Fuck it, it's fine
Hiruma should know better than to hook up with Agon again.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Relationships: Hiruma Youichi/Kongo Agon
Characters: Hiruma Youichi, Kongo Agon
Rating: T
Words: 436
Type: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Tags: Post-Canon, Hiruma doesn't have as good a grip on his feelings as he thinks he does
Originally posted: 2025-10-01
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Notes
Written for fic_promptly.
Title from Olivia Rodrigo's 'bad idea right?' I love these two, gave me very toxic exes vibes when I first read the manga.
Hiruma ignored the ding of yet another one of his phones for the tenth time in just as many minutes.
He already knew who it was and what she wanted.
After the first call where Mamori told him she’d seen him and Agon right outside his dorm, Agon had chucked the phone at the other end of the room, barely giving Hiruma the time to turn the sound off. Unfortunately, Mamori had weaselled her way into getting the number to several of his phones, so that didn’t help much.
With his back pressed against the door, he could feel the heat emanating off Agon’s skin all the way through his jacket.
This was a terrible idea, but maybe he was a little bit more drunk than he had initially planned, and the reasons why seemed a lot farther away than had he been sober. Besides, he hadn’t messed around with Agon in years, he wasn’t going to get swept away by old emotions that easily.
He’d gotten over Agon a long time ago, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Agon tossed his jacket on the chair in front of his desk and tore the shirt over his head, leaving him in his jeans and sneakers. The asshole was going to get his room covered in mud if they didn’t get their shoes off soon.
Hiruma smacked Agon in the back with a hand. “Hey, get your shoes off.”
Agon rolled his eyes at him, before turning around to unceremoniously dump Hiruma on his bed. Hiruma kicked his own shoes off, hearing the thud of them as they landed at the foot of the bed. As Agon moved toward him, Hiruma placed his foot squarely in the centre of his chest.
“If you don’t take them off I’m kicking you the fuck out.”
He didn’t exactly feel like cleaning his room while hung over come morning.
“Bitch,” Agon said, but listened, for once. Hiruma could hear his shoes land next to his.
Then, Agon leaned over him, wrapping his fingers around his ankle, voice deep as he spoke. “You done complaining yet?”
It was Hiruma’s turn to roll his eyes. “Quit trying to be sexy and fuck me already.”
The grin on Agon’s lips was sharp, the look on his face one that Hiruma hadn’t seen aimed his way in years. It made something stir inside him that he'd rather not dwell on in the moment.
He really should know better. But like hell he was going to call it quits now.
Hiruma had never been one to let something he’d already started go unfinished.
