Just...a short little drabble thing. The title just popped into my head and I had to write something for it, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Eyeshield 21 is not mine.
"Hut!"
One…
"Hut!"
Two…
"Hut!"
Three…wait, how many were there supposed to be?
"Hut!"
Uhhh…
It is at this point that Sena realizes that he has no idea what the play is.
'They were already getting into place by the time I got back…!'
"Huttt…"
'What do I do…?'
"Hut, tut tut."
'…Hiruma has too much fun with this.'
"Hut!"
And, there we go. The ball is snapped, caught, Hiruma gets into the pass position, and…!
Turns and walks away.
'H-huh?'
The line seems confused, too, some breaking their concentration to turn and look at what was going on. The other team is hesitating. The quarterback isn't even heading towards the right end zone…what's going on?
'Hiiee…! He's coming towards me…!'
And, sure enough, Hiruma walks over,
"Eyeshield…"
gets down on one knee, and…wait, what?
"Will you marry me?"
The football is presented.
Sena is about to have a heart attack.
'W-what is he…has he gone insane? Wait, no I think he was born that way…b-but, what do I…should I…? I don't know…!'
Mental Sena foams at the mouth, curls up and dies.
Then gets back up to notice something.
The other team isn't moving any closer. They're completely off guard, since their opposition seems to be completely confused, too. And Hiruma seems to have a slight twitch.
A twitch in his eye and neck, that seems to be slightly angling his head towards. The. Other. Team's. End zone. Cough cough, hint hint, shrimp, I'm not going to kneel here looking like an idiot forever.
'Oh…'
"….Oh! O-okay!"
Sena takes the ball and runs. They end up with eight more points, and win the match.
"Way to go, fucking shrimp, you nearly cost us the match."
"W-what? What're you talking about?"
"It took you four seconds to realize what I was trying to do. Four fucking seconds. If anyone in that team had happened to not have been a fucking dumbass, you would have completely ruined the play!"
"…t-that's a play?"
"Technically."
"O-oh…"
Sena almost screams when he feels a familiar lanky arm snake around his shoulders.
"So, you're my fucking fiancée now."
"W-what?"
"You accepted my proposal."
"No I didn't…! I would never…!"
"You did. 'Okay', you said."
"I didn't! I mean, I did…but…that wasn't-!"
"Are you fucking arguing with me, shrimp?"
He manages to cock a gun using only his free hand.
"N-no sir…"
"Didn't fuckin' think so."