Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warning: This is yaoi.

Summary: Sena thinks Ikkyu's hands are beautiful.

An answer to the Fingers prompt from kirskipkat, from the es21_yaoi lj.

A/N: Agon...everywhere...can't...STOP...

Sena can't stop looking at Ikkyu's hands.

There's no particular thing about them to explain Sena's compulsion. Slightly thinner than the average receiver's, maybe, but otherwise nothing out of the ordinary. Calloused, from so much interaction with the abrasive surface of the football, the nails only stubs because Ikkyu cuts them too close. Muscular but supple, like Monta's are beginning to be, the tendons and bones flexing in a way somehow discreetly eye-catching with every small movement, like Monta's have never been.

When Ikkyu's arm is down by his side and his hand hangs quiet and loosely open at his thigh, Sena has an irrational, insane urge to slip his own fingers through Ikkyu's.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Agon is glaring at him.

Sena swallows, mouth abruptly dry. "N-nothing."

A movement—and it's all Sena can do not to flinch when Agon leans over him, hissing into his ear, "Fucking liar."

Ikkyu—is turning his head away.

Sena doesn't look again, because now Agon is looking at him and that glare is like a hand on the back of his neck, a fist in his hair. Agon does with his eyes what he isn't yet angry enough to do in public, and Sena knows better than to push because that yet is a thin, thin line. He remembers the last time Agon accused him of "looking" at other people, and he doesn't want to have to make the effort to at least try and hide the bruises again, to explain to the anger in Hiruma's jaw and the perplexed concern in Mamo-nee's eyes and the sick helplessness in Unsui's face why his lip is fat and bleeding again that week.

Not so soon after the last time.

From the corner of his eye, Sena sees Ikkyu glance at him. A quick, concealed glance, from an angle that Agon can't see. Sena thinks he is imagining the way Ikkyu's eyebrows come together, the way his jaw sets as if he is seeing something he is hard-pressed not to say something about. The way Ikkyu's back stiffens as he doesn't look at Sena and doesn't look at Agon, pointedly and so casually ignoring the violent eye Agon turns on him for the briefest of tense moments. The way he almost never speaks to Sena or Agon anymore if he can help it, looking straight through Agon or biting his tongue and fixing his eyes on the ground when it's Sena.

The way Ikkyu seems to sometimes look at Sena, while Sena is looking at Ikkyu's hands.

Those slight, spare, calloused hands, now clenching into fists.

And Sena wonders how it is that one fist can look so much safer than another.