I want to get three things straight:

One: The Twilight movie does not suck, it sticks very close to the story and most fangirls are just picky or don't want to admit to the fact that the books aren't quite Star Wars material.

Two: I don't have a single plot bunny up in my noggin. Instead I have rabit kunfu plot kitties that run around in my brain and nag me with a plot and wouldn't go away inless I stay up until 3:49, 3:50 to write it out for the damn things. Sheesh.

Three: I don't own Eyeshield 21 it belongs to whoever really owns it inculding all it's charaters, settings, and bad creme puff jokes.

Now that we got all that covered:

Probably the worst thing about having a bubbly energetic mom was also having friends.

While his dad worked at the nearby paper coping factory, Sena's mom worked in a bakery and often the two would bring home the extras they received from work. Normally it was never a problem, the packs of white paper would just be stuffed into corners and, seriously who didn't like free food?

Holidays were often the busiest times for Mihae's bakery and at times she'd start cooking at home; they even bought a huge stove just for her.

That's why Sena wasn't the least bit surprised when he came home one day to find the house smelling of chocolate and hearing pots and pans clanging around in the kitchen. Tired he didn't even head into the room to see what treat his mother was making, instead tromped upstairs and jumped straight into the shower.

Once he was dressed Sena curiously checked the calendar Mamori had not too long ago hung up on his wall. "Hmm, well that explains it." He muttered to himself, yes he did that quite often, as it turned out next week was Valentine's Day. Sitting down at his desk he flipped out a notebook prepared for a good 20 minuets of pointless homework and holiday slipping into the back of his mind.

It wasn't until his mom called him down to dinner that Sena began to realize the difference between the chocolate from that year to the last. He couldn't help it, his mouth dropping open in shock and amazement. The whole living room was covered in piles of chocolate boxes. No wait, that was an understatement, there were mountains of chocolate.

"Mom, are you really expecting to sell all these chocolates?" He asked amazed taking the plate of Kisetsu no nimono his mom handed him. Mihae gave his a curious look as if to say 'what chocolates'? before looking over his shoulder and smiling in a way that made Sena deeply glad that he didn't have any siblings to suffer along with him.

"Oh yeah most of those are yours." She said bouncing back into the kitchen to get Shuma his own dinner pretending to not notice Sena's shocked and puzzled face. Sure, he liked chocolate, it was yummy, but it would probably take him months, maybe years, to eat that large of an amount without puking or risking his health.

So Sena, still being a kid, could only think of one reason why his mom would say something so out of character. "Am I in trouble?" He asked sitting down at the kitchen table next to his dad.

Mihae giggled her eyes bright and sat down handing Sena the chopsticks he would have forgotten otherwise. "Oh no, you don't understand, this is a good thing. Those are for all your new friends!" Sena turned directly to his father who just shrugged, like normal he was playing it neutral.

"Mom that's especially kind of you but, um, on Valentine's Day, girls are the one who are suppose to bring chocolates. I'm a guy remember?" She sighed melancholy not really helping Sena's already low self-esteem.

"Yes, I know but Sena when I was a student I was forced into an all-girls' school remember? I grew up not being able to cerebrate such holidays, so if I want my child to have all the wonderful memories that I myself missed is that such a bad thing?" She asked leaned over the table to give Sena a grievous look and inwardly he groaned.

"I never ask much out of you Sena and anyway, this will be fun! All your friends will be so pleased and-- oh oh! What if one of the girls in your class notice you giving Mamorior that other girl, umm Suzuna! Some chocolates and they became jealous and later on try to win your heart?"

Mihae clasped both her hands together smiling to herself imagining multiple girls chasing after her son into the glistering sunset. 'I'm beginning to worry about mom.' Sena thought dryly picking up his chopsticks again and biting into a cooked carrot. He shuttered trying not to imagine the look on any of his teammates faces when he approached them with chocolates.

'Hiruma-san would defiantly shoot me probably repetitively. Monta-kun would probably just be cool about it; he has an older sister and a mom so he would understand. Kurita would probably be happy about the food, and Komusubi would want whatever Kurita got. Jyuumonji-kun, Kuroki-kun, and Togano-kun's reactions would be obvious.'

Under his breath Sena silently whispered the 'huh' chorus to himself no longer paying his mother any attention. Maybe if he didn't fight about it or complain Mihae would forget about wanting to embarrass her son to make up for lost childhood memories.

She didn't.

"Mom! I'm on a football team, none of the other guys want chocolate from me!" He whined trying out for some last moment confrontation. Mihae didn't turn too busy tying her brown hair back in a ponytail in front of a mirror. "Tell me if you need to come home late, I'd understand if you have a date." She giggled and Sena rolled his eyes stuffing the accursed chocolates into his bag.

Why was it that at random types throughout his life he had deal with such things? Sena wondered pitying himself deeply. He was about to leave the house when his mom called out to him from the kitchen, he turned facing her. "Oh and Sena-kun, if you throw them away somewhere, I'll know." She smiled in a Hiruma-fashion and Sena felt the color leave his face.

"H-hai, I wouldn't I promise." He said and opened the front door checking to make sure that his cell phone was in his pocket. Not so that he could later call his mom about some 'date' but in case he dropped dead from embarrassment.

'It would be best if I did it quick, like a Band-Aid. As soon as I get to school I'll go over to everyone and be like 'Hey my mom's sort of crazy and wanted me to give these to everyone, please don't laugh too long.' Yeah that sounds like a good plan.' Sena decided, only to discover that his thinking took much long than he had previously believed and found he was already at the school.

"Oi Sena are you going to stand around all day or what?" Monta asked appearing, at least to Sena, out of nowhere.

"Gah! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Sena somehow ended up whispering not wanting anyone else to know of his presence let.

"What are you talking about dude, I've been here for the last five minuets talking to you." Monta replied dryly and Sena instantly felt guilty, it wasn't Monta's fault he was less than observant. He opened his mouth to say so out loud but the cocking of a gun behind them changed that plan.

"Stop fucking chatting, go change then go fucking run the track!" Hiruma growled and Sena leaped away without replying Monta on his heels.

'Wait, if I give them now that gives everyone 8 hours plus afternoon practice to taunt me about it.' Sena realized while tugging off his shirt. 'Them' referred to the chocolates because by now Sena was 98% certain that Hiruma could read his thoughts and didn't want to risk the other boy realizing the possible torture-- and blackmail, he could have against the younger boy.

'What's wrong with mom anyway, maybe if I had more friends in the past, she wouldn't be this excited now?' Probably not, actually now that he thought about it he normally did give Mamori something for most holidays because his mother pressed him into it. Last December Mihae had even forced him to give her a Christmas present even though they both didn't celebrate the holiday.

Heck almost no one in Japan did.

It was a good thing she didn't go on the computer often, then she might have figured out other holidays and forced her family to celebrate them too. Yep, Sena's mom sure did enjoy the holidays, strange as it was.

"Is there a reason you're standing here zoned out with no shirt on?" Sena let out a not-quite manly scream that to some might have been a shriek. "H-H-Hiruma-san, you sneaked up on me." Sena picked his shirt up and quickly tugged it on. For reasons he didn't want to investigate Sena really didn't want to be alone in the locker room with Hiruma, even more without his shirt on.

"No I didn't, fucking shrimp it's not my fault your not observant." Hiruma grinned widely and Sena could feel his palms sweat, didn't he think something like that about Monta just a little while ago? 99%!!!!!

"I h-heard that somewhere before." Sena agreed before an evil thought wormed into his mind, Band-Aid right? Hiruma had started to walk away and Sena reached out grabbing the back of the other's shirt. Hiruma turned eyebrows raised and Sena tried to pretend that Hiruma wouldn't or couldn't kill him. "Um, well, sorry, the thing is, chocolates a-aand ifIdon'tmomwillprobablydisownmeorsomethinglikethat…You know?"

By the impatient look on Hiruma's face he didn't. And they called Sena the unobservant one. Deciding that there wasn't going to be an easier way out of his mess Sena reached into his bag and pulled out one of the multiple boxes his mom had specially packed for him.

The box was heart-shaped with a irritating bow, Mihae sure knew how to go overboard, inside there were about twenty small pieces of milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and some caramel chocolate.

"Please take this, don't use it as blackmail, don't hate me, don't yell at me, please don't shoot me, don't send Cerberus after me, and pretty please don't cause me bodily harm." Sena said in one breath his eyes clamped shut bowing during the whole time. He opened his eyes wide though when the box was whisked out of his hands.

Hiruma stared down at it thoughtfully before his eyes drifted to Sena's bag.

"You got one of these for everyone?" He asked, he wasn't yelling, that was a good sign, maybe. "Yep." Sena replied nervously, it was kind of weird how calmly Hiruma was taking the whole thing. Hiruma didn't press and not able bare the idea of silence Sena contined. "One for everyone on the team."

Something flashed in Hiruma's eyes and if not so scared Sena would have sworn the he heard other growl. "And why in hell might I ask are you wasting your money?"

"Oh I'm not, um, since I don't usually have friends my mom went over-the-top and made everyone a box. She works at a bakery and all, but you probably knew that already." He said blabbing mindless now but couldn't help it; he had done something in the stupid category, yet Hiruma wasn't shooting him.

"And you didn't think of saying no?" The other said sharply, cutting into Sena's chatter something akin to anger passed in his eyes, but no guns were present. "I thought it, and said so, um, three times I think." Sena shrugged not feeling up to explaining to Hiruma how the Himalayas couldn't move his mom.

His heart skipped a couple beats as Hiruma leaned in eyes foucsed placing a hand on the wall right above Sena's head. Why the heck was he so close???

Sena shut his eyes forcing his mind not to think about anything, not even what the heck Hiruma was doing. When the answer turned out to be nothing though, he opened his eyes. And found Hiruma reaching around him to pick up Sena's bag swinging it over his own shoulder. "Well, since I liked my own chocolate so much, I think I'll take them all." His eyes took on that crazy glint and Sena frowned still confused but not as scared now that Hiruma was back to his creepy old self.

"But you don't like sugar." He pointed out unable to stop from feel relieved, it was almost as if Hiruma was helping him out.

"Details," Hiruma answered casually before picking up Sena's helmet and pushing in down on top of the younger boy's head. "Now go out there and fucking run. Oh, and fucking pipsqueak if you were to mention this to anyone," The cocking of a rather large gun hinted the unfinished threat.

Sena jogged out and couldn't help but to smile for the rest of the day, even if he pretended that he was being harsh Hiruma had purposely taken away the bag to help Sena out on some level.

'I kind of wish he would have kis-'

"Hey Sena what took you so long?" Monta asked suddenly next to him.

"Eckk!"