It's been so long, thought I'd try my hand at fic writing to get it all working again. For the DA's HirumaxMamori group, I'm presenting this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Eyesheild 21.

Sweet

By: Bar-Ohki

There was nothing, Mamori decided, about Hiruma that was sweet. He did not sugar up his words and often kept them vulgar for the sake of driving his point home. He did not dress sweetly, he did not chew sweet gum or eat anything sweet for that matter. He was never kind or sweet (but he wasn't always unkind either). He did not smell sweet, he smelled of sweat and gunpowder. He did not do people favors, he did not grant wishes. He believed in working hard and having it pay off.

Even after going through her years at Deimon with him, Mamori could not ever use the word sweet to describe him.

Which is why she could not believe what her mother was had been telling her.

"-such a sweet boy! You know he weeded the garden for me-"

The garden had in fact been weeded. Very meticulously. Mamori had thought her mother had found someone more OCD than her to weed it.

"-and when we brought in the strawberries he suggested we make some jam and he knew this wonderful recepie!"

Mamori had in fact had some of that jam. On the biscuits that had also been made. It had been very sweet and tasty.

"-he was so cute about it too! He was always checking to see if it was sweet enough- I took a picture see?"

And now Mamori was looking at the most amazing picture. Hiruma Youichi, the most unsweet person ever, was turning to face the camera, a light blush dusted his cheeks while his finger lay childishly, adorably, in his mouth. He looked sweet, he looked like he was enjoying being sweet, and it was completely natural in a way Mamori couldn't even begin to place.

"Oh and did you see the flowers he brought over?"

Mamori had seen those, and smelled them. Very sweet…..

Had it really been her boyfriend that had showed up?

Mamori checked her e-mail that evening (something Hiruma had shown her how to do) and found a message. From Hiruma.

Fucking girlfriend- when I say I'm going to be there at 2 pm, I fucking mean it! You know that! Why the hell weren't you there! I did your mother's fucking chores for three fucking hours waiting for you then I went home! Don't you dare fucking stand me up again!

…Your mom did like me, right?

Mamori had tried to send him a message earlier stating that she was going to be four hours late. Somehow she had the feeling he just now received it, but she couldn't help but to find his e-mail, as angry as it had been, very sweet.

Omake

"Mamo-nee's mom thought Hiruma was," Sena paused dramatically, "sweet."

"No way!" Suzuna and Monta protested, they were on the Saikyodai campus trying to locate the information office so they could find the football club room. Seeing Agon walking their way in a foul modd, they all decided cutting into the bushes was a great idea.

"-trash's mom thought you were sweet! You did what?" Agon roared into the phone, clearly upset by this. "-Wait- what!"

"…Feh! That's nothing she said I was sweet and that shiny trash too!" Agon laughed it off at the end.

"But fucking dreads, Anezaki-san said I was the sweetest one." Hiruma was grinning on the other end. "Clearly you were not meant to be her boyfriend."

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Yeah not much to say other than it was for a prompt.