I do not own Eyeshield 21

it all started when I drew the cover this morning at school, a tiny-bitty Mamori-chan daydreaming of prince charming, and I thought how hilarious it is that Hiruma is anything but. ;) after all girls do like their boys bad. Warning: Mamori here could be considered a wee bit OOC, though it could just be me being paranoid.

Anezaki Mamori remembered the first time she had thought about love: she'd been six and a relative from her mother's side had brought her a fairy tale book, it had been cute and romantic and since that day, in her six year old mind, love had been glittering ball gowns, handsome smiling princes and magic.
Growing up, she had become more realistic and the ball gowns had become school uniforms, the princes everyday nice boys, the magic a casual meeting in the library or the classroom.
As a teen she had always thought that falling in love would be an overall happy experience, not perfect, she didn't expect it to be perfect or like in the tv dramas, she was after all a practical girl, but still beautiful.
Not in her darkest nightmares had she imagined this.
This being a restless, forceful, sizzling, annoying yearning that in her mind had no name and only one object.
Hiruma. Youichi.
At first it was annoyance at his ways and her righteous, protective side that glued her to him.
Then it became a slight fascination with his ruthless determination.
Then she started to see the human side that he tried really hard to hide.
His injuries, his responsabilities, his dreams, and the most surprising thing of all, his feelings.
She still couldn't believe that demon had feelings.
But afterwards it got worse still.
She wanted to dig deeper.
To crawl under his skin and never go away.
"Hey, fucking manager."
So much for princes and happy ever afters
She stopped poring over the team stats and looked up, meeting his eyes and wondering how could she ever hide the enormous thing that kept growing inside her.
"Stop calling me that, Hiruma-kun."
She always said the same words and he always answered in the same way, requesting what he had called out to her for.
It was their personal routine.
"Have you edited the videos from the last game?"
She sighed.
"Yes, they are in the clubroom, I left them on your laptop, thinking you'd want to see them as soon as possible." And I was right, as always. She didn't say that, but she suspected they both knew.
She understood him well.
Too bad he wouldn't let her closer.
"Must mean our fucking manager stopped gorging on crampuffs and finally started working." As she blushed and told him off, he turned his back on her cackling as usual.
But this time she decided she would not be left behind.
If the ball gown had turned into a football uniform, the smiling prince into a smirking demon, then, Mamori decided, the empty clubroom and a stolen kiss would have to become her magic.

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