*Remake and revisit of my very first posted fanfic! Seven years later! Because I reread the manga and fell in love with Eyeshield 21 again.*

      "First year back. And first year in highschool." You smile as you walk onto campus. It's been a few years since you have been in Japan. Your parents had taken you out of primary school to go to America. You just moved back a few months ago after convincing your parents to let you. They were doing well as performers in Las Vegas so they could afford it. All you had to do was make good grades until you graduated and got a job. 

       Your first day goes by quickly, since you hadn't done so prior, you decided to take a tour of the school. They had a field it seemed. You pause looking over it thoughtfully until a call reaches your head.

        "Watch out!" Someone calls making you look over in time to catch a football to the head. 

        For a moment everything is black before you blink back, laying back on the ground. You sit up, head rocking from the impact. "What just hit me…" You mumble as three shapes come over. 

        "I'm sorry, are you okay?" A gruff voice makes you focus on the older looking of the three as he offers you a hand up. 

        "I think. But I'm not sure my head is still attached." You huff, taking his hand and getting back to your feet. The flashy looking blond snorts a chuckle at your response.

        "I'm sorry…" The older looking one says again. The round guy picks up your things for you. 

        "It's fine. I'm alright.." You assure as something near your foot catches your eye. You lean down to get it, looking at the football as you straighten. "I wasn't expecting to see one of these so soon." You comment, tossing it up. For a moment you were reminded of playing with the neighborhood kids back in the states. 

          "... Well, don't just toss it up, throw it to Rice-kun." The blond points to a board with a square cut out and a receiver drawn onto it. You blink, raising an eyebrow.

         "Alright, let's see…" You murmur. From where you were 'Rice-kun' was a bit far and at an awkward position. Your fingers move to the seam and you pull back before snapping your arm forward sending the ball flying for the cut out. You miss, hitting the drawn receiver in the head and shaking the board. "Ah… S-Sorry Rice-kun…" You call feebly. This makes the blond crack up.

          "It's just a piece of wood, don't apologize to it. Idiot." He cackles.

          "How about I throw it at you next?" You scoff in embarrassment making him pause, looking at you in amusement. 

          "Interesting. Let's do that." He grins. 

          "Oh no…" The older looking one sighs.

          "You want to play with us?" The round guy lights up.

          "Um… Sure I can throw some tosses to you…" You murmur becoming wary as you follow the blond onto the field, he retrieves the ball and turns to you with a cunning smile.

          "I know, how about you try to catch my tosses? If you miss two out of five you'll join the football team." He hums.

          "Eh? Where did that come from?" You raise an eyebrow. 

          "What's wrong? You scared Miss?" He tilts his head with a grin. 

          This was clearly a trap. And here you go diving into it anyway. "Deal. But if I get all five you owe me a favor." You point at him. His eyes light up at that, an evil glint to them.

          "Interesting…" He breathes, suddenly throwing the ball. You blink going after the ball swiftly. He had a good arm, the ball flew smoothly. You get under it, jumping up and catching it. You smirk and turn to him, the other two covering their eyes as he chuckles, coming over to you. 

           "Before we continue, how about you change out of the skirt?" He suggests. "Skull?" 

           You pause, blushing heavily at that and scowling at him. "I'm going to kick your ass." 

           "You should've thought about that first." He snickers at you guiding you to the club room and checking a bin for something for you to change in. "This might be your size." He passes you the gear. "Hurry up and change." He says going out and closing the door. 

           "How did this happen…?" You mutter as you change swiftly, putting your stuff in a small locker before going back out to the field. 

           "Kekeke! That fits you well." He chuckles. "Four more to go." He adds pulling back to send off another ball. 

           "You damn cheat!" You growl taking off as the football is sent flying through the air. This one was toward the end zone. 'Shit. Can I make it?' You wonder, feeling the burn in your legs. You narrow your eyes as it starts to come down. "I can." You whisper between breathes, leaping after it, and catching it. 

           You smirk again, getting to your feet and looking at the blond as he clicks his tongue. You toss the ball up before catching it and launching it at him. He blinks in surprise before it bounces at his feet. You frown now, feeling yourself blush as he sends a smirk leaning down and picking it up. 

           "Three more!" You call to him, trying to wipe the smug look off his face. He just keeps smiling, reaching for another throw. He releases faster, the ball going for a sideline. 'Shit it's too low!'  You dash to catch it before it could hit the ground. This one escapes you and you chase after the bouncing ball, cursing silently. You retrieve it and toss it back to him.

          "Two more." He calls back, making you frown again. This cocky jerk. That would be the only one you were going to let fall. Then he fires off another long pass. 

          "Dammit." You swiftly get under it, leaping and catching it quickly. "Good. Last one!" You say, sending it back. He tosses it above his hand watching you for a moment before grinning and suddenly throwing a fast one for the sideline again. You dash for it, leaping and catching it in your arms, tumbling over the sideline and holding it to your chest when you sit up. "...Ha! I win!" You snap at him with a victorious grin as he scoffs. You get up and approach him, passing him the ball as his round comrade comes over excitedly.

          "That was amazing! You're so good at catching!" He gasps to you as the older looking guy joins his side.

          "Those throws weren't bad either." The other rumbles. "So what's your name?"

          "___." You answer lightly. "How about yours?" You look at all of them pointedly.

          "Ryokan Kurita." The round one beams.

          "Gen Takekura." The older looking one nods. 

          "Yoichi Hiruma." The blond says lightly. His eyes look you over before he tilts his head. "Well you didn't get all five so I don't owe you a favor." He smiles.

          "Seems so." You look at the ball in his hand. "Is it just you three on the team? That won't do…" You peer at them. They pause, Kurita lighting up again. "So I guess I can help you guys out. But don't expect much, this isn't my sort of thing after all." You forewarn.

          "Heh. Then let's get back to practice." Hiruma grins. 

          Afterward, you go back to the club room with them. They let you go in first to change and then go in once you're out. You wait for them quietly, checking your phone in the meantime. 

          As you're about to put it away, fingers come over it, taking it away suddenly. You blink and look over at Hiruma as he goes through it, putting your number in his phone and vice versa. "You know… You could've just asked." You sigh. 

          "Meh." He responds before handing you back the phone. "See ya tomorrow." He adds starting off.

          "Yeah see you." You blink after him.

          "I'm so happy we'll be playing together." Kurita tells you as he and Musashi come out.

          "Oh, yeah… Me too, I guess." You offer a smile.

          "You guess." Musashi echoes. 

          "Too early to tell. But it's an interesting start." You admit, walking off campus with them.

          "I hope you can say it soon." Kurita smiles. "See you tomorrow." He adds breaking off. You and Musashi wave after him. 

          "You live nearby?" Musashi asks you. 

          "Yeah, about a block." You nod.

          "I'll walk you there then." He decides.

          "Is that you making up for the headblow earlier?" You tease. He blinks before chuckling.

          "Would it be enough?" He wonders.

          "Eh I didn't mind it. I got to meet a cute guy because of it." You put a knuckle to your chin, smirking slightly. He chuckles before pausing.

           "Which one?" He looks at you curiously. 

           "I wonder." You send him a side glance.

           "Wait. Seriously…" He blinks. "Which one?" He asks again.

           "I'm not telling you." You shrug.

           "Ehh… Fine, be like that." He hums thoughtfully. You soon reach home and he stops on the sidewalk. 

           "Thanks for walking me home. See you tomorrow." You wave to him before going inside.