Drabble Meme Answer 1
Title: Under Par
Series: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: HiruSen
Rating: PG-13 for Hiruma's potty mouth. XP
Quote: Something to the effect of "You still sleep with stuffed animals?"
For: loser_no_jutsu, because her HiruSen pic was interrupted due to lack of a tablet. XD;
Notes: I'm scared of writing for new fandoms. >___> *cough* We'll see what happens.
The doorbell rang, waking Sena from his fever-induced sleep. He poked his head out of the covers and sniffled, then, deciding it was too drafty to be up and about, returned to the little burrow he'd created. He listened to the rhythm of the rain patter on his rooftop and just as he was about to doze off, the doorbell rang again. And again. And again and again and again. He groaned. Where was the rest of his family?
Pushing his tired body out of bed, Sena wrapped his blanket tightly around himself and shoved his feet into extra fluffy slippers. He shuffled his way slowly to the front door, calling out hoarsely that he was coming. His throat was dry and sore, and his mouth felt like he had been chewing on a wad of cotton during his nap. As he reached out of his warm coccoon to unlock the door, he idly wondered if it was Mamori-nee, who'd called earlier in the day to check why he hadn't come to practice. He'd been sick -- was still sick -- and so he'd asked her to relay the message to the rest of the team.
Suddenly, he felt very guilty for not greeting his guest fast enough. No doubt Mamori-nee was here with the homework from his missed classes, or perhaps even a thermos with some soup, and he'd left her to stand out in the rain. She probably rang the bell so much because she was worried that he might have collapsed or something! She really was that overprotective of him, after all.
Sena quickly pulled open the door, shivering from the sudden rush of cool air at him. A different kind of cold froze his spine as he came face to face with someone he hadn't been expecting at all.
"Yo."
Hiruma stood before him, blond hair dripping wet. A split second later and the older boy was inside the house, taking off his shoes with a squelching noise. "Sorry for the intrusion," he said offhandedly and was clearly not sorry at all. He took off his school blazer and hung it on the coat hanger, a small puddle forming immediately underneath.
"H-Hiruma-san, what are you...?" Sena couldn't bring himself to ask why his devil-incarnate of a captain was here. Surely it couldn't have been to pay him a visit because he was sick. What a silly notion to even try to entertain.
"Close it already, dumbass. You're letting all the heat out."
Sena promptly did as he was commanded, finally realizing that he hadn't moved from the spot since he'd discovered the identity of his visitor. He pulled his blankets closer and stepped away from the door. "Hiruma-san?"
"Idiot, what are you doing out of bed?"
"...Pardon me?" Sena very wisely didn't say anything about it being Hiruma's fault, but somehow he still managed to invoke the former's wrath.
"Get the fuck back in bed, you fucking brat!"
Sena bit his tongue and mustered the rest of his strength to flee to the sanctity of his room. He dove under the covers and shut his eyes. Calm, sadistic Hiruma was bad enough to handle, but when his temper flared, it was common knowledge to get the hell away while you still could. After a few minutes lying buried in his blankets, Sena pondered whether or not he had merely been delusional and hallucinating. There was no way Hiruma would come check up on an ill team mate. Yes, his mind was just playing tricks on him, he concluded when he heard nothing to indicate that anyone else was in the house.
Then someone sat down on his bed and he held back his cry of terror.
"A stuffed animal?" scoffed the intruder, picking up the offending item. "You're pathetic."
In a timid voice muffled by layers of bedding, Sena replied, "Mamori-nee gave it to me."
Hiruma looked at the cute plushie darkly and tossed it across the room in disgust. "Treats you like a fucking kid," he muttered. Sena heard but chose not to comment. A little more loudly, Hiruma said, "You do realize we have a practice game coming up in four days, right." It was more of a statement than a question.
Sena threw off the covers and sat up, gaping at the serious yet grinning face. "WHAT?! When did --" he sneezed, interrupting the oncoming panic attack.
"I won't be playing without my running back at 100%." Said in a tone of deadly finality, Sena couldn't argue and so nodded his head. "Good. I've already contacted the school and told them that you'd be off for the rest of the week. Since you don't have anything else to do during your recovery, here are some running formations I want you to go over and memorize." A thunk of heavy papers hit Sena's dresser drawer. "You'd better get the fuck well for Saturday's game." Or else. With that unspoken threat, Hiruma left the room, only to return a few moments later holding Sena's brown umbrella. "I'm taking this."
It's not mine, Sena wanted to say, but didn't. He slumped back, exhausted from the unexpected visit. He listened to the rain outside. Hiruma's voice drifted upstairs. "I'll be back tomorrow, so don't think you can slack off, fucking brat!"
The front door slammed shut and was locked from the outside. Hiruma-san must've stolen a set of house keys, Sena thought. He reached his hand over and felt the thickness of the sheets Hiruma left him. A long, defeated sigh escaped his lips.
"At least I don't have to get up to let him in anymore."
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AN: My first shot at ES21 ficcage! Oh man, it's 2:30 and I have to work tomorrow. =____=;; *shakes fist at Bailey* XD; Oh well, it was fun to write. Hope you like it!!
Series: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: HiruSen
Rating: PG-13 for Hiruma's potty mouth. XP
Quote: Something to the effect of "You still sleep with stuffed animals?"
For: loser_no_jutsu, because her HiruSen pic was interrupted due to lack of a tablet. XD;
Notes: I'm scared of writing for new fandoms. >___> *cough* We'll see what happens.
The doorbell rang, waking Sena from his fever-induced sleep. He poked his head out of the covers and sniffled, then, deciding it was too drafty to be up and about, returned to the little burrow he'd created. He listened to the rhythm of the rain patter on his rooftop and just as he was about to doze off, the doorbell rang again. And again. And again and again and again. He groaned. Where was the rest of his family?
Pushing his tired body out of bed, Sena wrapped his blanket tightly around himself and shoved his feet into extra fluffy slippers. He shuffled his way slowly to the front door, calling out hoarsely that he was coming. His throat was dry and sore, and his mouth felt like he had been chewing on a wad of cotton during his nap. As he reached out of his warm coccoon to unlock the door, he idly wondered if it was Mamori-nee, who'd called earlier in the day to check why he hadn't come to practice. He'd been sick -- was still sick -- and so he'd asked her to relay the message to the rest of the team.
Suddenly, he felt very guilty for not greeting his guest fast enough. No doubt Mamori-nee was here with the homework from his missed classes, or perhaps even a thermos with some soup, and he'd left her to stand out in the rain. She probably rang the bell so much because she was worried that he might have collapsed or something! She really was that overprotective of him, after all.
Sena quickly pulled open the door, shivering from the sudden rush of cool air at him. A different kind of cold froze his spine as he came face to face with someone he hadn't been expecting at all.
"Yo."
Hiruma stood before him, blond hair dripping wet. A split second later and the older boy was inside the house, taking off his shoes with a squelching noise. "Sorry for the intrusion," he said offhandedly and was clearly not sorry at all. He took off his school blazer and hung it on the coat hanger, a small puddle forming immediately underneath.
"H-Hiruma-san, what are you...?" Sena couldn't bring himself to ask why his devil-incarnate of a captain was here. Surely it couldn't have been to pay him a visit because he was sick. What a silly notion to even try to entertain.
"Close it already, dumbass. You're letting all the heat out."
Sena promptly did as he was commanded, finally realizing that he hadn't moved from the spot since he'd discovered the identity of his visitor. He pulled his blankets closer and stepped away from the door. "Hiruma-san?"
"Idiot, what are you doing out of bed?"
"...Pardon me?" Sena very wisely didn't say anything about it being Hiruma's fault, but somehow he still managed to invoke the former's wrath.
"Get the fuck back in bed, you fucking brat!"
Sena bit his tongue and mustered the rest of his strength to flee to the sanctity of his room. He dove under the covers and shut his eyes. Calm, sadistic Hiruma was bad enough to handle, but when his temper flared, it was common knowledge to get the hell away while you still could. After a few minutes lying buried in his blankets, Sena pondered whether or not he had merely been delusional and hallucinating. There was no way Hiruma would come check up on an ill team mate. Yes, his mind was just playing tricks on him, he concluded when he heard nothing to indicate that anyone else was in the house.
Then someone sat down on his bed and he held back his cry of terror.
"A stuffed animal?" scoffed the intruder, picking up the offending item. "You're pathetic."
In a timid voice muffled by layers of bedding, Sena replied, "Mamori-nee gave it to me."
Hiruma looked at the cute plushie darkly and tossed it across the room in disgust. "Treats you like a fucking kid," he muttered. Sena heard but chose not to comment. A little more loudly, Hiruma said, "You do realize we have a practice game coming up in four days, right." It was more of a statement than a question.
Sena threw off the covers and sat up, gaping at the serious yet grinning face. "WHAT?! When did --" he sneezed, interrupting the oncoming panic attack.
"I won't be playing without my running back at 100%." Said in a tone of deadly finality, Sena couldn't argue and so nodded his head. "Good. I've already contacted the school and told them that you'd be off for the rest of the week. Since you don't have anything else to do during your recovery, here are some running formations I want you to go over and memorize." A thunk of heavy papers hit Sena's dresser drawer. "You'd better get the fuck well for Saturday's game." Or else. With that unspoken threat, Hiruma left the room, only to return a few moments later holding Sena's brown umbrella. "I'm taking this."
It's not mine, Sena wanted to say, but didn't. He slumped back, exhausted from the unexpected visit. He listened to the rain outside. Hiruma's voice drifted upstairs. "I'll be back tomorrow, so don't think you can slack off, fucking brat!"
The front door slammed shut and was locked from the outside. Hiruma-san must've stolen a set of house keys, Sena thought. He reached his hand over and felt the thickness of the sheets Hiruma left him. A long, defeated sigh escaped his lips.
"At least I don't have to get up to let him in anymore."
~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: My first shot at ES21 ficcage! Oh man, it's 2:30 and I have to work tomorrow. =____=;; *shakes fist at Bailey* XD; Oh well, it was fun to write. Hope you like it!!