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Sena couldn't help it, he just had an incredible urge to touch them... Whenever he was around Hiruma, he couldn't help but stare. It was turning into an obsession.

As the days went by, his curiousity grew, and Hiruma became more and more irritated. He hated being stared at. It was fuckin' unnerving. (At least in Hiruma's pov)

Sena got his chance sooner than he thought. After practice, he found an unconcious Hiruma in the locker room. (dressed you prevs!) He nervously approached his captain, careful not wake him up.

With a deep breath he leaned over, and so as not to lose his balance he swung one leg over the devils hips to stradle him. Carefully reaching forward, he brushed a few strands of blonde hair away and gently ran his fingers along Hiruma's ears.

They had such an odd elfen, or more accurately demonic, shape to them. The brunette wondered how Hiruma ended up with such unusual features. He started to gently rub the appendages, caught up in his own little world.

"The fuck are you doing, kuso chibi?" Sena froze, mortified and frightened for his life.

"A-ano... Eto..." He blushed. "I was just leaving!" He tried to run away, but Hiruma had already grabbed a wrist and pulled him down to sit on his lap.

"H-Hiruma-san!" It came out as a squeak when found himself sitting on ...something... rather important.

"It's your own fucking fault pipsqueak, my ears are sensitive." He smirked all of a sudden. "And since you got me into this mess, you can get me out of it."

"Eh!"

Owari