a kid and Agon and I went to his game. Agon watched him play, from the bleachers. I asked him why he didn't play. Said he wasn't interested! Kikiki. Said he'd beat those trashes flat; too easy. Can you believe that? Now he's playing Football, with you. And Unsui."

Hiruma just smiled. "Agonne will be playing in this game," he told him. "And so will Unsui. Will you come? And see your boys? Kekeke."

"I will," Agon's dad told him, nodding. "Just mail me the ticket and I'll be there, kikiki…"

Hiruma hung up the phone. Agon was still sleeping. He wasn't shocked that Agon's father hadn't been to one of their games before. Agon was a private person. Hiruma got why. Agon wasn't emotional. He was always paying attention to what was on the field. But when Unsui… didn't try out for the Youth World cup… and sat in the Stands… Agon finally… payed attention… to what was in… the stands—

Huh.

Hiruma grinned. Wasn't that just fun? He laughed to himself, cackling, thinking about it. He was always going on about how Average guys could die, but his own twin, Unsui, was Average, and Agon turned to face him in the stands, looking at him, and call out to him.

His brother.

He cared about Unsui.

It was just hard to express it.

Agon woke after some time. He faced Hiruma, kissing his lips. Hiruma was sleeping. Agon looked at the clock. 10:30. He hadn't been asleep for more than half an hour. Hiruma scooted closer to him. Agon hugged him. Hiruma placed his head against his chest. "... I… will be going with Unsui," Agon began to say, speaking up, staring ahead, "To the Philippines, after this Game. To see my Dad. Our Real Dad."

Hiruma nodded his head. "Okay…" he hummed, saying. "As long as you come back, kekeke."

Agon smirked. "You damn trash…" he said. "You just don't want me to leave."

Hiruma remained silent. He didn't answer Agon. Agon listened to the slow rise of his breath. Hiruma had his arms wrapped around him, warm. He didn't answer.

"...I won't… be gone… for long," Agon said, resting his head against the pillow. Hiruma raised his hand. He began to rub his scalp, running his fingers through Agonne's hair, touching him. Agon let him. He kissed the side of Hiruma's mouth, sweet. "A week, at most. We're just going to go see him. I'll be back."

Hiruma laughed, sweet, holding his head, stroking him. "Hm..." He hummed. "Okay," He began to laugh, feeling Agon's hands run down his side, holding him. Hiruma let him. He shut his eyes, closing them. Agon closed his eyes, to. He breathed.

He slept.

Hiruma woke around 1 and began breakfast, starting a shower. Agon got up and continued breakfast, waiting for Hiruma to step out of the shower, and when he did, it was Agon, stepping into it with him, spending 15 minutes in there cuddling him, holding his body, kissing him. He placed his head on his neck.

"I love taking showers with you…" Agon said to him, holding him close, hands placed on his waist, grasping him, gentle. "Mmm… You know that?"

Hiruma nodded as Agon ran his nose down his neck, nuzzling it against his wet skin, hair growing flat.

"No, you don't," Agon laughed, saying. Hiruma cackled. "You idiots don't know shit for yourselves. You'd be hopeless without me, kukuku."

"Is that so?" Hiruma said against him, leaning his head back, letting Agon touch him, holding him close to his body, using his thumbs to caress him, calming him. "Hm. Kekeke…"

Hiruma laughed sweetly into him, rubbing Agon's body, his arms, around his waist. Agon held him close to him, leaning his head on his shoulder, groaning too his lover, still intimate from slight touches, like a child.

Hiruma laughed. Agon took his medication when they got out the shower. Hiruma removed the sheets from their bed and replaced them with new ones, spreading them over the mattress. Agon came to help when he finished setting the table with breakfast, seeing Hiruma reach over one corner of the bed, stretching. Agon looked. He saw his ass underneath the t-shirt.

He smirked. "You have to make sure you get one side," Agon told him, walking over, setting the bed. "So the other side doesn't stretch. Choose the left. If you're setting the right, always choose the left, so it won't stretch and snap off when you stretch over to the right."

Hiruma smirked. "You have a game today, at 8," he told him, changing the topic, leaving Agon hanging, mouth hung open in disbelief. "We have a game today, at 8."

Agon stood and tackled Hiruma to the bed, picking him up, reaching under his t-shirt, tickling the side of his ribcage, gritting his teeth. "You damn, damn, damn, trash…!" he said to him while tickling him, Hiruma kicking his legs in laughter, feeling him. "You think you're such cunning shithead, don't you?!"

Hiruma laughed. "The only shithead I see here is you!" he barked out, cackling. "Kekekeke! I don't think you got out all the shit you store in those dreadlocks , Fucking Dread!"

He laughed.

After they ate, the two of them lied there, in bed together. Agon ran his hand down Hiruma's spine, down the back of it, with his knuckles, then his sides, stroking him with the palm of his hand. Hiruma looked back to face his lover. He nodded his head, letting Agon shift him some on his knees, showing his ass to him as Agon took his shirt off of him, Hiruma nodding again, enticing him.

Agon scaled the skin that was exposed. He let his lover kiss his back, making out with him, rubbing his head against his skin, kissing him there.

Hiruma broke away. Agon looked at him, rubbing his sides, stroking him. He licked his asshole, rolling his tongue into it…! Licking him!

Hiruma moaned. Agon ran his nose down his back, pulling away, licking into him once again. He kissed him.

" I'm so naughty…! " Hiruma cried out, biting his index finger, looking back at his Agonne. " Yes! Smack me! "

Agon slapped his ass. Hiruma moaned. He pressed his face into the pillow sheets, begging, moaning as Agon licked him. He broke away.

Hiruma pressed his ass into Agon, wanting him to fuck him, nodding his head, bowing. Agon took him by his hip, rubbing his hand into it, kneading his dick into Hiruma, beginning to move in him, fucking his body! Hiruma cried out, feeling Agon's strong movements in him….! Strong…!

He moaned. Agon fucked his ass, groaning into him, moving his body—right through him! Oh , this is where he wanted to be right now! Hiruma made another long moan.

He began to whimper, against the sheets, as Agon thrusted within him, holding him by the crease in his hips, grunting, seeing him. He looked up at Hiruma. His eyes were a golden hazel.

" You like that…? " Agon asked him, fucking. " Hiruma…? "

Hiruma nodded, feeling him in him, eyes rolling into the backs of his head. " Yes…! " He pleaded, looking into the sky. " Yes…! My Agonne! "

Agon continued to fuck within him, rough. At first, Hiruma just moaned, but then, he let Agon's movements carry his own, letting him have his body. This is what he wanted. Intimacy.

He missed Agon.

Agon missed Hiruma, too. He fucked him like it was the end of his days, gasping, moaning, seeing him. His tongue hung outside his mouth. Hiruma was so hot…! Hiruma! He moaned, pressing into him, wanting to fuck him more.

Hiruma wanted. Agon separated from him and rolled over on his back, letting Hiruma come onto him. Hiruma could read him. He wanted him to ride him.

Hiruma rode him. He rode him like it was the last of his days, enticing him, loving on Agon. Agon could hardly handle the intimacy. Hiruma was riding him like it was the last time he would ever see him, loving him. Agon's eyes rolled into the back of his head, saliva dripping from the side of his mouth, feeling Hiruma on him.

Hiruma moaned, crying out into the sky, whimpering, feeling him in him. Agon could barely stand the way Hiruma rode him, gasping. Agon moaned, hands placed on Hiruma's hips, groaning, Hiruma enticing him, eyes rolling into the backs of his own head, saliva dripping from his mouth…!

They came.

Agon came within him with a groan, and Hiruma, came against him with a sagged breath upon his chest, leaning into him, moaning, as Agon rode his impulses out within him, thrusting, grunting, whimpering, moaning. Hiruma moved against him, moaning, wrapping his arms around Agon's neck, feeling his impulses.

"Agonne…!" Hiruma pleaded against him. " Agonne…! "

Agonne listened. Hiruma cried out, whimpering, loose, feeling Agon within him, powerful thrust strong, malignant.

He stopped.

Agon rested. He breathed heavily within himself, sighing against Hiruma. Hiruma nodded his head, feeling him touch his back, running his knuckle down it, feeling him. He nodded his head when Agon began kissing his neck, running his nose down him, nudging the bridge of it against his skin, touching him. He nodded.

Hiruma ran his fingers through Agon's hair, feeling him. He had sex. With Agon Kongou. The man of his life. He couldn't be more happier.

" Agonne… " Hiruma laughed into him, grinning weakly, on him. Agon listened. He laughed, too, with a smooth breath. "Agonne."

He kissed his neck. Agonne felt his lips on him, his teeth tugging at the skin there, biting him, enticing him again. Agon moaned.

"Damn," he said with a quick breath, leaning his head back, closing his eyes, "the things you do to me…! Uh, baby… "

Hiruma moved against him, rubbing his shoulders with his hands, down them, nails prickling the skin, scraping him. Hiruma allured him. He was a temptress; a demon. Bewitching.

Agon loved it.

The dragon held him against him, running his hands down his sides, along his waist, stroking him. The phone began to ring.

Hiruma answered it. Saikyoudai called. The entire morning, they had been worried Agon and Hiruma weren't going to make it, as either one of them wasn't picking up their cells, and hadn't showed up for Morning Practice, despite being both Team Captains.

"Perhaps their rhythms are meshing," Akaba said, flushing his guitar, stroking a couple strings on it with his pick. Ikkyu looked at him. "Fuu… The music is nice, today."

He flushed his guitar again.

"Is that your way of saying they're having sex?" Ikkyu asked him, looking at him accusingly. Yamato stared ahead at the wall of contact information Mamori had set up in her spare time along the clubroom wall. It was a poster, diagramming each member's contact, cellphone numbers, and where to find them, usually , on occasion.

Agon's was diagrammed as, "usually humping Hiruma's leg" or, "with Hiruma". And Hiruma's was, "With Agon." or, "Manning Practice." It wasn't very helpful, considering the two weren't at practice right now, and they could only assume they were together.

"They're always like this," Yamato grinned, confident, feeling the fire for today's Game, played around 8 pm. "Before game days. Don't worry, everyone, I'm sure Hiruma has a plan."

Everyone looked at him. Taka was sure Hiruma was fine. Ikkyu stood with a tired face. Banba snorted. He crossed his arms.

"That Agon…" he said. "Have you tried calling him? Ikkyu. He responds to you the most,"

"Agon-san is fine," Ikkyu said, face still, eyebrows arched. "I believe in him. I'm sure he has a plan, of some kind… We just have too trust them, as Captains. They always come up with an oni -plan, right? Leave them alone."

Taka looked at Ikkyu. Ikkyu had worn an old dark t-shirt and black jeans with converse. It was almost weird, seeing him outside of his school clothes, as Ikkyu had only worn uniforms throughout highschool and middle school. He had his own fashion sense. Ikkyu looked at the wall, again.

"I mean, it should be fine," he said, again. "Agon-san will oni -be here, I'm sure of it. He's never been late to a game before, this season, right?"

Everyone looked at him.

They nodded their heads.

What pussy ass bitches, Agon thought in his head, seeing Hiruma answer the house phone, picking it up.

"Yes…?" he called out, drawing his words, grinning. Agon nuzzled his nose down the side of his neck, kissing him. "...We'll be there, kekeke. Don't be fuck ups."

He paused.

"...Don't worry about me. You'll get bald, worrying about me, Fucking Complete Baldy." He laughed. "...You fucking brats. I'll kill you if you slip up one millimeter, kekeke."

Saikyoudai agreed to trust him. He hung up the phone. He laid against Agon, turning over, on his side, getting off of him. He rested against him, scooting near his waist, Agon cuddling him. He placed his palm against Hiruma's chest, and held him. Hiruma scooted closer.

Agon kissed his neck, feeling Hiruma settle, resting on his pillow. Hiruma let him, and turned over some, facing him, placing his palm against Agon's chin, holding him, light.

He kissed him. "When two become one…" he said, Agon kissing his lips, gentle. He licked into his mouth, giving him a wet kiss, breaking away. "The Dragon will fly high."

Hiruma continued to kiss him, making out with Agon, moaning into him as Agon rubbed his hip. They continued to cuddle, kissing, until Hiruma pulled away.

Agon had already fallen asleep.

He kissed his top lip, light, before breaking away from him, smiling. He turned over on his side and let go of Agon, closing his eyes, resting his head against the pillow, snuggling against him.

He fell asleep.

When Agon woke up, he heard something cooking. He smelled it. He sat up in bed, seeing Hiruma at the stove, cooking him a home made meal of nikujaga. Hiruma smiled, stirring the ingredients within the bowl, looking at the beef within it.

"Thought you'd miss home cooking," Hiruma said to him, warm. Agon looked. "Since we've been in America for awhile."

"Yeah." Agon nodded.

Hiruma brought it to him. He kissed his lips, settling himself into bed next to him, criss crossing. Agon scooted over, making room for him.

He kissed Hiruma's jawline, rubbing his hand down his thigh beneath the sheets, beginning to kiss upon his neck, running his nose down it.

It was around 7 pm. Their game was at 8. Agon had been sleeping for a long time. He was tired. It was hard for him to fall asleep, if Hiruma wasn't there. He worried about him. He loved him.

Hiruma kissed his lips. "Here," he said, handing him the dish, Agon sitting up further. Hiruma wore a white t-shirt, Agon's. He missed him, too. "This should fill you up enough for the game, My Agonne." He stretched. "There's seconds on the counter."

Agon nodded. The lamp was on. The lights were off. Hiruma only kept one lamp on in the room, as it didn't bother Agon's eyes. He had done this for Agon. The room was lit in a low orange light, dimming, seeming bright to Agon's eyes, as they were amber, looking at Hiruma.

"We're winning today," Agon told him, grabbing Hiruma's hand underneath the blanket, holding it. "Hiruma. I won't accept a loss. We're not losing, today. I'll kill your ass if we lose, kukuku…"

He kissed him. Hiruma laughed, short, sweet, to himself. He held a bowl of Okayodon in his hands, grabbing it from the lamp desk beside him.

"I accept no loss," Hiruma said to him. "Agonne."

Agonne kissed him. "I know." he said. "I don't either."

They stared at each other for awhile. Agon rubbed his thumb over Hiruma's palm. Hiruma held him. Hiruma didn't believe they were going to lose, either. He wouldn't accept it. Only winning. Hiruma loved victory. He craved it. He was not going to lose, today.

Agon kissed his lips, again, before returning to his meal, eating it. He sat up in bed, hunching over, using chopsticks Hiruma had prepared for him in the bowl to finish it up, swallowing it down. He went for seconds, then thirds, taking a shower, washing his hair, before Hiruma came in, shutting the door behind him, to the bathroom.

He took off his t-shirt, then stood by the mirror, stroking his hair, before he looked at Agon. He loved him. He really did.

He stepped into the shower, and kissed his lips, entering. He showered with Agon, joining him. He hopped onto his waist, making out. Agon held him, lifting him onto his body, moaning into his mouth, gasping. Hiruma let Agon carry him, humping his member, pressing him against the wall. They made love in the shower. Hiruma's moans were heard. His screams were felt against the walls. His arms hung loosely Agon's shoulders, nails digging into the skin, making marks in them, moaning.

" Aishiteru , my Agonne, " Hiruma moaned to him, holding his head close to his neck, breathing. Agon pumped into him, nodding his head, groaning.

Agon remembered Hiruma changing his nipple piercings out when they stepped out of the shower, reminiscing. Hiruma took out Agon's golden ones, instead, replacing them with black ones, taking out his tongue barbell, placing another inside.

Hiruma smiled. "This is for us," he told him, sweet, somber, looking away some. "Black is a color that represents many shades; many colors. When they all join, they become black. Black represents One. Union. Secrets. Mystery. Curiousity. All in the same. I love you, my Agonne."

Hiruma kissed him. This was a big game for them. Agonne held him. They held each other, reminiscing in one's presence, joining. Agon sighed into his neck.

"Yeah," he said. "I love you too, my Hiruma."

He hugged him.

Hiruma dressed Agon. He changed him into his football uniform, putting the gear over his shoulders, black. Agon looked at Hiruma. Tears were in his eyes.

Hiruma was crying.

Perhaps he was mistified. Agon didn't know. This was one of the first times he was left speechless by Hiruma. He couldn't say, "Oh, look at you. Crying now, trash? Kukuku… I'd thought you'd wait until after the game when I fuck you." And laugh afterwards at his own joke, but, Hiruma was crying. Maybe he was left emotionally from the sex they just had.

Or maybe he was left emotional by Agon.

He wanted this to work. He and Agon. The team. Everything. Hiruma needed this to work. He wanted to make it to the Rice Bowl. He wanted to be in the NFL. The First Japanese player to actually make it. He of his kind who was told no, by nature, they could not, would . Agon understood how important this dream was to Hiruma.

He held him. "We'll make it." he told him. "Trash."

Agon stared ahead at the mirror. He wore his black lensed Oakley Juliet's. Hiruma nodded, holding him in his arms, as Agon had hugged him, gentle. He stood, football gear on him, and changed into his uniform.

It was black, poppy red stripe running down the sides, names engraved in bright red with the numbers, glowing in the dark when the stadium lights dimmed or reached nighttime. They would be playing in an hour. It was night.

Hiruma put on his uniform. It was around 7, now. They would be leaving, soon. Him and Agonne spent the whole day together. Hiruma had meant for this to happen, as he was in love with Agonne, and this was an Intimate game, and Agonne played his best when he was with Hiruma.

They held hands.

When they arrived at the stadium, their team cheered, Agon snorting, looking to the left of him, Hiruma cackling, shooting rounds of his bullets into the air, exciting his teammates.

"You've made it!" Ikkyu cried out. "Hiruma-san!"

Everyone was pleased with Hiruma's recovery, as he had done a complete 180 from not being able to walk, to two weeks later, being able to play in a match, again, cleared by the Doctor.

"We're not going to tell them," Hiruma told Saikyoudai, holding a sheet of paper, "Our friends over at Enma, there. That I'm fully healed. Doctor's orders."

His team cheered. Agon snorted. He crossed his arms. Ikkyu came over to him, along with others, scared freshman, who hadn't said their wishes of luck to him, yet.

"Agon-san!" Ikkyu exclaimed, pumped. "Your training with Shin-san is now oni- complete! Ouhhhh ! I wonder how far our lead will be? A 100 points? 200 points? 300 —?!"

Agon smirked. "Settle down, Ikkyu," He told him, putting on his helmet. "We're going to lead by a landslide, today, kukuku. Those trash should know what's coming… we're winning, after all, kuku."

Agon walked off.

His team stared at him in amazement. Ikkyu stared at him, gasping, seeing Agon tread down too the other side of the field towards Hiruma, alone.

"Lone-wolf attitude!" Ikkyu said, sniffing, tears forming in his eyes. "I like it! That's my Agon-san! I'm oni- pumped! No one can beat him!"

"Oh, yeah, Ikkyu," A freshman turned over to him, taking off his helmet. Ikkyu stared, alert. "Why do you care so much about Agon-san? He doesn't scare you?"

"Why?" Ikkyu asked him, wide eyes. "He scares everyone."

The Freshman remained silent. Chuubou gulped. Well, he wasn't wrong . Agon did scare everyone. He sat on the bench, for now, drinking his capsule of water, helmet off, looking ahead of him, alone, but... Agon did scare his teammates. Just this past year, he had gotten better at not reacting on impulse, as it was nearing the Rice Bowl, and any action he did could determine the fate of their team's chances, but…

Chuubou looked at him. Agon was scary, but… there was something about him that was off. Hiruma had explained Agon dealt with PTSD, and maybe that was it, but Chuubou felt something in his heart… he felt like something was missing. From Agon.

Hiruma came over to Agon and kissed him. Agon looked in his direction. "Ah-?" he said, taking the water bottle capsule from his mouth. "What are you doing, trash? Kissing my cheek right before a game, kukuku. Aren't you a devil?"

"You're fired up… aren't you?" Hiruma asked him. "Agonne? Look at Enma. See your twin?"

Agon looked. Sure enough, he did see Unsui. He was near his team, standing, reading them plays, going over them. Hiruma had good eyesight. Unsui's eyes were wide.

They got wide when he focused.

Agon remembered when they were in grade school, and he would sit next to Unsui, and Unsui would have wide eyes, trying to focus on a test.

Ah? Agon wondered in his head, looking at him. He's not done with his test yet?

"Agon." the teacher would tell him. "Eyes on your own paper, please."

Agon ducked his head, quickly. He turned to the teacher. "Sorry," He rubbed his head, giving her a false smile. "I was looking for my pencil. I dropped it."

No, he didn't, Unsui knew, almost looking over at him. He turned his test paper, flipping it. Agon just kicked his desk lightly to make it fall, noticing the teacher was walking over, before she could say anything when she got over to him, knowing she would speak to him about being distracted, looking at Unsui. The teacher had to be at the front of the classroom.

Agon was a genius.

Unsui knew, which was why he was going to take him down. Agon was Valedictorian of his school, and had 5's in all of his classes in the grading system when they went to Highschool together, smart. His little brother had always been that way. Smart.

Unsui was, too. He wasn't stupid. Just not smart enough, opposed to his twin, Agon, who was. Agon looked at him, eyes cold, grinning ear to ear, seeing his brother.

"He will be the key to our Victory today," Hiruma told him. "Agonne. Whether Success comes or Fails, he will decide our Victory."

"...Be careful, Hiruma," Agon called out, lounging his water bottle in his hand, tip near his mouth, staring ahead. "It's Unko-chan we're talking about."

Hiruma grinned.

The demons were staring at him. Unsui turned to his captain. "Captain." he spoke. "Will I be playing starter, today? It's Agon we're talking about. I have to defeat him."

"Chill, Unsui," Their Captain told him, a Third-Year, a starting Quarterback. Unsui's skills were going to be needed in today's game, but… "I haven't revealed the roster, yet."

"Then may you reveal it, now?" A voice said. Unsui looked. Monta stepped up, eyes dark, Sena next to him. "Please. I'm begging you. This is our last chance."

Sena nodded. "Monta's right. You might as well do it now, after all…" His face shriveled, shy. "Who knows? We might be facing Hiruma-san, pretty soon, and I don't know what I'm talking about, haha…"

"You do know!" Monta shouted at him. "We are facing Hiruma-senpai! Today! Right now!"

"Oh, are we?" Sena rubbed the back of his helmet. "... I was so scared I totally forgot, ahahaha..."

Their Captain looked at Unsui. Unsui looked him in his eyes, back. They were dark. Fierce. It was hard to believe that Unsui was shy, after all, he usually followed orders and rarely spoke up to question any unless he felt the need, as he was introverted, but right now, he was fired up.

It was odd to see Unsui this way.

He smiled. Their Captain liked it. "Alright, Unsui," he said to him, pulling out the paper roster rolled up in his hands from behind his back. "How about you reveal it to them, now? As Captain."

His team cheered. Unsui unrolled the paper, revealing the roster for the Live Finale. It was being taped, all live. All of the major Sports News Networks had flown in to see it. CNN Sports was doing most of the live taping, seeing the game in action, as it was just being started.

Unsui was Starting Quarterback.

Unsui read out his team's names and positions, calling out everyone to come around, using, " Katsu! " to settle them.

Everyone shut up. Even the stands beginning to pile in froze, hearing him. Agon didn't shake. All he did was dig in his ear, setting his head down in his palm, tilting it. He blew on his pinkie. Hiruma just grinned.

"What the hell was that…?" Ikkyu heard one of his teammates ask. Ikkyu stared at Enma's side of the field, shocked.

"Unsui…" Ikkyu said, lip falling.

"Cover your ears," he had told Kurita before he did it, as his team was rowdy. Sena was lucky enough to catch on to it, as Riku had did the same, covering his own, telling Sena to do likewise. Unsui yelled. His team joined.

"I'm going to be reading the Final Roster," Unsui told his team, speaking to them once quiet. "If you want to play in this game, you will hear your name called and be in position, got it?"

"Yes!" His team shouted.

Unsui had well control over situations like this. Hiruma took note of this. He took note of this for a long time, after watching Practice Matches with Unsui playing Starting Quarterback in it, as he only played in Practice Matches, and not in Official Games.

Unsui wasn't a bad Quarterback, Hiruma told himself, biting the end of his gumstick, thinking about it. Interesting. Unsui hadn't played in one Official Match Starting Position yet. He had yet to fill those shoes, as their Captain, also Quarterback, took priority.

Unsui would not back down. He sat on the bench, after reading, "Koutarou; Kicker. Riku; Running Back. Sena; Running back. Monta; Cornerback. Kurita; Center. Unsui; Quarterback."

Everyone congratulated him, clapping. Their Captain came behind Unsui and rubbed his shoulder, placing his hand atop his shoulderpad, through his uniform.

"You earned it, Unsui." His captain told him. "Now, defeat him. That Agon!"

The both of them stared at Agon.

Agon grinned, shortly, under his breath. He leaned forward, arms on knees, sitting on the bench, and with a chilled laughter, he laughed, cruelly, looking at them.

"They want to go against me, huh…?" he asked himself, quiet, his team turning too face him, hearing him. "They're all Flies."

He was going to crush them.

He grinned. Agon stood. Hiruma came near him. Fifteen minutes before the game started, Hiruma explained the game plan to the team.

"Agon and Ikkyu will rule the Second Quarter," Hiruma told them, speaking up. "Using their combo-play. Got it? Up until then, protect Agon and Ikkyu with every bone in your body! The First Quarter will only be us testing Enma, seeing what they got. Hear that, you fucks? Dig out any earwax you have and listen up! Score points if you can, but up until then, protect Agon and Ikkyu with every bone in your body, I mean it! I'll kill you if you fuck up even one millimeter!"

" Yeah —!" His team screamed back.

Hiruma smirked. He looked at Taka, then Yamato, then Akaba. He would use them for something later. Right now, he was only testing Enma.

Show me what you got. He said, looking at them. He eyed Kurita, surrounded by Sena, and Monta. Enma.

Agon came near him. Ten minutes before the game started, they held each other, close, seeming to be in their own place, as the team stared in wonder, looking at them. Agon only seemed to exist with Hiruma, now, in this moment. He held him in his arms, standing, embracing his love. Hiruma held him.

He remembered those times. He remembered when Agonne went to the hospital, for the First Time, and Hiruma wasn't sure he would come back. He remembered crying the fourth day, alone in bed, missing the spot that was once warm, Agonne. Agonne remembered being in the Mental Hospital, when he had Fallen, and woke to Hiruma, seeing him above him, loving on him, having sex with him, in the bed. He remembered all those times. The times those two shared, the moonlight, the sunlight, all of it, they remembered.

They loved.

He placed his guard against Hiruma's neck, feeling him. He hugged his hips, resting his hands among them, breathing. Their helmets were on. They touched, guards close together, closing their eyes, feeling one's presence. Hiruma rested his hands among Agonne's arms, rubbing him. Sena looked at them.

What? He wondered in his head, seeing the two of them. Never in his life had he seen Agon so… patient with somebody. So… still. And Hiruma, he had never seen his Previous Captain so… loving. So… caring. Hiruma breathed with Agonne, feeling him.

He broke away from him. Hiruma looked in his eyes, seeing them shift hazel, looking golden, in the light. Hiruma's were blue, Agonne noticed, looking into him. Agon's shifted amber, forming gold, seeing Hiruma looking into them, loving. Hiruma saw. He felt. He felt Agonne. He continued to look at him, Agon's own twinkling, looking into Hiruma's, smiling, becoming bright when he saw Hiruma in his uniform, together, with him.

The Game Began. The Coin Toss was started. Hiruma stood on the field, along with Unsui, as the Referee began the Coin Toss, crowds in the stands cheering, beginning to feel the atmosphere heighten, as the Game of the Century was starting.

"Look, it's Agon!" Someone shouted out, pointing their finger at him. "I love you, Agon!"

A round of cheers went out, people hooting, whistling, yelling. Agon wasn't listening. He looked at Hiruma standing, his lover holding his helmet behind his shoulder, cool, perching a gun among his arm, grinning. Unsui stood across from him. Hiruma's eyes were focused on the game, today.

They were winning.

Both said this in their heads as the Referee called out "Enma—Heads!" and "Saikyoudai—Tails...!", tossing the coin, flipping it. They caught it.

It landed on Tails.

Enma cheered. Hiruma tsked. That put him on Defense. He only grinned, looking at his teammates. He walked away. It wasn't a bad thing. Unsui nodded his head, beginning the formation as he trekked downfield to his own, starting the First Down.

The Referee blew the whistle. Agon stood from the bench. Everyone felt the cold atmosphere, coming from him. Agon neared Hiruma, and there, he spoke to him.

"Hand me the ball each run," he said in his ear, smiling. "Kukuku…"

He smacked his ass. Hiruma listened. Agon played best on Defense, and even on Offense, Agon was a monster. These next few plays would only be to scout Enma, and see how much Sena had grown.

"Pass to me as well, Agon-san." Ikkyu begged, eyes still, looking indigo in the light, walking beside Agon. "I'm going to wreck Monta..."

An ominous aura was felt from him.

"Sure," Agon told him, putting on his helmet. "You can wreck him as many times as you want, Ikkyu."

The demons smiled.

Ikkyu smirked. Ikkyu had always wondered why everyone was so afraid of Agon. He knew why, but, didn't understand. He was an incredible Athlete. Never in his life had he met somebody so so multi -talented , so perfect, and destructive …! Power, like his. Agon spotted him in middle school, when they attended together, their Last Year. Ikkyu had gotten pushed down by some School Bullies, and Agon had came, showing up at school, pushing them over.

"Outta my way." He told them. "Trash."

They grabbed Ikkyu's lunch. A bento. One of them had the balls to throw it at Agon. Ikkyu looked.

No shit! He cried out in his head, seeing it fly for Agon's head, as Agon had turned around and wouldn't be able to see it yet. He wouldn't be able to react! It would hit him—

Ikkyu caught it.

Agon looked. Ah-? He turned around, grinning shortly, seeing Ikkyu stand behind him, holding his bento. Agon would've caught it. His Godspeed Impulse was in the middle of reacting, hands in pockets, but Ikkyu caught the lunchbox, flying from his locker, fast. He landed.

Catching at that Angle. Agon said in his head. Shouldn't have been possible for normal trashes. Who is this kid?

"I am a proud catcher," Ikkyu told the men, standing tall, proud. "You won't be able to defeat me. I have pride. I let you bully me," Ikkyu stared at his lunchbox, "Assuming you knew your place, but you didn't." His eyes seemed to glow, dark, staring at them, menacing. "I won't let you do this again. Next time you see me will be the last. Be glad this wasn't a field."

Ikkyu dropped his lunch box for them to see.

"Here," he said, "you can have it. Since you want to act like pigs, eat like ones. Eat the dirt from the ground, and lick from it and the dust that swirls at my feet. Weak."

He made a bad face, tsking. A lot of people were weak, to Ikkyu, in his respective playing field. He always looked for something. Power. Talent. Anyone.

Agon saw it in him.

Someone like him.

"...I'll buy you one," Agon offered, eyes wide. "Ikkyu."

Ikkyu looked at him.

Isn't this interesting? Agon laughed in his head. Someone like him actually showed up ! Ikkyu stared in amazement. At Agon. He had thrown those bullies out of the way with a mere touch. Power. Like him. Ikkyu recognized it.

"...No, Agon-san." he told him. "Let me."

Ikkyu followed him. The two of them spent their lunches together when Agon came to school, finally, for once, with Ikkyu following Agon to his classes, speaking to him, peppy, talking about abstract things.

Agon just sat, smirking, listening. "No," he said one day when Ikkyu asked him to join football, suggesting he should do it. "I'm not interested."

"Why not?" Ikkyu asked him, smiling. "You'd be great at it! Me and you, c'mon, Agon-san!"

Agon smirked. "Me n' you, huh?" He looked up at the sky. He laughed. "That'll get in the way of my love making… kukuku,"

"Getting it on again, huh?" Ikkyu said, lip falling.

The days seemed to flow together. Agon never played football with Ikkyu in Middle School, which was why he was so hyped to have Agon play when he did in Highschool, as his Godspeed Impulse was beautiful, and anyone who saw it could hardly deny it was. Agon was an Athlete. He was proud. He and Ikkyu stood on the field, pride taking them.

They were monsters.

Agon respected Ikkyu's strength. It was just like his own. Ikkyu was proud. His catching was no joke. If there were anyone on this team Agon would throw a pass to without a doubt they would catch it, it would be Ikkyu. He was just reliable.

The Kick Off happened.

The ball flew high in the air.

Ikkyu darted forward. So did Agon. Kobayakawa Sena flew down the left flank of the field, easy, as the ball had been kicked in such a way he wouldn't get to it—

Sena caught it.

He got to the ball, catching it in his arms. Agon grinned. Ah? He said in his head, seeing him. He used his teeth, smiling. He actually managed to get to the ball, huh?

Agon was focused on Sena. He was going to crush him—blitzing him. So was Ikkyu. Come. Agon sounded in his head, seeing Sena dash towards him, right in his direction. They couldn't win unless they took Agon down.

"If you do not take Agon down," Unsui said to his team, a practice before the game started, speaking up in the crowded circle. "We will not win. I'm sure of it. Agon's the best of the Geniuses, and if we can't get through him, we can't defeat the Others. Hiruma will make sure we won't get through him. He knows this. Agon's our biggest opponent, right now. Defeat him."

"Um… If you don't mind me asking, Unsui-san," Sena raised his hand, suddenly, bashful. Everyone looked at him. His eyes were wide, brown. "What makes you so sure Agon is the best?"

"Good question." Unsui told him. "I've seen my brother. I've grown up with him. Agon's only weakness was that he didn't train. Now that he is, more than ever, there's not much that can stop him. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes," Sena answered. "It does, but…"

"We can defeat him," Unsui spoke up. "It's not like he's undefeatable. All we have to do is find a crack in that dam and we'll plow through, all together. Pressure him."

He smiled, confident.

Unsui had grown easy, around Sena, and his team, and was growing out of his shell, as he didn't keep to himself, anymore. Sena remembered stumbling upon Unsui in the library, as something was on his heart, and asked Monta where Unsui was before then.

"Do you know where Unsui-san is?" Sena asked him, in their shared dormitory. Monta chewed a banana, reading a Shonen Jump Magazine.

" Um …" He scratched his hair. "I think he's in the Library. Try that. He said something about going to study. Why?"

Sena shook his head. "Nothing," he said. "I just feel like… something's on my chest, that's all."

He laughed, bashful. Monta looked at him. Sena and him had been through alot together; they had their ups and downs. But Monta could finally say that him and Sena… Sena was his best friend. In this world, he cherished Sena.

That was his friend.

"Sena…" Monta spoke to him. "If you feel the need to speak to Unsui, you probably should. You are too kind, for this world, I think, but… That's a good thing. You should go see him. Sena."

Sena nodded. He entered the Library, holding his Textbooks for his Science and English Self-Learning studies. He sat next to Unsui

"Um, Excuse me," Sena began to say, polite, pulling out a chair. "May I sit here? Can you… help me with my studies? Ahaha…"

Unsui was reading a book. He looked up. "Sena." He said. His eyes were dark, looking gray in the area's lighting. "Of course, sit down. What do you need help with?"

Sena looked at his books. "Science and English," he said. "Even though Panther tries to help me with my English sometimes, it's still hard! Haha!"

"Maybe I can help." Unsui looked at his textbook, seeing it. "Let me see."

Unsui began reading over it. Sena looked at it. Something was on his heart. He wondered what to say. Unsui was really serious, and not a person that Sena regularly saw as open. Sena looked at him.

"Um…" he began to say. "Unsui-san, may I… speak with you?"

Unsui looked at him. "Sure," he said, eyes solemn. "What do you want?"

" Um… " Sena's heart was beating a million miles per a minute. "Even though you're Agon's brother, I think… you should let that go—"

"Huh?" Unsui looked at him, lip falling, eyes dark. Sena flinched. When Unsui did that look, he almost looked like Agon, but…

" Hiiii… " Sena froze, clenching his teeth. He regained his composure, sighing. No, he had to do this. "I think you should be… your own person. Whatever Agon does, that's not you. You're Unsui. He's Agon. His actions, are not… yours. I don't think you should be so hard on yourself, Unsui-san. That is what… I think."

He rubbed the back of his head, bashful. Unsui looked at him. Sena had said such words… to him. He folded the book he was reading shut.

"You're right," Unsui sighed, telling Sena. Sena looked in astonishment; half of him was scared Unsui didn't snap and the other was surprised he was handling it with such… calmness. "Agon has always been the outgoing-type. I'm actually quite shy,"

He laughed, smiling, remembering the days when Agon would speak up for him in class, raising his hand, cutting him off.

"He wants to get water!" Agon would shout, raising his hand, when Unsui would bashfully ask to get a drink outside.

"Agon!" He would say. He couldn't believe his brother. Agon would lounge back in his chair and snort, looking ahead.

"You were thirsty, right?"

Sena's eyes widened, seeing his Vice Captain confess he was timid; introverted. Unsui… shy ?! He almost laughed. Actually he did, light, covering his mouth. Unsui looked at him.

"What?" he asked, seeing him. "What's so funny? Sena."

"No… it's just…" Sena continued to laugh. He calmed down. "It's just you were so serious, I was scared to ask for help with my classes!"

Unsui laughed. "No, please." he said. "Perhaps I should loosen up. If you need any help, please come to me. I'd be more than willing to help, Sena."

Unsui was kind. He had always been that way, Agon knew. Unsui reminded him a lot of their mom, how kind she was, when she gave Unsui a Wish Flower from the ground, handing it to him.

"Here," she would say, "Unsui-kun. Your flower has arrived! Make a wish."

She laughed, sweet. Unsui looked at it. Curious. Agon watched him. They were outside, in the summer, around four years old, before she…

Got sick.

"What is it?" Unsui would say, staring at the Dandelion. "It has no petals. "

"A Wish flower!" She exhaled, smiling. "Make a wish!"

It's a Dandelion , Agon knew, snorting, crossing his arms. He sucked his teeth. Unsui blew on it anyways, making a wish.

"What'd you wish for?" Agon's mom asked Unsui, her child, smiling warmly. Unsui blushed. He held his hands behind his back, shifting his feet, bashful.

"That you'd be here, forever…" Unsui said, smiling. "Mom."

She died within 6 months.

Unsui never understood the missing feeling he felt within him, and maybe it was easier for him to move on from Mom's death because he didn't have as much memories with her as Agon did, but… he knew that missing feeling was felt because it related to his mom. Her.

Saiko.

That was her name. Agon felt a missing feeling within him all the time, and Unsui talked with his Therapist about Agon, his brother, and how he must feel on a daily basis, dealing with PTSD, and how to help his brother with it.

"Please," Unsui spoke to him, confessing. "I want to help my brother."

"But first," His Therapist raised one finger. "You must help Yourself."

He was right, Unsui said to himself, returning to the field, seeing Sena run forward, all seeming like slow motion as he faced against Agon and Ikkyu, Agon letting out a manic laughter, grinning ear to ear, waiting for the commoner to oppose him.

That's right. He said in his head. Agon is the strongest player. But… "GO, SENA!" Unsui shouted out, eyes widening, watching his running back dash forward. "TAKE HIM DOWN—! " Sena will take him down…!

Unsui trusted him.

Agon tore through the line easily as Mizumachi came to stop him, using a Swim, a technique Agon had already foresaw. Hiruma watched, smirking.

But… Hiruma said in his head, chewing on his stick of gum.

"Die, trash!" Agon raised his hand for a chop. Sena's eyes widened. "Go to sleep! Ku— !"

He slammed his hand down.

Agon was stronger.

Sena was downed. At least, that's what everyone thought. He used a Devilbat Ghost to the right, dodging Agon's chop, knowing it was coming.

"Sorry," Ikkyu said, catching him, going to the right, following his movements. "You're not getting away, Sena."

Sena felt no fear. Ikkyu reached out for a tackle, to down him, but Sena believed. Monta…! He cried out, believing in him; his friend.

Monta came.

" Sena !" he shouted. He leapt forward, tackling Ikkyu from the side, catching his blind spot. Ikkyu looked.

No… he said in his head. It couldn't be…!

Faith.

Ikkyu was pulled down by Monta. In those seconds, while Agon was distracted, looking at the Great Pillar of Catching, Ikkyu, get caught, Sena dashed forward, through the opening Monta created, and blew past Agon, explosive run kicking up dirt as he ran.

He ran for 16 yards.

Yes! Sena said in his head, cheering, holding the ball close to him. He gained at least a down, so far. No one will catch up to me, not my speed, not my runni—

Agon caught up.

"...You think," Agon said, raising his palms to block him, eyes wide, suddenly in front of his body. "That will work on me …? Shrimp trash."

Agon grabbed him, carrying his body up, lifting him. Huh? Sena thought in his head, for a blank moment. Agon dragged him back. He carried him back to the 9 yard mark, and there, slammed him down, dirt flying in the air.

Sena coughed out saliva.

"He carried…" Unsui said, eyes wide. "Sena back to the 9 yard mark… so he wouldn't… make a Down. He took the Down forcibly… himself ."

Agon let go. "You can't defeat me," Agon laughed, saying to him, looking down. He stood. "I'm undefeatable. Be glad I stopped you here, trash. You have another chance at a Down." He laughed. "Kukukuku… You've only got about three left, kuku."

Agon walked away. The crowd was left frozen, seeing Agon's play, stunned. Agon looked at Hiruma, seeing him smirk. Hiruma walked back towards his position, biting his gum, chewing it. Kakei stared in wonder.

"What in the world …?!" Kakei gasped, breathing, in the stands, crossing his arms. "What birthed such a monster ? Mizumachi, be careful...! Please."

"The Gods," Onihei spoke next to him, suddenly answering. He looked down at the field. Agon joined Hiruma. "Hoping to crush the Failures they've made…"

Agon hugged Hiruma's waist, coming behind him. Hiruma just smirked, feeling him. He opened his mouth.

"Look," he said, gazing below him. He grabbed Agon's hand, placing it near his waist. Agon got what Hiruma wanted. He tread his fingers within his tights, feeling…

Lace.

Hiruma was wearing lace underwear for Agonne. Agon began humping his waist, feeling it, taking his hand out from Hiruma's tights.

"Mmm…" he said in his ear, placing his hands among his hips, humping him. "I like that…"

He grew excited, grinning, staring at the cameras, sticking his tongue out, humping, feeling Hiruma's tights. Hiruma held Agon's arms around his waist, grinning to him. This was why their games were recommended 18+. Because of Agon's Sexual Antics. His humping was the topic of many interviews, having to be popular among the fans, them questioning why Agon even did it during the First place. They loved it. Agon was a very sexual being during matches, and even with Hiruma standing in front of him, he couldn't help himself. He just did what he wanted. Monta looked at the two. What the hell ?

This was Live Television.

"What the hell ?!" Monta shouted out loud, seeing the two. Sena looked. Ikkyu smirked. "A-A-Agon-senpai's hu-hu- humping —"

"Hm." Ikkyu scoffed, laughing. "This is just the beginning."

He walked away, dusting the gravel from his shoulder pads, joining his team. They lined up, beginning formation.

"It could just be one of Hiruma-san's ploys," Monta started, eyes wide, figuring it out. He was convinced. "I forgot how scary it was to face him. MAX- terrifying."

Sena nodded. "Yeah." he said. His ribs still ached from being slammed on the ground by Agon. Agon hung around Hiruma, not bothered in the least. He grinned. Hiruma heard their famous chant start.

Saikyoudai's name was heard from the crowds.

"Saikyou— DAI !" The crowd cheered, stretching their arms out, clapping twice. "ZAP—! Saikyou— DAI ! ZAP—!"

They clapped again.

"There it is!" The loudspeaker boomed, a commentator speaking on the mic, hearing the chant. "Saikyoudai's famous chant! Look what we have here, folks! Agon Kongou, the God of No Fail, versus Sena, the Lightspeed Running Back of Our Era—! Who will win? This play demonstrates Agon's explosive prowess!"

"He carried him just so he wouldn't score a down—!" Riko-chan cried out, grown. "Agon-san has yet to lose a single game, as he has gone undefeated all Season! Is this Saikyoudai's Golden Year or Enma's Underdog Victory ?!"

Agon walked across the field, setting up formation within his team, restrapping his helmet.

"Oh, this is the Game of the Century, folks—!" Riko-chan commented, growing excited. "We have the All-Stars of the College Universities playing for us! Right here! Hurry! Place your bets! Grab your tickets! My bet's on Agon! This will be the Showdown of the Century!"

"You're sure pumped, huh?" The reporter next to her asked. "Riko-chan?"

"Enma's on Offense," Hiruma told his team, speaking up. "We'll keep it this way, using Agon and Ikkyu, seeing how Enma plays, and then make our move in the Second Quarter. Got that?"

His team nodded. " Yeah !"

The game resumed.

The First Quarter, Agon pressured Sena, stopping him each time, not letting him advance, not even once . Riku didn't dare go Agon's way, after being sent off the field for one pass becoming incomplete, halted by Agon slamming into him, ramming into his body, knocking the wind out of him. Riku stared up at the sky, hair white, through his helmet, flipping over twice before landing on the ground, eyes a wide Aqua blue, stunned.

"Se… na." Riku had tried to say, breathing, his eyes wider than Sena had ever seen of them. They rolled back into his head. Agon looked at him. He smiled, cruel, putting on his helmet. He laughed.

"Told you, didn't I?" he said. "Step on the field, and your dead, kukuku."

Sena clenched his fist. His teeth gritted in anger. Together, He would fight. Not just for Riku's sake, but for his Team's as well.

"He's not going to stop," Unsui told Sena, upon seeing Agon walk away, towards Hiruma. "You're next. You have to get past him. Sena. We'll do this, together. Please, use us. You're not alone."

Yamato raised a hand to high-five Agon. Agon ignored him.

Yeah. Sena nodded. That's right. He'd have to get past Agon—

Ikkyu intercepted the ball in the Second Quarter.

He snatched the ball out of the Sky from Monta as the Third Down was lost, intercepting it. He ran for fifteen yards before someone caught him, Sena and another member of the line, before he was sent to the ground, falling.

" Damn...it! " Ikkyu cursed between his teeth, dropping to the floor, slamming against it. Sena breathed, quick, before catching his breath. His limbs were shaking from excitement—and fear. Ikkyu could've kept running. The member that downed him with Sena had gotten a head start. Had he not gotten that head start…

Ikkyu would've thrown the ball to Agon and they would've scored a Touchdown.

That was scary, Sena breathed. Their line was busy. Enma was using Koutarou, Mizumachi, and everyone to block Saikyoudai, as Banba played Center, along with Yamato, Akaba, and Chuubou to stop Kurita, on Defense, and holding him back, on Offense, even if for a moment, just so Hiruma could throw the ball, making a complete pass to Taka. Unsui continued to watch. Even though they had lost their chances at a initial Touchdown, switching to Defense, he was calm. Their line was strong. Unsui believed in his teammates.

He also believed in his opponents.

"Ouhh, careful." Agon had said, First Quarter ending, whistle blown, drinking from the tip of his water bottle on the bench. "He's got his eye on us."

The First Quarter ended with 35-0, Enma scoring 5 consecutive Touchdowns, all Bonus Kicks making it in the field goal. Koutarou made sure all of the kicks went in, as he flashed his comb, stretching his leg out.

"This is smart !" he said, kicking in his last Field Goal before the Quarter ended, "If you take points from us, we'll take points from you —! I'm the Kicker of Enma Fires—! If you take points from us again—!"

"They haven't taken any points from us, yet." Sena told him, laughing weakly. "Haha… Koutarou-san."

"Still—!" Koutarou yelled out. "We'll defeat them—! Smartly!"

Agon laughed. He stood from the bench. Ikkyu looked at him. "Don't worry, Agon-san." Ikkyu said, seeing Agon toss his water bottle on the ground, joining the field. He put on his helmet. "I will keep my eye on them and make sure they won't do any tricks,"

"Even though you're on this team…" His team said in unison. "Knowing full well Hiruma's usually the one doing the tricks."

Hiruma laughed, holding his stomach. Agon and Hiruma hadn't been all over each other, yet. Ikkyu couldn't remember them kissing, this game. Was something wrong?

There wasn't anything wrong.

In Fact, beginning of Second Quarter, Agon and Ikkyu performed the Sky Dragon, a dark version of the Dragon Fly, using Agon and Ikkyu as Running Backs, Receivers, and Quarterbacks. Hiruma hadn't gotten snapped the ball once, yet.

Was something still wrong with his back? Unsui wondered in his head, seeing Agon play as Quarterback, snapping the ball downfield to Ikkyu, quick. No, there couldn't be. Hiruma was healed.

He wasn't, Unsui concluded, seeing Agon score a touchdown, making the score 35-7, kicking the Field Goal in. Hiruma hadn't played Quarterback once. He only stood, acting as one, but Agon caught all the snaps from Banba.

Hiruma threw the ball, twisting his torso.

He cackled, seeing Unsui's eyes widen. Hiruma was only faking not catching the ball, putting into his head that he was in fact not healed, when really, he was.

He was better than ever.

Agon and Hiruma stood side by side, Third Down beginning, joining each other. Unsui's eyes widened, seeing them. Hiruma called out a hut.

It was starting.

"HUT—!" Hiruma called out. He grinned. Banba didn't snap. Hiruma turned and faced Agon. Everyone watched as Hiruma slowly took off Agon's helmet, hopping on his waist, taking off his own. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue inside Agon's mouth, kissing him.

He made out with him.

" WHAT?! " Enma screamed out, seeing the two. Agon held Hiruma on his waist, shifting him against him, making out with him. It was too late. "THOSE TWO—?!"

Yamato caught the snap from Banba.

He ran. Agon and Hiruma were a distraction. He laughed. Hiruma was brilliant. He ran forward, everyone too stunned to react, as by the time they did, Saikyoudai had pushed through their line, and Yamato had a clear victory in sight.

Sena stood in front of the goal line. He was the only one fast enough to catch Yamato. He wasn't affected by Agon and Hiruma because he had blanked out, thinking about Yamato and taking him down, becoming the Real Eyeshield 21 again, keeping his title, and maybe it was just his luck, because he turned around, catching up to him.

"I will defeat you!" Sena said, raising his arms. "Yamato!"

He did a Bump to his heart. Yamato raised one of his hands. "Sorry, Sena…!" he said, ducking to the side, darting. Sena caught him. Yamato twisted, jumping above Sena, landing on the Touchdown line, into Enma's End Zone, making a Touchdown.

"We're winning today," he said, confident, staring up at the sky, on his back. "As today's our Victory…!"

Sena looked, stunned. Saikyoudai kept the ball the entire Quarter. Ikkyu and Agon's hotline seemed unbeatable, scoring 21 points just all by itself, and Agon scoring double the amount, making it 42, and with one long pass, Hiruma through a Demonic Bewitching Devil Laser Bullet towards Ikkyu, at the end of the Second Quarter with 3 remaining seconds left—

Monta caught it.

Everyone stared in shock as Monta caught the ball, jumping behind Ikkyu, doing a Devil Backfire, as now, it had become the Phoenix Backfire, intercepting the ball from the Opponent.

He landed.

The crowd went crazy. Hiruma scoffed, smirking, looking at Monta. And with that, the Second Quarter ended with Saikyoudai scoring 70- 35 to Enma.

Halftime began.

Hiruma and Agon seemed all over each other. Saikyoudai was used to it. During break, each team got water and went to the bathroom. So did Agon and Hiruma.

Agon fucked Hiruma over the bathroom sink, locking the door behind them. Agon rested his head against Hiruma's back, fucking him, groaning, tugging down his tights.

" Uh… I've been wanting to do this all day…! " He moaned to him, groaning, biting his lip. He began to whimper, fucking him tightly. Hiruma held the corners of the sink, whimpering, feeling Agon within him, moaning. His lingerie underwear was down his thighs. Agon and him wore condoms.

He wailed, shouting, lifting his head, as Agon gripped him by the throat, behind him, pumping him rough. They made love in the private bathroom, sensing one another, becoming one.

They exited.

Agon rebuckled his belt, standing outside of the doorway, while Hiruma cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom, and there, kissed Agon's face, coming near him, licking his lips.

"Mmm…" Agon hummed into him, feeling him. Hiruma left his side. During Halftime, his team had dispersed, and didn't talk about the bruising handmark around his neck, as well as the fallen, disheveled, way Hiruma's hair crept around his shoulders, assuming it was sweat, as crowds in the stands went and grabbed food, water, anything they wanted and needed, excited for the Second Half that was going to start.

"Agon's playing!" People shouted in the streets, telling their friends, family, anyone. "Sena, too! It's the match of the Century! They're facing each other! Hurry!"

The game had packed over 72,000 in Yokohama Stadium, as people from all over the world were flying in just to see the match between Agon and Sena. On the outside of the Stadium stood an overhead screening Agon's face in a photo, dreadlocks overlapping his eyes, lips cruel. Sena smiled in his photo, sweet. They were pictured next to each other, with a VS symbol proudly glowing between them.

The Third Quarter resumed.

" Wahhhhh! Unsui-kun, what are we going to do?" Kurita panicked, rushing over to him, lip wobbling. "Saikyoudai's leading by 70 to our 30! What'll we do, Unsui-kun?"

Kurita was Vice Captain for this game. Unsui always thought Captain suited Kurita better. Perhaps, in their Third Year.

"Ha. They can try." Unsui scoffed, laughing, face serious. He took off his helmet, looking at Agon and Hiruma across the field, Agon rubbing his waist, holding Hiruma close to him, Hiruma taking out a play table from nowhere out of his duffle bag, unfolding it, team shocked. "They won't win. This game is ours. All we have to do is break Agon and Hiruma's hotline and their done."

"How…?" Kurita asked him. Enma began to surround their Guardian God, listening in, offering any advice, opinions, anything.

"Hiruma and Agon are close," Unsui said to his team, on one knee, leaning in. Everyone listened. Even the previous Captain. "All we have to do is destroy them. Sena, pressure Agon. Keep applying pressure. He gets pissed about when you try him the most, and Riku…"

Unsui turned to him. He was back from Medical Assistance, now, in the game. "Keep Pressuring Agon, too. I'm not sorry about asking you to do this, again. Keep doing it. Got it?"

Riku nodded. "With all my might." he said. "Let's do this, Sena."

Sena nodded. He drunk from his water bottle, staring at Unsui's face, pumped. Unsui was a good Captain. And Quarterback. He was gifted in the ways he could reil his team in under intense pressure, and even though they were losing, it wasn't for long.

Not with this team.

"Koutarou, you're on Akaba." Unsui spoke to him, swift. "You used to date, right? Be on him. Pressure him. If it's you, I'm sure you can do it. You'll be moving up to our line. Mark him."

" Ugh !" Koutarou held his face. "That's going to be hella awkward, Unsui-chan! Why would you do that to me? That ain't smart!"

He pouted. Unsui watched him cross his arms, displeased. Koutarou had started calling Unsui Unsui-chan in an effort to make Unsui feel more comfortable with their team. Unsui was used to dealing with Geniuses that didn't have their way. After all, he grew up with the King of them All. Agon.

"You want to win, right?" Unsui asked him. "Then this is our best shot. I'm not sorry. Stand by Akaba and mark him. Monta, stay on Ikkyu. You're doing fine. That last play sure has him riled up, especially Taka. Keep applying pressure. Bump Agon on each play. I'm sure Yamato will want to join in on the fun, too, as Hiruma will pass to him if all of his Star Players are locked."

"And you, Unsui-san?"

"I'll have Agon." he said to them. "And… Hiruma."

He put on his helmet.

" Ah ?!" Agon cried out in front of his team, hearing Hiruma announce they were going for an onside kick, using him. "Why not go for a sweep?"

Agon picked up his own small doll and led it over to Enma's, kicking them over, knocking them off the table. Hiruma smirked. Agon stood behind him, holding his waist, as Hiruma was bent over, standing, looking at the play formation, leaning on the table. Agon held his hips.

He began to hump him. "I wanna fuck you so bad…" he said in his ear, around his teammates, biting his lip, gritting his teeth. Hiruma wanted to shoot him. His lip fell. This was Live Television. He couldn't believe it.

"Agon." He wanted to say, but couldn't, as Agon had already roped his hand around his neck, choking him.

"S-Stop…!" Mamori tried to say, horrified, as she, too, knew that they were on Live Television. Agon continued to hump. His lip fell.

"Ah-?" he said. He stopped. "I can't hump Hiruma on Live Television?"

He grinned.

"We'll go for the sweep," Hiruma told him, afterwards, his team shocked, turning his head to face Agon, as if nothing happened. Agon leaned forward, kissing his lips, letting Hiruma peck him a couple times, holding his chin. "Kekekeke… Didn't you hear me? Your twin will be the Key to our Victory, today. Whether or not he can hold that composure of his will let us know which side Victory is tipping in our scale."

He laughed.

Agon listened. He leaned back. "Oh," he said. "Be careful, Hiruma Youichi." He began to snicker, giggling. "Unko-chan's watching."

Hiruma looked. Unsui watched them with dark eyes, studying, before he walked off, grabbing his water. Hiruma stilled.

"Isn't that fun?" he said. "Agon."

Third Quarter began.

Agon was being marked by Sena and Riku. Akaba was being marked by Koutarou. Koutarou made a bad face, looking away, biting his lip.

Damn, that Unsui. He said in his head, not facing Akaba. This is going to be hella awkward, but I want to win..!

"I didn't want to face you!" Koutarou said, pointing his finger, loud mouthed. Akaba stared at him through his indigo shades, his red eyes blaring beneath them. "But Unsui said I'd have to! Just because this is over between us doesn't mean I want to see you!"

Unsui called a Set.

"It ain't smart!" Koutarou called out, almost screaming. "Facing you again! Tsk!"

"Do you still remember D-Flat 7?" Akaba asked him, suddenly. "Koutarou. Perhaps it might not have worked out for us, but, we will win, today."

Kurita snapped the ball to Unsui.

Immediately, the plays begun. Chuubou stood up to Kurita, the Guardian Guard Himself, and closed his eyes, blazing with fire.

" DELTA...DYNAMITE… " He gritted his teeth, arching his elbow into a small triangle, against Kurita's belly as he held him off. " TRIPLE… "

Kurita clenched his teeth. " FUN...RA… "

" QUANTUM EXPLOSION—! "

" —BA—! "

The both of them blasted each other back. Chuubou's nose bled, flying high into the air, flipping, knocked out, as Kurita's position as Center became open, being knocked back, even for a second…!

" NOW! " Hiruma shouted. " GET THE BALL—! DAMMIT! "

Yamato blasted through the center, jumping over Kurita's large body, heading for Unsui before he could hand the ball to Sena. He tackled him, but not before Unsui threw the ball high in the air, at a wide angle, the arc peaking, and falling into Sena's grasp, catching it.

He ran.

Riku covered him. "It seems we will face him, again." he said to him, quick, spotting Agon in front of them. "I will protect you, Sena. I want my revenge."

Yeah. Sena thought. He nodded his head, tucking the ball underneath his arm. Agon faced them, stretching out his arms, prepared to block.

They really think… He gritted his teeth. They can get past me ?!

He chopped both their ribcages before they could get past.

Sena dropped the ball, coughing out saliva. Riku did, too. They fell down on the ground, only gaining 6 yards.

The play begun again. The formation held. Time and time again Sena and Riku blitzed Agon, keeping him busy, if only for a moment, before Ikkyu managed to fly over Kurita, Mage Rocketing over the large body, tackling Unsui, still with the ball.

Saikyoudai gained possession.

The crowd cheered.

At least, that's what everyone thought . Where is the ball…? Agon wondered in his head, chopping Sena to the left of him, sneaking behind his blind spot. He sensed him. He grinned.

"Where's the ball, Unko-chan?" Agon asked out loud, looking at his brother. He stalked over. The line was busy, keeping everyone at stake, stilling. Agon moved forward, far from him. Riku flew towards him, dashing, before Agon could get over.

He chopped him.

Mizumachi came. Agon flipped him over his back. "Where's the ball…" Agon asked him again, grinning shortly, Unsui stilling. "Unko-chan?"

He ran forward, grinning. He darted for Unsui, swimming around the left flank of the line, as all members of both teams were either down or occupied with the line. It was only Agon and Unsui.

"Where's the ball?!" Agon cried out, laughing. "Tell me where it is—!"

Unsui revealed it from behind his back, on the ground. With a dark gaze, he snapped it upward. Agon looked, turning around.

"Where…?" he said aloud, looking at the sky. The ball began to land. Sena had ran all the way to their goal line. Agon watched him catch it, all the way from there, down the field. Sena blitzing Agon was only a distraction, getting chopped, going towards the ball once he did, out of Agon's mind. Unsui had snapped it to him for this purpose. Agon's lip dropped. He was distracted.

What.

The.

Fuck.

The crowd went crazy . "Oh, My GOD!" The commentator screamed at the mic, seeing the transition play, Touchdown scoring. "There it is! Kobayakawa Sena's famous Run! Eyeshield 21!"

Sena cheered, pumping his fist, screaming.

"Yes!" Panther screamed, at their hotel, raising his arm. "He got it!"

Everyone at home watched in astonishment. Enma ruled the Third Quarter, as Chuubou was out of strength, defending Kurita, and Yamato nearly out of power, having to defend the Guardian God each time. Hiruma knew they couldn't be on defense for long, as his team was breaking.

"...You Fucking Fatty," Hiruma called out, looking at Kurita, grinning. "You're ruining all my cards, kekeke."

He held his helmet behind his shoulders.

Kurita grinned.

Hiruma was having fun. He was enjoying this game. All year, he had been waiting to face Kurita, as he had grown strong, stronger than ever. It was amazing. He was ruining all his cards.

Agon stood next to him. He held his waist.

"Ah-? This fucking fat ass messing with you, baby?" Hiruma heard Agon ask him. " All this guy is is trash, kukuku. Nothing to worry about. Don't mind, no mind, kukuku."

Agon grinned. His showed his teeth, laughing. Behind those Oakley Juliet's, Hiruma could see amusement in his eyes. Not from being challenged, but… Crushing those opponents.

"...Nah." Hiruma said to him, speaking up. "Just fine and dandy."

He chewed his gum, grinning. This was problemsome. He walked away. Hiruma was bothered. Unsui still wasn't breaking, yet. The Third Quarter ended with a mind blowing 85-73, Saikyoudai still in the lead, but Enma catching up. By Fourth Quarter, Enma caught up, with the score board tying 85-85 with two minutes still left in the game.

"Get the ball!" Hiruma shouted at him. "My Agonne—!"

Hiruma was tackled by Sena, suddenly, as he had made his way through his line, defeating him. Agon saw him from the left hand side of his vision.

Hiruma… he said, eyes wide. He caught the ball, throwing, snapping it to Ikkyu, quick, thirty yards down the field. Agon's lip stiffened, seeing Hiruma downed, which had to be the first time in the game. Agon looked.

Ikkyu caught the ball.

The stadium screamed in fulfillment. Ikkyu landed. Agon clenched his teeth, stiffening his fist, gritting his mouth.

"Don't get ahead of yourself…" Agon growled, Sena hearing him, sudden, on Hiruma. Sena looked up, shocked at Agon's composure. "Don't get ahead of yourself just because you downed Hiruma—!"

Agon screamed. The cameras zoomed in on him. Everyone was shocked. He rushed towards Sena. He almost grabbed him, but, stopped. He remembered he had a game, and couldn't do this. He gritted his teeth, eyes widening. The referee waited on him to make a Personal Foul. Agon was known to have a bad temper. He pulled back.

What…? Sena looked at him. All the fans were shocked. Even Akaba and Koutarou, staring at him.

"What's…" Koutarou breathed. " Wrong with… him…?"

Akaba didn't answer. He only watched. He grimly got up. His team joined Agon, sensing what was happening. Koutarou stood.

"What…" he said, lip falling.

Agon began to panic. His heart beat a million miles per a minute. Hiruma had been downed…! He couldn't believe it. He wasn't there to protect him…! Trashes looked at him, all with odd faces, seeming to laugh at him.

Don't laugh at me…! Agon wanted to say, but couldn't. You're just trash…! You don't know a damn thing…! All he could do was clench his fist, and wait, trying to keep himself together.

"Agon, let's just get back to the game…!" Yamato came up to him, and grinned, smiling sincere, standing next to him.

"We're going to win, see?" He pointed to Sena, down the field, and Riku, who was also downed, flipped over. "Just because he downed Hiruma doesn't mean a thing—"

He rested his hand on his shoulder.

Agon flipped out.

"Don't touch me!" Agon barked, smacking him away. Hiruma's eyes widened. Agon almost charged at Yamato, growing upset. "Don't lay a hand on me! You think you're better than me, all because you're the Perfect Player —!"

Agon shoved him.

Yamato backed away, but, Agon chased him, barking, tightening his fist. Hiruma sat up. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with his Agonne…!

"Agonne!" Hiruma shouted, screaming. Agonne froze, if only for a moment, stopping, looking at Hiruma. He was having an episode. Damn. The medication wasn't helping…!

Agon could feel his skin boil. He was angry. Saikyoudai was going to win. Then why—Then why did trashes doubt him?! He could feel his heart beating, hammering against his chest. He gripped his uniform.

"I'm not crazy!" He shouted out loud, screaming, memories of children whispering about him, his dad wondering what to do about him, concerned. "You trash don't know shit! I'm not crazy! Unko-chan, tell them I'm not crazy…!"

He began to laugh.

He faced his brother.

Unsui stared at him, eyes wide. Agon… He thought in his head. If he helped Agon, that could ruin his chances to the Rice Bowl, and his team, had fought so hard… The applied pressure was working… but not like this.

"Agon…" Unsui said. "You're not crazy. Just me. And everyone else. Settle down, please. Everyone is watching."

"It seems… something is going down on the field," The Commentator spoke, slow, seeing it play out on the ground below him. "With one of the players, Agon-senshu…"

Everything began to feel fuzzy, for That Agon, as he slipped back, almost stumbling. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. The environment around him seemed to spin.

"Ah…?" he tried to say, looking up at the sky. His voice began to shorten. "Why am I… so angry? I'm panicking… aren't I?" He grinned. "Damn… it."

Agon fell.

Unsui caught him. The game was paused for a brief fifteen minutes, as Agon had fallen into Unsui's arms, quick, before awakening soon enough, coming to. He was checked out on the bench. Medical assistance looked in his eyes, checking if he was okay, before clearing him for the game. His team stood beside him, far, giving him space, but close enough in a crowd to make sure he was okay.

Agon yawned. He stretched, Hiruma watching him, making sure he was alright. This is nothing special… Agon thought to himself, thinking, at that time. Just an Anxiety Attack. Agon remembered having those since he was a kid. Before he was Diagnosed with PTSD. At four, his father took him to the clinic, six months after his mom died, and had him checked out, which was when Agon was Diagnosed with Anxiety, and that was the cause behind his irritability, and at five, ADHD, and at six… he didn't want to think about it. All he cared about was he was okay, and Hiruma was next to him, holding his hand.

He was okay, Agon breathed. He calmed himself. It wasn't something he could prevent, as any amount of medication couldn't delete this issue, but, it could help. It wasn't preventable that Anxiety Attacks would happen.

"What… was that?" Hiruma heard Monta say, from the other side of the field. "It seems he just… kinda fell, out nowhere, ya know? What was wrong with him? Is he still drinking?"

"No…" Sena shook his head, seeing Agon. "I don't think… that was the case. I think he just…"

Sena remembered Panther talking to him about how many Athletes had mental disorders, and learned it from Clifford, saying many of them had ADHD, but it was actually a benefit, as it allowed them to focus on different parts of the field at the same time.

"It ain't smart!" he recalled Koutarou saying in practice, one day, talking about his ADHD and having to take his medication. "Having to take medication just to not feel like yourself! It ain't smart!"

He kicked in another field goal.

"I agree!" Mizumachi agreed, jumping out of his gear, everyone shocked. "No more medication! No more! Nhaha!"

"Oh, no you don't." Kakei said, crossing his arms. "That doesn't go for you. We just got him on his medication."

Kakei had been visiting practice, helping Mizumachi with his blocks, helping them in any way he could just to defeat Saikyoudai.

This was new, to Sena. He hadn't known athletes had mental disorders, as Panther had explained to him, and, some of them, within his own team, like Mizumachi and Koutarou, had ADHD. He had never thought about it. He looked at Agon.

Does Agon have… He thought loosely in his head. No… it couldn't be.

"What…?" Monta asked him, scared. "It was scary. Don't you think? I hope he's okay. He's a bad dude, but..."

Sena nodded. "Yeah." he gulped. "Me, too."

Agon had experienced almost going into a heavy flashback. The world around him seemed to blur. He remembered becoming so angry with Yamato, the Real Eyeshield 21, him saying those taunts about the Perfect Player back at the hospital seemed to bother him, now, somehow. Agon knew it was his Anxiety at the moment he had it.

Mamori stood and watched. She held medicine, if any needed to be taken. Suzana looked, seeing her hold a capsule of pills.

"Mamo-nee?" Mamori heard Suzana ask, peering over, seeing the capsule of pills. "Celexa? Why do you have that… Mamo-nee?"

Mamori hid them, quick. "Not now, Suzana-chan." Mamori told her, eyes tearing up. "Not now, maybe later."

Her lip stiffened, worried.

Agon told Hiruma what had happened, after his lover entered the crowd, sitting down next to him, holding a bottled water capsule. He handed it to Agon, worried look in his eyes, asking everybody to give him space. Agon looked.

"I almost went into a flashback," he explained, drinking from his water bottle, leaning forward. He was on the bench. "My Anxiety. It does that… sometimes." He looked at Hiruma beside him, now sitting. He looked like he wanted to say sorry. The lips on them both thinned.

I'm sorry.

Hiruma heard those words come from Agon's soul. He didn't say it, as the others couldn't feel it, but, he could, reading his muscles, seeing the way Agon's hold on the water bottle loosened in shame, gritting his teeth, looking away.

"It's okay," Hiruma told him, wiping his thumb beneath Agon's Oakley Juliet, feeling a tear drop from him. "You're alright. Can you… continue this game?"

"Hiruma!" Mamori cried out, stiffening her lip. "That's enough! He just had an episode and you're just caring about the game? You and your Victory— "

"No." Agon cut her off. "I can continue. I'm not giving this up. We…" He grasped Hiruma's hand, holding him tight. He needed him, now. "Gave up too much for this. We need to Win. This is the Price… We must pay. I may be irritable but, just… give me a moment. Where's my medication?"

Mamori rushed over to him over to him, dipped two pills in his hand. Agon swallowed them with water.

"Will he be able to play?" The referee asked them, coming over. "Saikyoudai?"

Hiruma nodded. "He will play." Hiruma told him. "Just give us a moment."

The referee walked away. "Five minutes." He said, turning. "Or you're going to forfeit the match or switch your player. This happens again, you will be Disqualified."

He turned his head.

Hiruma looked at Agon. Agon felt… anger. He was angry. This was something he could not help—

"Agonne," Hiruma spoke up, suddenly, to his team. He grabbed Agon's hand with both of his, speaking, gaze dark. "Has Anxiety." He confessed this to the team with wide eyes, looking up, sincere. They looked at him. "It's not just from his PTSD. He has Anxiety. And ADHD, too. I… will leave it up to you if you want to put him in, or not. This is your Rice Bowl too, after all."

He looked at Agon. Hiruma and Agon had dark looks on their faces. Ikkyu looked at his teammates. He was stunned. Yamato stepped up.

"I… will want him in the game." he said. He clenched his fist. "Agon is a proud warrior. A strong one, too. There have been many times when he pulled us out of a pinch. He can not help this. We have to have him—"

"No." A third-year, Oujou Golden Generation, standing up, parting the crowd. He looked at Hiruma. "I'm not having this. Just because his medication didn't work doesn't mean he gets to ruin our chances at the Rice Bowl! I put everything on the line for this—!"

"You're right." Hiruma said, looking at them, eyes unbarren. "You will raise your hand if you feel the need Agon will participate. The Numbers are 50-50. Your call."

"Hiruma…" Mamori said.

"What the fuck ?!" Ikkyu cried out, sudden, screaming. Agon's eyes widened. "Of course we'll put you in the game! You're our team mate, Agon-san!"

He was crying. Tears streamed down his face.

"And you—! " Ikkyu glared at the Oujou Upperclassman. "I should kill you! How dare you insult Agon-san like that? We have all given up something, for this…!" He clenched his teeth. "Dammit… How can you be so insensitive ! Agon-san gives up his sanity just so he can play with us and Hiruma-san everyday —! How dare you—!"

Ikkyu was screaming. Monta heard him. The stands were frozen, in shock. Agon's father looked down. His lip stiffened. Agon… he said. He couldn't tell what was going on, as no one could, in the stands. Only the people on the field could. Everyone was left speechless. Silence remained. Agon opened his mouth. He spoke.

"Ikkyu." Agon told him. "Lay off. I'm playing. Regardless of how they feel…" He stood, grasping Hiruma's hand. "I'm playing. I'm the Vice Captain of this team. Hiruma… I can't—"

" UM…! " A pitchy voice had said, almost screeching. Everyone turned to see it was Chuubou. His nose was tipped red. His eyes were closed. "Agon-san isn't alone! You are not alone! You have this team—!" He shouted. "Everyone on this team cares about you—! For what you are missing, we will fill! We are… Team SAIKYOUDAI—! "

All of them cheered.

Hiruma stared in shock. His team… He grinned. Those guys. Doing pointless things like this. Agon tsked, turning his head.

"Ah?" he said, calm, now. "Shut up. Your yelling's annoying…"

He smiled.

The game resumed. It was scary, having Agon run at him, almost charging him, but, Yamato knew that was just an episode. Agon wasn't acting. He was going to be okay. There were things in this world you could not help.

He held Taka's hand.

The Fourth Quarter began. It was an All-Out Brawl between Enma and Saikyoudai, making the experience worthwhile, scoring, gaining points, fighting for every lead and Down until—

Sena tackled Agon.

Hi...ru… ma…. ! Agon had said, being sent to the ground, Sena trampling over, flying over him. He had learned to jump from Panther, and while Agon was distracted, Unsui saying to do it now, as Agon was thinking of Hiruma, now, looking in his direction, seeing him tackled by Monta. Sena rushed forward, with Riku being the decoy, and jumped behind him, making a makeshift bullet, tugging him down by his helmet, blocking his vision.

If Agon couldn't see, he couldn't react—

Agon grabbed his ankle, just as Sena prepared to run, landing. He gritted his teeth. "You think you will…" he said. "Get past me ?!"

He jerked him back. Sena fell to the ground, landing on his stomach, crashing, spitting up air, letting go of the ball. It fell, tumbling out of his hands.

The score was 95-95.

Three seconds were left.

Two…

One.

Monta grabbed the ball, standing. Even though he couldn't throw the ball, he began to throw it. Hiruma rose from the ground, grabbing his arm, tackling him from behind, suddenly rising from the dead. With one final grab, Hiruma snatched the ball, gritting his teeth, snapping it high into the air.

A Hail Mary pass.

" Who…? " Unsui wondered aloud, from his head, seeing the ball travel over to Enma's End Zone. As far as he knew, no one was there. Everyone had been occupied—

Hiruma believed.

He believed someone would be there, as he had thrown it long down the field, away from Monta, away from Taka, away from Ikkyu, then who…?

Chuubou.

Chuubou caught the ball, catching it in his arms, slamming against the ground. He landed on the Touchdown Line. The whistle blew.

"T- TOUCHDOWN—! " The referee sounded, stammering. Crowds went crazy, jumping, screaming, chanting Chuubous name.

"Holy shit…" Chuubou had said, looking up at the sky, gasping. "I did it."

Everyone cheered.

Saikyoudai had won.

The whistle blowed.

Agon let out a sigh of relief, rolling over on his back. Hiruma fell to the ground, beside him, laying the same way, across from Agon.

"We did it…" he told him, with a huff of his breath. "Thought we were going to have to go over into over time… kekeke."

Agon laughed. "No, you trash." he said. "Of course not. That damn Chuubou caught it with his power, abandoning his battle from Kurita."

Chuubou. Agon had said his name. He respected him. As an athlete, now. Chuubou began to cry, tears falling from his face, lip wobbling, screaming out into the sky.

" YES! " He screamed, clenching his fist, shrieking. " YA—HA—! "

Red and gold fireworks popped in the sky, Enma on the ground, their hands and knees wobbling, as their shot at the Rice Bowl had gotten crushed.

"No…" Monta said, hair falling. "It's all my fault—!"

He began to cry.

Sena looked at him. "No, Monta—!" he cried out, smiling, looking at him. "Look—!"

Monta looked up. Ikkyu held out his hand to him, smiling, glove tore up, ripped. Monta had done that, scoring from him in the Third Quarter, ripping the ball from him in the sky.

"If it's catching," he remembered him saying at that time. "Then I won't… lose…!"

He ripped the ball from him.

"Good game." Ikkyu said to him. "Monta."

He helped him from his feet. Monta wiped his eyes with his elbow, hearing Ikkyu begin to talk.

"Even though you're not like me, gifted, you gave me a run for my money." Ikkyu looked away. "I'm not sure I would win, if I was alone. You have a good team behind you. Even at your best, you beat me. I'm glad. You are my fated Rival. You should be proud, Monta."

He clapped his shoulder.

Monta cried, nodding.

"Even in my First Year, I couldn't make it to the Rice Bowl." Ikkyu told him, speaking again. "Had it not been for that oni-pass Hiruma-san threw, we would've been tied, neck and neck. Oni-Good job, Monta."

Ikkyu left him.

Monta smiled.

Enma lost.

Unsui fell to the ground. He bent over on his knees and began to cry, clutching the ground on his feet, sniffling. It was over. It was all over. All he worked for—

It was all over.

Agon came next to him. Feet placed themselves next to Unsui's presence and a person sat down, lounging themselves beside their brother.

It was Agon. "...I remember," he began to say, struggling. "The first time... I kissed Hiruma." He looked ahead, at his team celebrating. "I was scared. I didn't… know what to do. My feelings… for Hiruma… were actually… strong. I actually ran away. I didn't… know what I wanted to do... with them. All I knew was that… I wanted to be with… this person. Him. I've always wanted to be… with him… I just didn't know it. Do you… want to play Football forever… Unko-chan?"

"Yes…!" Unsui cried out, biting his lip. "Yes…! I do…!"

"I… want to be with him… forever. I want to play with him… as long as I can. And in order to do that… I need to love him…" He paused. "Do you love football...? Unko-chan."

"I do...!" Unsui nodded. "I do…!"

"Then… Become a Real American Football Player." Agon stood, placing his hand on his own knee, up to his full height. "And Challenge me… In the Finals… Next Year."

Unsui nodded.

They gathered for Line Up. There, under the Referee's whistle, they shook hands, blowing tissues, wiping their noses, tears flooding from their eyes.

"Unsui...!" Kurita cried, leaning on him. " Hiruma…! "

Hiruma tried to shoot him away, but, he gathered the both of them into a large group hug, holding them, squeezing them. Hiruma should've seen it coming, but he was focused on Agon, seeing him stand, across from Unsui, his brother holding his hand out.

Agon looked at the palm of his own hand. He wasn't used to… these types of things. He wasn't used to expressing emotion, as it was hard, sympathy, but, he did care about Unsui. He looked at his brother. Agon knew that Unsui understood.

"Then, in the Finals… Agon." Unsui spoke, smiling, confident. "Next Year… you will give me that handshake, alright?"

"Only if you win…" Agon spat, grinning, toothy. "Otherwise, you're not getting any handshake of mine."

He was still his Little Brother.

Unsui recognized this as the First Player Line-up Agon stood for.

That was when Kurita came, and hugged both Unsui and Hiruma, as Agon walked away. Unsui saw through it. Agon cared about him.

So did his mom.

The teams finished up shaking hands, respectfully, and crying, Banba giving Kurita a giant handshake, then a hug, as he deserved it, and Chuubou, released from Medical Facility, had been welcomed with a round of applause, from the stands.

"Go, Little Dude!" Someone shouted, raising his fist. Chuubou raised his own, pumping it into the sky, slow, solitary, as the screen's overhead video-taped him. Everyone cheered. Sena walked up to Chuubou, greeting him in the line.

"You did great, Chuubou." Sena told him, confident. "How did those years at Deimon treat you?"

"Good." Chuubou said. "What about Enma? They treat you fair?"

Sena smiled. "They do." he said. "You have a good team, too. Is Saikyoudai fun?"

"Yeah. It is." Chuubou gleamed. "You're no longer my Captain anymore, Sena. Hiruma is."

"You're no longer my Kouhai, Chuubou." Sena said. "You're a player. A Real American Football Player… Is what I think." Sena began rubbing his head, giving up afterwards, shy, bashful, as Chuubou did the same, bowing. "Ahaha…"

"No, you're the Real Player!" he said, fiercely, screaming. "Sena-senpai!"

"Chuubou-kun!"

"Sena-senpai!"

"Chuubou-kun!"

They hugged. Mamori sighed. "Mo-!" she said, seeing them, standing next to Suzana. "They're still like that, huh? How interesting. They'll never get over that shyness, I tell you."

"Mamo-nee," Suzuana told her, turning her pompoms, speaking up suddenly. "How come you're not with You-nii? I always thought you guys had something going on…"

"No, Suzana-chan." Mamori looked, turning her head to face Hiruma's direction, with a grin. Hiruma kissed Agon, away from the group, holding his arm and hand. "Hiruma has found somebody he loved…! He's the greatest Captain Saikyoudai has ever seen! And at his back, the Greatest Backbone of all time, is with him, and someone he loved…!The greatest Vice-Captain we've seen and I could ever ask for! I could not be more than happy."

"Oh." Suzana nodded, smiling, warm. "Okay, then. As long as you're happy!"

She grinned, laughing loudly.

She cried later because she realized how hard everyone had worked for this, on her Team.

Enma.

The teams began to depart. Agon respected Unsui, he said to himself, looking at his own hand, Hiruma next to him. He couldn't be more than happier. He had Hiruma by his side. They were going to the Rice Bowl.

He picked him up.

He kissed his lips. "I couldn't have done this without you." Agon said to him. "Hiruma."

Their noses met. Hiruma nodded his head, feeling him. He kissed his bottom lip, intimate.

"Me, either." he said. "Agonne."

They smiled.