Anezaki Mamori was in quite the fix. It was her second year of college at Saikyodai, the football team was doing well, her grades were doing well, her love life on the other hand...

Her love life was miserable at the moment. And this was a type of moment that dragged on for far too long. It also happened to be a moment of heart break for Mamori. She sighed and put her head on her desk, deciding that no homework was going to get done. She had already pushed back her study time a few hours by cleaning her apartment. She had even cleaned Suzuna's mess in an effort to take her mind of the absolute disaster piece that had been her morning.

It hadn't even been a disaster, really.

A slightly miscalculated glance at her dear Yoichi Hiruma was what had caused this. Mamori sat up and leaned back in her pink office chair, sighing.

{Earlier That Morning}

She had been doing simple managerial duties like always, sitting on a bench outside analyzing data, making spreadsheets - the norm.

Minding her own business.

This is where the slightly miscalculated glance ones into place. For some reason (probably fate, Mamori thought bitterly) something pulled her eyes away from her paper and across the courtyard to the back of the devil himself, Hiruma. Mamori stare for sometime, pondering her not-so-unrequited love for him and his devilish ways. As she watched though, something peculiar happened.

A beautiful young woman walked up to him with a friend and sat buy him. Squinting for a better look she saw that the woman was tall, tan, and blonde. And rather large chested. Mamori glanced at her own chest, frowning at the difference in size. She squinted once more at the trio across the school yard.

An then the peculiar thing happened.

She talked to him. Maybe she asked a question, a simple statement, anything. Something completely innocent.

But she had those boobs that weren't quite in her tube top and it maybe had been on purpose…and she had those eyelashes- those eyes that were flirting (she assumed from so far away).

And he talked to her back.

No guns, no evil. They talked…and talked…she handed him some paper, all smiles.

All boobs.

Mamori frowned even more. She had just suddenly realized that Hiruma was a boy. A college boy. With needs and desires. And no girlfriend. And no obvious interest in anyone, especially not Mamori…

She sat there for a while. Watched as the dumb blonde talked her captain for however longed they conversed, she really couldn't remember. Yes, she was intelligent, clever, and attractive but this was also her first love. And thought they had a very complex and deep relationship, it was not romantic.

But when the pair of fake looking tits did finally leave, she knew that she was NOT ok. She felt threatened and out of place.

{x}

So this was what had caused the clusterfuck that she had turned into. She had really wanted to call Suzuna and tell her what had happened but she didn't want to bother her. Suzuna had been living with Sena, but they had a nasty break up so she was living with Mamori now, and was transferring to Saikyodai next semester.

BBZZZZT BBZZZZT.

Mamori groaned. Didn't her phone understand what was happening? She didn't bother to check. Its probably Hiruma wondering why she wasn't at practice.

BZZZT BZZZZT BZZZZZZZT!

"Two messages?" Mamori thought. She stood up and picked up her phone on her bed. And she immediately wished she hadn't.

Message From: Yoichi Hiruma

Time: 7:O4 pm.

Date: May 1st 2012

Message: DAMN MANAGER WHERE ARE YOU? I'm not sure why you're slacking and not showing up to the meeting…maybe you got too fat from all the cream puffs! Ya-ha! Get your ass down here!

She deleted the message instantly.

The other message had been from Suzuna but before she could even read the message, she heard Suzuna burst through the apartment door.

"Mamo-nee! Yo-nii has been looking everywhere for you!" Suzuna exclaimed, throwing off her skates, "And boy does he looked pissed."

Mamori jumped out of her seat and ran to the living room, "Oh Suzuna….you won't ever guess…"

Suzuna and Mamori sat on the couch as Mamori retold everything that had happened.

Suzuna ould only gasp, "Hiruma actually talked to a girl?"

Mamori nodded solemnly, munching on a chocolate bar, "Yep."

They sat in silence for a few moments before Suzuna started to get riled up about her day.

"So where were you at today?" Mamori asked once she had finished listening to Suzuna ramble about practice. She noticed the slightest tint of pink of Suzuna's cheeks the moment she asked.

"Well Juumonji was tutoring me in algebra since I really am terrible at it…" Suzuna trailed off.

Mamori smiled slightly but didn't push the subject. her breakup had been only a month ago, and even though Suzuna seemed fine, she could dear her crying sometimes at night.

After the two said their goodnights and Mamori was safely tucked into her bed, her mind began to wander once more to Hiruma. What if he really had been interested in that blonde girl. Or other girls she didn't know about? Could she handle being so close to him as a manager when he was dating people who were not her?

She almost wanted to give up; she had not one single experience when it came to men because she had saved herself for that pointy eared bastard.

As she lulled to sleep she saw a shooting star through her window and dreamily made a wish that tomorrow she wouldn't feel so uncharacteristically blue.

{End Chapter}

So this is completely rewritten. I had an OC for some reason and I thought it was a good idea? I must have been drunk.

Mamori will be less doom and gloom. Just give her a sec.

Cheers.

- Ramenism