Title: Assumptions

Rated: T(why of course because of Hiruma)

Discalimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21

A/N: this is my first take writing a fanfiction. Well I hope you'll enjoy reading this, hopefully :) fingers crossed :)

It was a peaceful day in Deimon. Birds were flying effortlessly in the sky, some chirping their hearts out. Students were wearing smiles on their faces, friends chatting endlessly. The day couldn't get any better but albeit it did. A sun goddess was walking leisurely from the school gate, blue eyes shinning. She was walking ever so gracefully that everyone thought she was floating.

"Good morning, Anezaki-san" random students greeted her and she answered back with her warm smile. She continued walking and disappeared into the school building. Boys and girls sighed, either from admiration or envy. Everyone thought that this was definitely a day to look forward to until – "kekekeke".

"What are you fucking looking at?" he roared.

Everyone in short distance went rigid and started scrambling out of his sight. Students ran inside the school building, into the hallways and finally into their respective classrooms, sweat drops on their faces, safe. But is anyone safe when the commander from hell was within range?! They started trembling, looking in the corner of their eyes, watching his every move from the window just in case. The commander from hell turned and made his way to his clubroom. Relief was written on their faces and they went back to their normal mode but now with caution.

Anezaki Mamori was the only one unaffected, nothing surprising about that. But she was sporting a worried look on her face, what's to be expected from a mother hen like her. The surprising thing was, she was not worried for her fellow students but for Hiruma-kun. Something was definitely wrong. He always came earlier than all of them, to be late on his schedule means something is up and if possible he's even scarier than usual. But every thought aside, she started walking in the direction of the clubroom.

Hiruma kicked the clubroom door open, walked savagely inside and sat ungracefully on the chair. He opened his laptop and ceremoniously started typing with ease and quickness. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he started chanting. He was boiling with rage and he can't begin to know why. Ah fuck, it all started yesterday he thought.

He was on his way to the school gate, internally happy. Practice went well than he expected when suddenly he heard voices – one voice familiar, extremely familiar. He climbed the nearest tree expertly and crouched on the biggest branch. He was silent, eyeing his prey like a predator, all his devilish senses on alert.

"Have you been waiting long?" the girl asked.

"No Mamori" the man with grey eyes said. From Hiruma's calculation he'd say the man was in his early 20's. Successful from the way he's dressed and came from a cultured and well off family from the way he acts and looks.

Mamori looked at the man in front her. The years have made him look mature and yet the boyishness was still there lingering in his eyes. Clean cut blond hair, she can't help but raise her hand. The man catching her drift leaned forward to help her dainty fingers reach his hair easily since he was a foot taller than her. Still soft she mused.

"Satisfied?" he inquired.

She blushed. "Trey!" she whined but despite herself she was smiling. They were reunited again, finally, even only for a short time. She can't wait to spend time with him. A voice woke her from her reverie, "Let's go, my car's parked there." Mamori nodded and realized that he was offering his right arm. She blushed but accepted it happily. They started walking, went inside the parked car with Trey opening the door for her. Soon the car disappeared in the horizon.

"Trey huh" An American name, fucking suits him since he does look like one he thought. He jumped from his perch and started walking out of the school premises. He smirked his fangs showing as he too disappeared in the horizon.

Remembering the whole romantic shit gave him the urge to shoot someone, anything for the matter. And that he did while cackling in his seat.

"Hiruma-kun" Mamori shouted from the clubroom door, a vein popping in her forehead.

"Fucking manager!" he dangerously growled but stopped his tirade of shooting, brought his firearms down.

"Stop calling me that!" she was mentally preparing herself for another round of argument when nothing came. She disbelievingly looked at Hiruma but he was already typing on his laptop as though she wasn't there, totally ignoring her. She sighed and made herself useful by making coffee. Now and then she would end up looking at him.

"What the fuck fucking manager! A discipline committee member staring, didn't your fucking mother teach you fucking manners, fucking manager?!" He taunted.

"Ugh, Hiruma-kun" she said exasperated.

"Kekeke"

She dutifully set his black coffee down and walked out of the clubroom choosing not to stoop to his level but she did stomp her feet while walking out.

Annoying, fucking annoying he thought. She's there flowering everything up while he's here having an internal battle with himself. From the beginning of time women were definitely any man's downfall and he's a fucking man after all. It didn't help him either that he has found nothing to blackmail fucking grey eyes, fucking life! Fucking manager, this was all her fault! Maybe she mixed some concoction on all the coffee she made and will be making, he mused. His eyes set automatically to the steaming black coffee on his side. But she does make the best coffee he ever tasted, he grumpily accepted this fact. He brought the cup on his lips when something caught his eyes. There was a note in between the said cup and saucer. Hiruma-kun he's my cousin not my boyfriend it read. He smirked, both his fangs showing "fucking manager".