A/N: I love these two so hard right now. They're meant to be, unf. This story is pretty much a sequel to my other HayaYoshi fic. I hope you enjoy it, minna-san! -heart-

Hayabusa Hideki checked his watch for the third time. A quarter past three. "He's late…" he muttered to himself, eyeing the river in front of him. The Tengawara midfielder was seated at its bank, waiting for a certain player from Mannouzaka to show up. They had arranged one of their many meetings at three, and Hayabusa wasn't used to the purple-haired forward showing up late. He was usually the first to arrive, only to plant his hands on his hips and scold his fellow Seed for his lack of punctuality. Hayabusa grinned to himself when he envisioned Mitsuyoshi's child-like, grumpy features. A month had passed since the practice match between Tengawara and Mannouzaka. After managing to help the witch-like forward to get over his year-long grudge, Hayabusa had suggested they play soccer together from now on. Since then, they would meet a few times a week.

Hayabusa perked up when a familiar voice ringed through his ear: "Ooooi! Hayabusa!" He turned around to find an even more familiar face atop the small hill edging on the grass field. Mitsuyoshi Yozakura came running, dressed in his Mannouzaka uniform as always. The riverbank was close to Tengawara Junior High, meaning he had to take the bus from Mannouzaka to save quite a bit of time.

Hayabusa took his soccer ball from the grass and got up, turning to the forward. "You're late," he repeated. "Was class delayed?"

Mitsuyoshi shook his head. "The bus came late. Stupid system…" He seemed to forget about his discontent when he noticed the soccer ball and snatched it from Hayabusa's hands. The purple-haired boy chimed: "Let's start!" and was about to create a distance when Hayabusa caught him by the collar, not even looking at the boy as he attempted to run off. He was more than used to this. "Nice try, Mitsuyoshi. Standard exercises first."

Mitsuyoshi groaned, instantly displeased again. "I hate those stupid exercises…"

"I know," Hayabusa grinned. "But you wanna be able to move those legs by the end of the day, don't you?" He pointed at the ground without waiting for an answer. "Sit-ups first."

Mitsuyoshi rolled his eyes, refraining from protesting any further. He knew it was no use, especially since Hayabusa was right. He dropped the soccer ball, sat on his butt, and waited for Hayabusa to apply pressure on his feet before he started. "How many this time?"

"The usual," Hayabusa answered while he got down on his knees and placed his hands on Mitsuyoshi's shoes. "Fifty."

Mitsuyoshi moaned, sending his eyes heavenward, and flopped back in the grass with his arms spread. "Fuck this…"

"Alright, thirty," Hayabusa snickered, not at all taken aback by Mitsuyoshi's reaction. He knew he just needed a little push before his face lit up when it was time to actually play soccer, as it always did. "Let's get this over with so we can start."

Mitsuyoshi nodded reluctantly and did as he said. After helping Hayabusa with his own sit-ups and putting up with a few more exercises, a cheerful smile decorated his face. "Alright, let's play some actual soccer!"

"Sure," Hayabusa grinned. Contrast to a month ago, the Mannouzaka forward had grown surprisingly predictable, always dissing the exercises and always praising the rest of their training. Now that Mitsuyoshi no longer let his hatred for Hayabusa control him, he allowed the midfielder to see his real face – an innocent, chirpy, remarkably cute-looking face.

The midfielder placed the ball in front of him and rested his foot on it. "Try stealing the ball from me."

Mitsuyoshi grinned back, appearing surprised by such a simple task. "Easy." He leapt towards the other boy to steal the ball, but Hayabusa swiftly twirled and took the item with him. Mitsuyoshi needed a moment to regain balance and tried again, but the midfielder repeated the same move. When Mitsuyoshi saw that stupid smirk was still lingering on his face, he started to grow impatient. Hayabusa saw what was coming and jumped away, dodging Mitsuyoshi's elbow. He wasn't at all surprised that the forward resorted to violence – some people wondered if the Mannouzaka soccer club taught its members anything else.

"Give me that!" Mitsuyoshi snapped, trying again and again to hit Hayabusa and snatch the ball from him. Hayabusa kept evading his attacks, his grin widening. He eventually grew confident enough to rest his hands on his back while he played with the ball as if Mitsuyoshi wasn't even there. "I thought you were going to surpass me?" he teased.

"I am! I'm definitely going to surpass you!" Mitsuyoshi snapped. He launched at the other boy again, who resorted to escaping to the left. Catching up with his movements this time, Mitsuyoshi instantly turned and lashed out once more, hitting Hayabusa in the chest. Not having seen this move coming, the midfielder fell on his butt while Mitsuyoshi caught the ball between his foot and the grass. "See?" he hissed, panting slightly from all the effort. "I'll get better than you."

Hayabusa simply grinned. "We'll see about that." He jumped up and Mitsuyoshi could only make out a flash of purple before Hayabusa materialized behind him, the ball resting at his feet again. The forward turned around with gritted teeth and saw how Hayabusa started bouncing the ball on his knee, once again giving him that smug look. "Don't tell me you're all talk, Yozakura."

Mitsuyoshi flushed and shouted: "I don't recall allowing you to use my first name!" He continued to try and claim the ball, succeeding a few times only to have it stolen back. The boys continued playing together until sunset – and only then seemed to realize they'd been here for hours.

"Looks like we overdid it this time…" Hayabusa muttered, checking the time. The two of them were now sitting in the grass, both panting like mad. Soccer took a lot out of them, but it was worth it.

Mitsuyoshi was the first to recover and got up on his feet. "I better go. My folks are probably worried as it is." He blushed when his stomach expressed an unmentioned issue. "… and I'm hungry."

That gave Hayabusa an idea. He also got up and suggested: "Why don't you stay over for dinner? My place isn't far from here."

Mitsuyoshi raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was the first time Hayabusa asked him that. They would usually part before dinner time and arrange a new date; now it was well around 8.

"Just saying," Hayabusa shrugged when Mitsuyoshi didn't answer. "Since we're both hungry… I thought you might wanna fill your stomach before going back home."

Mitsuyoshi had to admit the offer sounded rather inviting. He was indeed starving, and besides, the longer he thought about it, the more curious he became to actually see what the Hayabusa residence was like. Not that he would ever admit it, of course. "Alright, sure," he nodded. "But it better be good."

"Sure, your Highness," Hayabusa snickered. He rested the ball against his waist and started to lead Mitsuyoshi to his place. The forward spent most of their walk calling his parents to inform them of the change in plans, seeing as they were almost there when he hung up.

"Here we are." Hayabusa opened the fence to a relatively big house. Mitsuyoshi took in the building with a pout. His place wasn't that big… "Do you have any siblings?" he asked while they made their way to the front door.

"Oh no, I'm an only child," Hayabusa answered. "It's just me and my parents." He unlocked the door and once again held it open for Mitsuyoshi to enter, but something heavy suddenly launched at the boy and threw him into the lawn. Hayabusa snickered at the blonde Labrador that enthusiastically started licking the face of their visitor. "… and we have a dog."

"No shit, asshole!" Mitsuyoshi shouted, completely startled by the animal. He tried to push his attacker off, but the overjoyed dog refused to budge. Hayabusa grabbed his collar and pulled him off the other boy, who instantly sat up with wide eyes. That was a good scare.

"What's going on here?"

Mitsuyoshi lifted his head to the door and felt his jaw drop. In the doorway stood the spitting image of Hayabusa, save for the fact that she was a woman. She only just managed to surpass him in height and shared the exact same facial features, even having only her lower lip covered in lipstick. She smiled when she saw her son and chimed: "Welcome home, Hideki!"

"I'm home, mom," Hayabusa nodded. He gestured to Mitsuyoshi, letting him take his hand to pull himself up at the same time, and said: "This is Mitsuyoshi Yozakura. He's a friend of mine. Can he stay over for dinner?"

"Oh, of course!" Hayabusa's mother smiled when Mitsuyoshi gave her a polite bow, but blinked in surprise when she saw his uniform. "Mitsuyoshi-kun… Are you from Mannouzaka by any chance?"

Mitsuyoshi leaned back up and nodded in surprise. "Yeah, I am."

"Oh wow, that's great!" Mrs Hayabusa folded her hands in joy before pointing at herself. "I was also in Mannouzaka, you know! Gosh, the uniform hasn't changed a bit…"

Hayabusa interrupted before Mitsuyoshi could say anything. "You were?"

"I never told you that?" his mother asked, to which an awestruck Hayabusa shook his head. "Oh, well, must've slipped my mind," she giggled. She then walked into the house and motioned for the boys to follow her. "Come in, come in! Dinner's just about ready."

Hayabusa entered the house, let his dog loose and waited until Mitsuyoshi was inside as well. He then closed the door and handed him a pair of slippers he could replace his shoes with. "Would you like a tour?"

"Sure…" Mitsuyoshi nodded, feeling slightly timid. He rarely, if ever, visited a friend's house or invited one to his own. Not that he was reluctant to show his place, he just… wasn't all that interested. He spent plenty of time with his friends when they played soccer, and that was enough to him.

Hayabusa lead his guest through the hallway and showed him the kitchen, the dining room and living room. They were one by one quite spacious and modern, once again making Mitsuyoshi a little jealous. He followed Hayabusa up the stairs and to the door at the end of another hallway.

"Welcome to my room." Hayabusa slid the door open and let a curious Mitsuyoshi enter. The purple-haired boy stepped inside and looked around, finding a very neat room consisting of a big closet, a desk, a mirror, a TV (with a Wii attached) posters of famous soccer players and a bed that could easily fit two people (rich bastards). Mitsuyoshi blushed a bit when he saw how tidy Hayabusa's room was; he wasn't sure what he'd expected, but his room was the polar opposite.

Hayabusa dumped his soccer ball next to his nightstand and grinned when he saw the look on Mitsuyoshi's face. "Not what you expected?"

"Oh, uh…" Mitsuyoshi averted eye contact, wondering why he felt intimidated just by looking at someone else's room. Perhaps it was the fact that it was Hayabusa's room. Mitsuyoshi hadn't forgotten that he used to idolize the boy… Sometimes he thought he still did, especially now that they'd made up. But that was way too embarrassing to admit at this point, wasn't it…?

Before the forward could answer, Mrs Hayabusa called from downstairs: "Dinner's ready!"

"We're coming!" Hayabusa glanced at his friend and winked: "Let's go eat something." Mitsuyoshi followed passively, wondering why that single gesture, just for a second, had made his heart bounce.

During dinner, Mitsuyoshi got to know Hayabusa's father as well. His hair colour was similar to that of his wife and son, but he was two heads taller and – Mitsuyoshi sheepishly silenced himself with a piece of salmon – looked much less like a self-centered jackass.

"I hear you're from Mannouzaka, Mitsuyoshi-kun?" Hayabusa's father inquired. When Mitsuyoshi gave him a nod, he smiled at his wife. "Sure brings back memories… I was from Tengawara. Hideki's mother and I were both in our schools' soccer clubs. That's how we met – through a match between our schools."

Hayabusa and Mitsuyoshi exchanged a surprised glance. The exact same way they'd met. Hayabusa shot his father a look and said: "And you didn't tell me this before because…?"

"You didn't ask," his father simply shrugged. Hayabusa sent him a grumpy pout, making Mitsuyoshi snicker. He flinched, however, when he felt something soft slide past his legs. The dog was back.

Hayabusa's mother noted his reaction and asked: "Are you uncomfortable with dogs, Mitsuyoshi-kun? We can get rid of him if you want."

Mitsuyoshi shook his head, partially because he meant it and partially because he didn't want to show weakness in front of Hayabusa. "No, I'm just more of a cat person, that's all." He glanced down at the dog, who returned eye contact and happily wagged his tail.

"Don't worry about him, he's harmless," Mr Hayabusa waved him off with a smile. "He's just very curious about guests."

"Especially because Hideki hardly ever invites them." Mrs Hayabusa gave her son a look, and Hayabusa twitched not because she looked angry, but because she looked suggestive. The fact that he finally brought a friend home after home claiming "he didn't care" had to mean Mitsuyoshi was special.

Hayabusa lowered his head and tried to change the subject by bringing up a random topic. When his parents bit, he continued chatting with them in a way that quite frankly caught Mitsuyoshi off-guard. Of course, anyone would be friendly and respectful to their parents, but the forward had never seen Hayabusa so… affectionate before. He was constantly smiling – not grinning for once – and his eyes seemed to emanate a loving glint while he spoke to his parents. Mitsuyoshi finished his dinner, smiling a little as well. It was… nice, discovering this side of Hayabusa. He liked getting to know him more.

Shortly after dinner, Mitsuyoshi decided to home. "Want me to walk you to the bus stop?" Hayabusa offered while he put on his shoes.

"Nah, it's fine, I should be able to find it," Mitsuyoshi replied.

"Alright," Hayabusa shrugged. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, and flashed that grin Mitsuyoshi wasn't sure if he hated or liked. "When do you have time?"

"Tomorrow," Mitsuyoshi answered, knowing he was referring to their next meeting. "You too?"

Hayabusa shook his head. "Having soccer practice with my team. I'm available the day after tomorrow, though. Three o'clock?"

"It's a deal," Mitsuyoshi grinned. He walked outside when Hayabusa remarked behind him: "Don't be late," and rolled his eyes. "I won't."

A/N: And that was the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it! I promise I'll update soon~ Please let me know what you think! ^3^