AN: Written for Shibarania because she requested some HiruSen. XP

Disclaimer: I don't own no nuthin'.

EDITED: To increase the filth from Hiruma's mouth. :D And to make things sound less formal.

Under Par

Unexpected Visit

The doorbell rang, waking Sena from his fever-induced sleep. He poked his head out of the covers and sniffled, then, deciding it was way too cold 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, the pair he bought for his mom's birthday. He shuffled his way slowly to the front door, calling out hoarsely "I'm coming, I'm 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 cocoon to unlock the door, he blearily 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.

Immediately he felt guilty for not getting the door fast enough. It was probably Mamori-nee who was here with the homework from his missed classes, maybe even with a thermos of 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…

Sena fumbled with the lock and quickly pulled open the door, shivering from the sudden rush of cool air. A different kind of cold froze his spine as he came face to face with someone he hadn't been expecting at all. Not at all.

"Yo, fucking shrimp."

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 instantly underneath.

"H-Hiruma-san, what are you…I mean…huh?" Sena couldn't bring himself to ask why the devil-incarnate was here. Surely it couldn't have been to pay him a sick-visit. What a silly notion to even try to entertain.

He was probably hallucinating.

"…Close it already, fucking 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?"

"For fuck's sake, what the fuck are you doing out here?"

"...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!"

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 the captain's temper flared, it was common knowledge to get the hell away while you still could, and fast.

After a few minutes of lying buried in his blankets and not being riddled with bullet holes, Sena figured that he'd definitely been 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 squeaked in high-pitched terror.

"A plushie?" scoffed the intruder, picking up the offending item. "Fucking pathetic."

In a timid voice muffled by layers of bedding, Sena replied, "Mamori-nee gave it to me."

Hiruma looked at the smiling Doraemon 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 viciously grinning face. "WHAT! When did --" he sneezed four times in succession.

"And I won't be playing without my running back at one hundred fucking percent." Said in a tone of deadly finality, Sena couldn't argue and so nodded his head reflexively. "Good. I've already…arranged it so you have the rest of the week off. Since you don't have anything else to do, 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 down, exhausted from the unexpected visit. He listened to the rain outside. Hiruma's sharp voice echoed 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.

"Well, at least I don't have to get up to let him in anymore."