AN: i wont be able to work on any of my stories for about 3-4 days so here you go

Thao Nhi- aww, thank you! i do admit i did have fun writing about Shiori and Wakabayashi, and i would have added more teasing on their part but i run out of time so i had to take them off :((( I dont know if im going to give Aoi a girlfriend because i havent actually thought about it. anyway, thank you for reading!

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yeah i dont own captain tsubasa

also warning, this chapter might be to tmi-ish

Chapter 16: Break

It's been a few days since they came back from camp, and everything was back to normal. Well, Almost.

Aside from the normal congratulations from they continually received from their peers, nothing really changed. Except, maybe aside from the soccer boys, the rest of the male population of the school started to be wary of talking to her for some reason. Usually, they try to make small chats with her and try to ask how she and the rest of the team were doing. She was more than willing to answer them. She thought that it was nice of them to ask how they were doing.

But now, whenever she meets one of them when she's passing in the hallway, they'd start having a normal conversation like usual, then they'd glance at her back and suddenly looked panicked before saying they gotta run. She didn't exactly know what was going on with them because when she turns around, it was just Tsubasa wearing the most harmless smile.

Really, what was wrong with them?

And when she told this dilemma with all her friends, they only laughed and didn't tell her anything. Subaru-kun was trying to stop his smirk from forming when she told it to him.

She even asked Tsubasa, who refused to say anything to her and only kissed her cheek every time.

So she let it go reluctantly and moved on. She's going to figure it out someday, she's sure.

But first, she really had to take some painkillers. Her uterus was having a field day and was giving her the worst of cramps she ever had since a few months ago.

And it was hell.

Looks like she wasn't able to go to school today. Not when she couldn't even stand from her bed. Every movement made her want to take out her uterus. It wasn't the first time she skipped school because of menstrual cramps, she's been doing it ever since she started when she was twelve, and no matter what she tried, even the birth control (it's to fix her unbalanced hormones people!) she was prescribed to, didn't even help lessening the pain she gets every damn time.

She hated getting her period so much.

"You look like you want to die," Ayame remarked from where she leaned against her doorway. She was ready to go to school, already in uniform while her duffel bag for her soccer equipment hung on her right shoulder.

"Maybe I do," she moaned. Ugh, another wave of pain hit her and she moved herself to a fetal position, clutching her stomach.

"You should probably take some painkillers for that," Ayame suggested.

"I would if I could just stand up," she said through gritted teeth. "You have no idea how much I wanted to get up and make it all go away. I can't even move without feeling like I'm being stabbed by ten of the kitchen knives."

"I feel you," she agreed. "Don't move, I'll get it for you because no woman should ever be abandoned in their time of need."

Sanae could only sigh and muttered a weak thank you.

"You want me to get your homework?" Ayame asked once she returned with the painkillers and a glass of water and proceeded to put it on her bedside table.

"No," she replied as she gingerly sat up. "I texted Tsubasa asking him if he could get them for me. I told him I wouldn't be able to come today."

"How sweet," her cousin smirked while she was in the middle of drinking the medicine.

She glared at her over the glass' bottom. She gulped the rest of the water down and said, "It's not like this is his first time doing it. He's done it many of times."

Which was true. Last year he, along with Misaki-kun and Wakabayashi-kun, was introduced to what they –the boys- call, "That-time-of-the-month-where-we-take-extra-homework-because-our-girls-are-in-pain." He was kind of grossed out at the beginning but when he saw her one day miserably watching a movie in her living room, he kind of understood and delivered the homework gladly. Sometimes there was some food added with it, which was heaven-sent because that's what she needed.

"Whatever,"Ayame rolled her eyes. "It's a bummer you got it right before the Fall Interhigh. Practice is kind of crucial at this point. Interhigh's next week after all."

Ugh, right. She was supposed to be on break but instead she has another tournament coming up while being in unbearable pain.

"It's better than having it next week," she replied while snuggling back under the covers.

"True," Ayame thought out loud. She began to walk to the door. "There's breakfast on the table left for you."

She hummed in response, telling her she heard what she said.

"And take it easy today."

"I will."

"I'll see you later then. Don't die."

Sanae managed to roll her eyes but she could still hum in response. She was getting drowsy from the medicine and the thought of sleep seemed to be a good way to ignore the pain.

She closed her eyes and was apparently too knocked out to notice Ayame discreetly leave the room.

The pain subsided when she woke up again that afternoon, and the soup her mom gave her for lunch held settle some of the pain as well. It was still awful, but it was bearable.

And seeing that she couldn't exactly do anything without feeling like receiving a soccer ball straight to her gut, she decided to marathon Studio Ghibli movies again –like she always did- while gorging herself with her emergency chocolate stash that was rapidly dwindling down. Better ask Ayame to grab her some on the way home. Health be damned.

She was about to text her cousin about her request when she heard someone knock on her door.

"Knock, knock," she looked up her door, forgetting to pause her movie, and saw Tsubasa peering into her room.

What? It's only 4:30 in the afternoon. Practice doesn't end until 5. The Boys' Interhigh was in two weeks, what was he doing here?

"Special delivery," he added when he noticed her confused stare. "Someone told me they wanted today's homework. I couldn't exactly forget about her."

She smiled and rolled her eyes before telling him to come in.

"You look tired," he remarked as he took a seat beside her on her bed. "Cramps that painful this time?"

She hummed in agreement before cuddling close to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "The most terrible one ever since three months ago before Nationals."

"That sounds awful," he said as he put his arm around her and dropped a kiss on her head. "It's a good thing I brought you some of your favorites before coming here."

"You did?" she asked, a little excitedly. And she was just about to call Ayame for them.

Tsubasa chuckled and gave her nod, while giving her a plastic full of sweet chocolate goodness.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," she gushed and gave his cheek a kiss.

"I try," he shrugged with that smile she oh so loved that almost made her ignore the pain she was feeling.

"I have a question though," she started while opening one of the packs of chocolate he bought. "Aren't you a little early today? Isn't there about 15 minutes left of practice? You always want to make use of it."

"I would have," he shrugged. "But I had specific orders from your cousin to get my ass going at 4:15 sharp because I'm the only one that'll stop you from whining about the pain for the whole night. She also told me to buy you more chocolates because you didn't have enough to make yourself fatter."

That was actually Ayame's way of saying that she's in too much pain that she was in too much pain, and maybe Tsubasa could make it go away. If you get pass her caustic words, Ayame was actually the nicest person she ever knew. There was only a handful of people who knew about it, but Ayame was very devoted to those she deemed special to her. Ask her sisters, or the girls, they'll tell you the same thing.

"That was nice of her," Sanae said sincerely while still struggling with the pack. It just wouldn't open! She didn't even notice the incredulous look Tsubasa gave her before changing into an amuse expressing in seeing her struggle.

"Need help?" he asked, deciding to have pity on her.

"N- maybe," she finally conceded as she dropped the pack on her lap in frustration. "Can you grab some scissors on my desk? It should be in one of the drawers."

He nodded and got up from her bed to go to the drawers. He was telling her what happened in practice today since the boys and the girls decided for a joint practice while searching for her scissors. She was back to trying to open the pack with her hands as she listened. It was actually an interesting story, but she needed something to do with her hands. Apparently, Ayame accidentally kicked a soccer ball to Misaki-kun's face and he crashed onto the grass. Aw, that would have been a sight to see, more so when Tsubasa told her that dumbfounded stare Misaki-kun supposedly gave to Ayame when she kneeled down to check on him.

Oh, she's getting closer to making them hook up. She's always had thoughts that her cousin liked the other half of the golden duo. She was just too stubborn to realize it. This event could change everything.

"Hmm? What're these?"

"What are?" she looked towards him, asking herself what exactly could make her boyfriend think that there was something weird on her desk. She was sure that they were all normal things.

Except those. Those were definitely not normal.

The last drawer of her desk was open, and he stood near it, reading the back of every envelope he took from the drawer.

Damn it, he wasn't supposed to find those! He wasn't, under any circumstances know about those letters! Why didn't she make sure they were hidden? In fact, why did she even ask for him to find the scissors?

Immediately, she bolted out of the bed, her panic made her ignore the sudden pain she got from her cramps, and tried to snatch the letters out of his hands.

He pulled them away from her before she could even reach them from him, and put them further away from her when she tried to grab them again.

"Give them back!" she cried while trying to take it away from him, but he put it high up in the air when she couldn't reach, or even jump to for that matter because circumstances prevented her to do so.

"Why? They're all addressed to me." He reasoned as he continued to put it out of her reach.

"You're not supposed to get them!" she answered while still continuing to take them from him to no avail.

"Why not? Clearly you wrote them for me," he said while reading the back of the current envelope. "See, it has my name in your handwriting. And… Roberto's address? Wait, were these- were these letters you wrote for me when I was in Brazil?"

He gave her a sharp stare, asking for an answer. She stopped her movements, and bit her lip, refusing to meet his eyes.

"You told me you didn't write one," he said, the betrayed and disappointed tone in his voice evident. "Why did you lie to me?"

Again, she didn't answer and refused to look at him. And she didn't lie to him, she just didn't send it to him.

In a softer tone, he heard her ask. "Why didn't you send them?

She felt herself tear up when he heard him. She hated it when he was angry at her, devastated when he's disappointed. And her being on her period wasn't helping matters either.

"Because I was stupid," she confessed softly, blinking her tears away. "I was too much of a coward to send them to you because I thought you'll only find them annoying –find me annoying. I mean, it was just me, your tomboy friend who hung out with you because all her friends, well people that tolerated her anyway, were boys, and she didn't exactly have any other friends other than them because all the girls hated her boyish attitude. She figured even those boys probably didn't like her one bit and accepted her in their circle because they were too nice. So I didn't see the point of giving them to you because I figured you wouldn't want to hear from someone like me."

There she said it. But, she said too much in the process. This is why she hated getting her period. Not only was she in tremendous amount of pain, but she gets too damn emotional in the process.

He didn't need to know that girls used to bully her because of her attitude.

"I wanted to," she heard him answer. She felt one of his hand on her face and directed her to face him. She let herself turn to him and almost cried at the tender look he was giving her.

"You have no idea how much I waited for a letter from you," he told her while his thumb caressed her cheek. "Every time I get a letter from Japan, I was unconsciously hoping that one of them was from you. Didn't I tell you, even one letter would have been nice?"

She felt her breath hitch inside her chest. God, she couldn't help but feel so elated whenever he gets like this.

"And knowing that you did write to me, even if you didn't send them, I was happy to know that you were still thinking about me. I was scared you forgot about me," he chuckled. "Now I know, you didn't and I'm glad."

She sniffed her nose and hurriedly leaned her head on his chest, burying her face close to him. "I could never forget you. Not even if I tried."

He replied by wrapping an arm around her and kissing her head. They stayed like that for a few more seconds, soaking in each other's presence.

"So can I read them now?" He asked cheekily. She sighed and looked up, a pout on her lips.

"Do I have choice?" she asked grumpily.

"Nope!" he answered with a laugh before kissing her on the lips. She rolled her eyes but she still smiled and returned his kiss. He smiled against their kiss before separating from her and took her hand to sit on her bed again.

Once they were settled in, Tsubasa immediately went through the letters while cuddling close to her. She convinced herself to continue watching her movie, rewinding it from the part that she missed. But she knew no matter what she did, she could never focus on watching. Him reading her letters was making her anxious and she was trying to stop herself from glancing his way every second. At least, there was a smile on his face. His occasional chuckles weren't helping her either.

When she finally started getting back into the movie (the good part was coming up), she noticed that Tsubasa's eyes softened, and his smile drooped. And he seemed to be staring intensely on that lone piece of paper.

She glanced over his shoulder and peered to see what made him look like that, and when she read what exactly she wrote, it started to make some sense to her.

I miss you.

Those were the only words written on the paper, aside from the date. She didn't know why she even wrote it in the first place. It was written a few days before she found out that he was coming home. Her birthday. Maybe- maybe she was just having too many emotions that day.

Who was she kidding, her wish for her birthday that year was to see him again. That was the reason why she wrote the letter.

Tsubasa dropped the letter to the side, a pensive look on his face. She looked to him in concern, thinking of asking him if he was alright.

Before she could even say anything, Tsubasa turned his body to face her and pulled her onto his lap, before burying his face on her neck.

"Tsubasa?" she whispered in confusion. "Are you okay?"

He didn't say anything, continuing to hide his face on her neck. Finally, he sighed and looked at her.

"It must have been hard," he told her with a sad smile.

She gave him a puzzled look, confused about what he was talking about.

"When I was away, I mean," he clarified, and looked down away from her eyes. "It must have been hard for you because you were in love with me while I was at Brazil totally oblivious to your feelings and suffering. I feel like an asshole. I should have noticed your feelings sooner."

Ah, so that was what he meant.

She cupped his face with both her hands and directed him to look at her. "I admit that it was a little hard, and I was irritated at you for never even noticing the hints I've been dropping." His smiled turned into a pained frown, but she caressed his face with her thumb to comfort him. "But I was more mad at myself because I refused to act on my feelings, even just a simple letter telling you I loved you all these time could have been a good step for me, but I chose not to. Now it left us both unsatisfied."

He looked down again, but she only made him look back to her and gave him the happiest smile she could give.

"But, I don't really mind it anymore," she said, "You're here now, here with me, and that's all that matters."

He stared at her for quite some time, and she could read the wide arrange of emotions flicker in his eyes before he finally leaned towards her and took her lips.

There was something different about this kiss, she realized. It wasn't the usual playful ones he gives her behind public eyes, nor was it a quick peck to show his affection.

It was so intense, so passionate, so full of his love for her it took her breath away.

She closed her eyes and returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

His emotions was overwhelming her. She could feel all kinds of them pouring out of him and into this kiss they shared that she didn't even notice that he was pushing her gently down on her bed, trapping her under him.

His hands started to run all over body, his touches starting a fire in her stomach that made her feel good all over. He suddenly bit on her bottom lip, and she couldn't help but gasp lightly. But it seemed to be enough for him to push his tongue into her mouth to taste every inch of her.

She felt herself moan, but his lips muffled the scandalous sounds she didn't know she could even emit. His touches seemed to burn her even more and she couldn't help but want to feel him closer. Her hands unconsciously founds its way to his coat, and started to unbutton it on its own. His hands found their way under her shirt and damn it she wanted him to touch her more, to do more than these caresses that was making her crazy.

She was about to push his coat off his shoulders, already finished unbuttoning it and take it off, and her shirt rode up to expose part of her stomach when she felt the fabric of his school shirt meet her naked skin.

She was on fire, and she wanted more.

"Is this going to be a thing? Me finding the two of you in the middle of a heated make out session?"

They immediately stopped in surprise, looking at each other before Tsubasa sighed in frustration before laying on top of her and hid his eyes on her shoulder.

"Damn it Ayame!" he cried in irritation. "Are you going to do be doing this every time?"

"That's what I don't know either," she answered nonchalantly. "It depends. Though, really you shouldn't be making out here and right now of all times. Should have done it earlier."

She gave a glare at her cousin who only smirked in return. Cheeky bitch. Oh just wait, she's going to get her revenge soon.

"Besides, I guess you guys can't go all the way. Remember Tsubasa, Sanae's on her period. Not exactly a pleasant way to have sex."

Immediately, she felt her cheeks burn and she threw a pillow at her, which she dodged easily. Even Tsubasa was embarrassed by such a thing judging from the way his ears turned red. Really, what is wrong with her?

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone-"

Thank God.

"-and let you continue on with your escapades, or should I say sexcapades. Eew, no that sounded really gross-

"Just leave!" Sanae screamed in anger and embarrassment. She really needed to stop before she gets up and strangle her.

"Okay, okay. I didn't know you were that eager. I'll be going."

"If you don't leave in five seconds I-"

"Leaving!" she shouted as she ran out of the door. "Don't forget about what I said!"

"Shut up!"

The last thing she heard was her cousin's fading cackling.

"Is she finally gone?" Tsubasa raised his head from her shoulder.

"Thank god for that," she answered. Tsubasa smiled and rolled beside her, getting his weight off her. He threw an arm around her waist as she turned to face him.

"So…" she awkwardly started. "What was that all about?"

"I felt like it," he shrugged.

"BS," she refuted lightly. "I've known you long enough to know when you're lying. Not mention you're awful liar."

"Can't I just give my girlfriend without any reason?" he challenged, but both of them knew that she won. He sighed and pulled her close to him.

"I just love you damn much," he confessed, hiding his face on her shoulder. "And I don't know how to show it to you because everything you do, everything you say makes me so damn happy it's unfair because I can't ever give it back."

That's not true. Everything he's done to her was enough, more than enough that her heart feels like bursting.

She frowned and hugged his head close to her chest, her heart. "You hear that?" she asked. "That's my heart beating because I'm happy that you're with me."

He didn't say anything to her but, held onto her tighter.

"So stop moping, and smile. Let's take a nap, maybe that'll help get you out of your melancholic move." dropping a kiss on his head, she looked down to meet his eyes.

Finally there was a smile on his face.

"Only if I can use you as a pillow," he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes in fake exasperation, a smile tugging on her lips. "Whatever makes you happy, Eagle."

His grinned wider and kissed her chin before finally closing his eyes. She softened her smile as she looked down on him. She dropped a light peck on his forehead and proceeded to close her eyes as well.

Tsubasa didn't need to do anything to make her happy. He already did.

End Chapter

AN: i figured since ill be gone, might as well post another make out session. i didnt really like it that much but i'll take it i guess. nothing soccer related this chapter but there are some references to FOLW and STiL cookie for you if you figure it out. the FOLW one is pretty blatant so that should be easy to find. i thought it was time to bring them back lol.

anyway, short ANs but long chapters i'll be leaving soon so cya!

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