#afflictionhex

Sena could not take care of it. Damn if he wasn’t going to try, but how could he tell his RA to… to just stop? He wasn’t doing anything bad. If the… circumstances were different, Sena probably wouldn’t have even minded. Well, at least not to this extent. But circumstances were what they were and Yamato, Takeru, third year and freshman dorm RA, was making life exceedingly hard for Sena. that pun was not intended Monta-kun!

The first time was totally accidental and definitely Sena’s fault. It had only been his first day, he was nervous and anxious between hauling around boxes and luggage and checking his constantly chiming phone. He’d been in a rush to get everything done so he could make it to his plans on time and, well, of course, he and Monta both had left their keys in the dorm and then closed the door. Totally forgetting the door had an automatic lock. So, he’d gone straight to the RA (while Monta tried to jimmy it open with his student ID card…).

The door had been just slightly ajar, so Sena had all but barrelled through, breathless and already stammering, “P-Please, e-excuse m-me, is Y-Yamato-sen-PAAIII?” His question had broken off in the middle, eyes bulging and jaw dropping, as the tall, perfect-bodied junior had swung off his bed and gotten to his feet.

Wearing nothing but a pair of tiny cotton boxer-briefs, gold and grey in color. The older student had merely smiled wide and pleasantly, as if he wasn’t one tiny scrap of cloth from naked and set aside the book he’d been reading. A book that wasn’t even in Japanese.

“Yes, what is it, Kobayakawa-kun, right?”

Sena had squeaked outright. “H-How did you kn-know?!” His eyes had been darting all around the room, looking anywhere but the broad-shouldered older student, who was steadily approaching to Sena’s internal dismay.

“I noticed you,” was the simple answer. That did nothing to settle Sena’s nerves- AT ALL.

“Th-thank you? I… my roommate and I locked our k-k-keys in the room and we’re in a hurry, d-do y-you th-th-think you c-could help us?” Sena had forced himself to ask.

“Sure, no problem.” That sunny, disarming smile did not help with the reassuring either, but Yamato-senpai had simply walked down the hall, easily unlocked the door, and walked away– all while in only his underpants. Monta had mysteriously disappeared (Sena found out moments later he’d tried to find the RA room, too, but gone in the completely wrong direction and ended up on the girls’ floor…).

The second time, Sena had gone because somehow their toilet got clogged and then the sink got clogged and it was fast becoming a huge problem. Yamato-senpai had answered, this time in baggy bright red boxers, eyes half-lidded and smile slow and languid. If Sena hadn’t felt disgusting from hands to toes, he might’ve been a bit more flustered. Instead, he had a moment of relief that Yamato-senpai had quickly realized the problem and fixed the issue within twenty minutes- with all his clothes on.

The third time hadn’t been Sena’s fault at all. He’d just been walking by, laughing at the texts on his phone and shaking his head fondly, when the RA’s door had suddenly swung open. Revealing the cheerily smiling Yamato-senpai in a pair of black underpants, the form-fitting expensive kind that were low-waisted and showed off to perfection the ridiculously perfect vee of his hipbones. Sena might’ve babbled a whole lot, eyes stuck for far too long on inappropriate places, before darting away as fast as possible. He hadn’t even heard what Yamato-senpai had been trying to say, he’d been too busy trying to bash his head against the wall and hope it erased the images before the guilt turned him into a nervous wreck.

The fourth time, Sena had gone because weird little gifts kept getting left in front of their door. Chocolates, expensive cookie tins, books of love poetry, teddy bears holding velvet red hearts, once even a giant flower wreath that was almost bigger than the door. He’d had to go to Yamato-senpai to ask to post up lost & found posters on the bulletin board. Monta had wanted to keep them, but Sena thought it wasn’t fair to keep gifts that were obviously from someone’s significant other that had been misplaced.

The underpants that time had shimmery hot pink hearts on pretty pastel pink. Yamato-senpai had tried to reason that maybe they were for Sena (or Monta), but Sena had laughed outright, so hard he’d almost cried. He’d almost wished he’d just kept the damn things, because Yamato-senpai ended up dragging him into his room to create the perfect lost & found poster for him on his personal laptop, constantly asking for Sena’s opinion and dragging the process out for about two hours.

All while only in underwear. Sena had never stared at a computer that hard in his life. Damn it Monta-kun, that wasn’t a pun! And he’d finally gone back to his dorm to drag a cool cloth over his eyes and whimper through the resulting headache. He’d just shoved the gifts into Yamato-sempai’s arms the next day to take care of and then run. At least he’d had all his clothes on that time.

The fifth time… well… that one had been.. the strangest. He’d gotten a note from Yamato-senpai, taped onto his door, requesting a private meeting. Sena had been wary, but of course he’d gone. Yamato-senpai had answered, sweaty and breathless from some sort of work out. Sena knew for a fact Yamato played football- one of the star players- but he was also sure football players don’t wear tiny jersey shorts that were barely bigger than underwear, bright, shiny green in color paired with only a tight, white A-tank. By only, Sena was pretty sure those two items of clothing were the only clothes Yamato-senpai was wearing. The shorts were so short and hung so low, there was no way he was wearing anything underneath. And he’d promptly taken off the tank top to wipe at his admittedly sweaty face and neck. The balled up shirt had been tossed into a laundry basket across the room- perfect shot of course- and Yamato had turned back.

Sena was already burning a hole through the opposite wall, determined to keep his eyes as far away from all that as possible.

“I think we need to have a serious discussion, Sena.”

It had taken all of Sena’s willpower not to squeak at that.

“Please, sit.” Yamato had gestured him towards the neatly made bed and had sat down on his desk chair himself. Even neatly made, it was still weird to sit on another man’s bed, especially when said-other-man was sitting mostly naked on his chair just an arm’s length away. “Sena, I want you to understand that this is college now.”

Sena stared at him, dumbfounded. Of course I know this is college?!

“It’s a completely different atmosphere, it’s open and more accepting and diverse. This isn’t some small town that you’ve lived in-”

“I’m f-from T-Tokyo, Yamato-s-senpai,’ Sena corrected weakly. Yamato looked surprised for a moment, then waved a hand away.

“Then, the people here are very different from whom you’ve encountered before. There are safe places, places of support here. There’s no reason to be scared.”

Sena cocked him head to the side, wondering if that was behind Yamato-senpai strange behavior. Had he taken Sena natural timidity and quietness as fear?

“Y-Yamato-senpai, I’m fine. R-really, you d-don’t need to w-worry about me. Thank you, f-for looking out for me, b-but you sh-shouldn’t waste your t-time with me.” He got to his feet and bowed deeply and politely. “Thank you, senpai.”

He’d gone for the door then, and suddenly Yamato was standing next to him. His hand was around Sena’s wrist and he looked so concerned and kind, Sena was tongue-tied by it. Because he couldn’t understand why.

“Sena, you don’t need to be ashamed of who you are. There’s no need to hide it,” Yamato persisted, tone oddly earnest. Sena boggled at him.

“I- wh-wha- I have t-to g-go?” Sena stuttered and zipped out the room so fast he almost broke the sound barrier.

Now, a few days after that… event… the freshman sighed quietly and tapped out a reply on his phone.

>>Is it all right to come over?

<<Well, Monta-kun is over at Suzuna’s, but…

>>I don’t understand why you don’t want me to come see you.

<

>>I’ll be there in fifteen.

Sena stared at the screen, then fell onto his back and tried not to scream into his pillow. He hadn’t wanted this to happen yet. Not until he’d dealt with Yamato-senpai. If the older student hadn’t been so oblivious to every one of Sena’s attempts to tell him the state of undress and blatant flirting whenever they passed in the halls weren’t… exactly... welcome, he would be so much more excited about the impeding visit. He should’ve been able to talk to Yamato-senpai about the whole situation already– before certain people found out. There had to be a good way to explain it to Yamato-senpai without sounding like an idiot or stammering the whole time. Hopefully nothing would happen today and Sena could enjoy the visit he actually was happy about.

…

Yamato brushed a hand through his hair as he neared the room. It was time to end the subtlety (though, really, he hadn’t thought he had been). Cute little Sena Kobayakawa was too… too innocent. Too naive. Too timid. He needed someone like Yamato, who could help him be braver, help him break out of his shell. Muss him up a bit, too. Yamato grinned at the idea and raised a hand to knock. He couldn’t bear the thought of such an adorable freshie being too scared to come out of the closet. He needed some guidance and Yamato was more than willing to be that guide.

There was some muffled thuds and a loud wordless exclamation, followed by laughter. Another voice, one Yamato didn’t recognize, that was too deep to be either Sena or his strange little friend Monta, was saying something, interrupted by loud hushing sounds and breathless laughter.

Was… Was innocent little Sena getting high? Yamato wondered, eyebrows curving up and expression rather impressed. He didn’t think the kid had the backbone for that. He’d have to re-assess-

The door pulled open just enough for Sena’s brown eyes and flushed face to peek around, bare shoulder the only other part of him showing.

“Y-Yamato-senpai?!” Sena yelped, face panicked and startled. He threw a frankly terrified look over his shoulder, towards whomever else was in the room supposedly. “W-What’s wr-wrong?”

“Nothing… Am I interrupting something?”

“Ye-”

“NO! Nope! Not at all!” He threw another look into the room before gifting Yamato with a bright, sunny smile. “P-please, what is it?”

“It’s about our conversation the other day.”

He didn’t that damnably adorable headtilt as confusion warped his features. “The one in your room?” “Whose roo-” The door opened a little wider and Sena’s body jerked slightly just before a quiet thud and low hiss broke off the muffled words that had Yamato frowning harder. Until he saw what the slightly more opened door revealed. A large red mark just under Sena’s chin, and what looked like another such mark just under his collarbone and a very bare torso. Sena looked back, biting on his lip to hide a much more genuine smile, and followed Yamato’s frozen gaze. Sena’s blush heated his entire face, hairline to jawline. “Uh, ah… I c-can exp-plain-”

“Is someone in there with you, Sena?” Yamato demanded firmly.

“Sena?” the other voice repeated.

“Wa-wait, d-don’t,” Sena exclaimed, turning and grasping the door with both hands. It yanked further open and a much taller figure than Sena, though not quite as tall as Yamato, was standing just behind him, scowling so intensely Yamato almost took a step back.

He was too busy jaw-dropping in shock when it became more than obvious that both were only in underwear and there was an excessive amount of hickies on Sena’s… everything. Really, now. Excessive.

“Sei, I told you to stay outta sight! This is my RA!” Sena whispered-shouted, eyes darting between them, looking humiliated and horrified at once.

Sei-whoever was just glaring at Yamato, unabashed and pensive.

“You were the one Monta was talking about.”

“I’m going to kill him. And then jump off a bridge,” Sena groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“No, you won’t. I’d catch you,” Sei-whoever said absently, glancing down at Sena. It was that look, more than the unclothed business, that had Yamato throwing up his hands in surrender. He knew what that look meant. Especially when Sena peeked up at the taller man with a tremulous little smile, the same look in his own eyes.

“I see I’ve made certain baseless assumption. You are definitely not in the closet.”

“What?” “Sei” inquired, frowning again even as Sena leaned against him and laughed himself sick.

“Is that what that was!? Oh no, I’m definitely not! If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s being ashamed of being gay. You don’t have to worry anymore, Yamato-senpai. You won’t… I won’t get in trouble for my boyfriend being over, will I?” He suddenly looked heartbroken, eyes wide and pleading. Yamato tried not to groan.

“It’s technically against the rules. But I’ll let it go this time, Next time, I hope you exercise more discretion,” Yamato replied with his wide, easy smile. Sena sighed in relief.

“Yes, of course, thank you. And thank you for worrying about me. It was very kind of you,” Sena said cheerfully. “Sei” kept his narrow-eyed gaze on Yamato’s face, silently looming.

“It was my pleasure. Just doing my job as your RA,” Yamato lied through his teeth and blinding grin. Sena bowed a little and bashfully ducked his head so he could close the door. A startled peal of laughter followed a second later.

Sena Kobayakawa

OTP: SHINSENA. OFC. It’s the best. And it’s basically canon, yo. So thirsty for ShinSena. or as I call them, my awkward assholes OTP.

BrOTP: Monta/Sena. OOOHH, Mamori/Sena. OOOh, Suzuna/Sena! I love SuzuSena like I love Stydia broships. 

OT3: Duh. RikuSenaShin. Hands down. I’m ALL ABOARD THIS SHIP. I looooove it. It’s flawless and I wanna do whole pages of headcanons for them. lol

nOTP: Sena/Agon. Anything else I either: could squint and see it OR i don’t hate, but i don’t understand how or why ppl ship that? but they’re not nOTPs. not like Agon/Sena is for me. 

Peter Hale (I really only have any opinion about shipping Peter at all because I made friends with two AWESOME Peter roleplayers while I was a Stiles rper.)

OTP: ERRRR, STETER? That’s really the only time I’ve ever thought of Peter & shipping in the same breath? lol Steter is a huge guilty pleasure of mine that I just don’t really spend any time on. When I was rper I got to have fun with it a little bit, though. I could totes get on a Peter/Braeden train. OR, OH! I almost forgot, I’ve read some good AU Pydia! I LIKED AU Pydia! I CHOOSE THAT ONE!

brOTP: I prefer Steter brOTP, I will say that. Other than Steter, umm, I like Deter? Like, familial brOTP. I wish there were more fics of Peter actually caring about Derek. Like “The Price” by theroguesgambit. OH! Sheriff&Peter bros!!!

OT3: oooohhhh, wouldn’t BraedenPeterLydia be HELLA RAD THOUGH?! Peter with his power ladies, spoiling them rotten and being head over heels for them. Yessss, please!