Title: Cold

Characters: Hiruma x Mamori

Notes: Spoilers for Christmas Bowl! :D

"Oooohhhhhh!" mused the Deimon Chibis (Monta, Sena and Komusubi) as they saw the gigantic snow model of Teikoku Alexanders and Deimon Devilbats.

"Who?" asked Kurita smiling widely as he stared at the Snow Devilbat figure. "Like I'd know" Hiruma smirked amused as he examined the sculpture. 'Fucking Chameleon did a good job. Fucking Brats looks motivated. Kekekeke!' of course he knows, he has his fair share of hidden cameras all over Japan.

Rustle.

The Blonde Devil's ear twitched at the sound behind him. He slightly turned his head to see his manager grabbing her clothes tighter to her body clad only in her sweat pants and Devilbat's shirt. 'Keh! Fucking Manager sure knows how to let herself catch cold.' His trigger finger twitched itching for his gun as he contemplated himself from scolding her. 'Heck! She isn't even wearing a fucking scarf! Fucking Motherhen forgot to take of herself because of mothering the brats' he narrowed his eyes dangerously at a certain pipsqueak as his manager made his way to him.

Remembering that before going at the stadium she gave Sena a scarf telling him that he might catch cold. It's not that he's jealous. His ear twitched again at his manager's voice. "Sena." She said looking at the pipsqueak. "Win… Against the real Eyeshield 21." She said smiling. Beaming like a proud mother to his son. "Yes." Answered Sena returning her smile.

The Devil watched at this little exchange with slight of irritation. 'Keh! She even wished him good luck. While she did not even talk to me-' he trailed off his thoughts. He sounded like a jealous boyfriend. No he is not jealous. And he's not even his boyfriend. 'Tch. Why would I?' he thought violently as he popped his gun and he started spinning his AK-47.

"Something bothering you?" Musashi asked calmly feeling his discomfort. "None. Forgot something." He just said and walked off in their locker room designated for them in the stadium. He need to shave off the irritation before the start of the game.

He just settled on the benches closing his eyes to clear his thoughts when a cold a hand rested on his forehead. "Hiruma-kun?" he instantly opened his eyes and found himself looking directly at those worried blue orbs. "Are you sick?" His manager asked and he hated the sound of her worried voice.

"Keh! No." he stated as he turned his back to her and rummage in to his luggage. She just stood there formulating words to say when something hit her hard on the face. Having caught it in her hand she was about to retort to him something about his rudeness when he merely cut her off.

"Wear that. Your hands were fucking cold." He just plainly stated already at the door ready to leave. Mamori looked at the bundle on her hands only to find his Devilbat jacket. The black version of the one every member had. Only he had the black one. She couldn't stop the smile forming on her lips with his sudden gesture.

"Hiruma-kun!" she ran after him at the corridor, and at the moment she caught up with him, she grabbed his left arm (the right one was in a sling) and tip toed on her heels placing a peck on his cheek. She smiled warmly to him muttering "Win." as she ran out of the field to join the rest of the Devilbats. Feeling like she doesn't need the jacket anymore because her face was burning.

The devil just stood there stunned, and after a moment he let that devilish grin to split in his face as he continued his way out of the field. Now this will be one of the memories on the Christmas Bowl he would gladly burn in the back of his mind. Thinking that he wouldn't mind her having his jacket, the payback was worth it. As he made it to the sidelines with his teammates, he could hear the audience wishing everyone a good luck. He secretly smiled to himself, he wouldn't be needing any of those anymore. He merely glanced at his manager,

'Already got a fucking kiss from Ladyluck herself. Kekekeke!'