Family times at the...football players/manager household[semi-closed?]
WHO: Kobayakawa Sena, Anezaki Mamori, possibly little tibits of Riku being sicker than a dog and maybe little tibits of Mizumachi should he feel the need to show up.
WHAT: Mamori is being the champion not quite mum she is and Sena helps out like the little good boy he is- whilst having an inner teenage angst moment.
WHERE: The Kobayakawa-Anezaki-Kaitani-Mizumachi household
WHEN: WHO CARES?! Okay. Afternoon times. Duh. Day 110
Sena knew he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. Academically, he was average and it was only when he put every single bit of his effort into his work that he got above average marks. He wasn't a slacker- he just wasn't naturally smart. But even he knew this had to be the single most moronic thing he had ever done in his 15-16 years of existence. Just what came over him when he accepted Katou-san's offer?
Sure, Katou-san was a really nice person(and he didn't make Sena feel like he was eight which was plus points in his secret little book- not that it took much to earn them) but...drugs? Just what the hell compelled him to take up---well, while Sena knew what the thing was called, he didn't want to think about it.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And completely and utterly selfish of him. And what he hated the most? He had actually liked the feeling the drug gave him. The hazy feeling and the feeling that nothing could be wrong and everything was right in the world. It just felt so nice and Sena hated himself for liking it so much.
Stupid, that was what he was. He stared at the drug on the table, wishing he had never bought it. Just what---yeah, he admitted to himself, he was stressed. Riku was more ill than Sena had ever seen him before and that freaked him out a little. The shinobi guy telling him he was simply a manga character. Finding that his sense of hearing and smell had begun to increase to not-quite human standards. And learning of Gokudera-kun's and Tsuna-kuns deaths(which hurt him more than it should seeing as he barely spoke to them).
He could think up of all these excuses that didn't seem as selfish but he knew what the main one was- he wanted to grow up, just a little. It wasn't as if- well, truthfully, he didn't really like being treated like he was five years old all the time but the sentiment from Riku and Mamori-neechan was nice. He didn't know how to tell Mamori and Riku to just, for the lack of a better term "loosen up on his reigns" a little. He had faced down Agon-san, Shin-san, Gaou-san...they...they didn't need to protect him so much anymore.
"Then again," Sena murmured to himself as he rolled over in his bed(not quite his bed at home but it would do for his duration here), "it's not as if they know about that." And taking the drug that Katou-san had offered him made him feel free. For once, he did something that Riku and Mamori didn't know about, had no control over.
And now? Now that the feeling had passed, he felt stupid and selfish and he just wanted to kick himself for his impulsiveness. Wasn't he suppose to be the one with the most self control? Taking drugs just to get away from reality...stupid. It was a cheap way out, Sena knew(not to say that Katou-san was cheap, but it was cheap for him who had worked so hard for the hard things in life). Considering how their team motto was to do everything they could to win- well, Sena knew what everyone else would think.
And Shin-san, Kakei-kun, Akaba-san...Sena squeezed his eyes shut as he buried his face into his pillow. Their respect and acknowledgement would be gone the instant they knew what he had taken. Especially Shin-san...
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Just thinking about it...arrrgh...what made it worse was he couldn't bring himself get rid of it. Which made his cycle of self loathing continue, causing himself to lock himself up in his room for the day, claiming that he merely had a relapse of his earlier illness.
"Ne, Kobachan, I'm really stupid aren't I?" He muttered to his orange tabby kitten. Kobacha merely went "nyaa" in reply before leaping onto the bed, nuzzling his face. He smiled softly before petting her gently. He couldn't understand every single "nya" she gave off- but Kobacha always managed to make him feel better. Pushing himself up to his feet, he grabbed the bags and the pipe lying on his table and stared at it for a long moment before throwing them into the secret compartment of his desk.
"I'll throw them away as soon as I figure out how to get it out of the house without them knowing," he told himself. It was a lie for now-but he had always been good making truths out of lies.
Smiling at Kobacha, he scooped her into his arms before trooping down the stairs to where he knew Mamori was in order to help her out like a good kid. Yeah, he still wanted to grow up- he wasn't sure whether the drugs would help him with that or not. But, for now, he'd appreciate how to be a kid. And maybe later...he could gather the courage to talk to them properly.
"Mamori-neechan? Do you need any help?"