It was ridiculous. It was absurd. Six months on the same team, no matter what kind of hell they'd gone through together, should not be able to wash away over two years of bullying. But there it was.

He'd gotten used to protecting Sena.

Shin-san paused. "Sena?" His hand stopped and spread out against Sena's stomach. "Do you want me to?"

Sena blushed hotly. Shin-san just out and said things like that! Sena cleared his throat and murmured, "Um. Yes?"

Hiruma pushed away from the wall and glared. "It works if you fucking stay with it. Are you going to spend your whole life half-assed?"

Kid looked away.

Hiruma's growl didn't surprise him, but the hand in his hair did, pulling him around and down to meet Hiruma's mouth on his.

He tried again to think calming thoughts, like training and football technique, and found himself thinking of new tackles he might try on Sena.

That wasn't helping.

Hiruma takes entertainment from life however it comes.

Hiruma had to bend his head back and pull Takami down to kiss him. That was all right. It was the ferocity of Takami's grip on his hips that mattered.

Heero was having a little trouble with the combination of "blackmail" and "ball game club". They didn't seem like they should go together

The telling point, she felt, was that, however enticing the idea of things that went bang and whoosh and crackle were, she didn't really want to shoot Hiruma himself. If she were being corrupted by his wild, thoughtless attitude she would, wouldn't she? No one annoyed her as much as he did, after all.

This was how he put it to himself:

Anezaki Mamori understood the need to fight for what you wanted and cared about.

He's never been a sensualist or any kind of aesthete.