"Take off your shirt."
The sudden request made by the girl even got to make him look away from the screen of his laptop for a second. Mamori Anezaki was standing a few steps away, arms crossed under her chest and her gaze blatantly directed straight towards him.
For a moment, there was silence. Everyone else had finished changing from practice and already headed back home. As usual, he stayed to work on whatever mental psychotic research he considered pertinent to do at the time (Honestly, everybody's life was probably better without knowing). He hadn't even noticed he wasn`t alone in the clubroom, until the team manager made him aware of her presence with that extremely uncommon choice of words.
He didn't move a single inch on his chair. Just as fast as he gazed at her, he directed his eyes back at the computer. "What's that, fucking manager?" He asked, while he kept writing on the keyboard. "If you want my body so badly I don't really mind it, but I'm kinda busy at the moment." He added, and his bored expression didn't change whatsoever.
She didn't bother to reply to that comment. "Let me see it", she demanded, without changing her former posture by the littlest.
"And now you want to see it?" He continued, without looking at her, and now a little annoying grin appeared on his face. "My, my. To have such a perverted person to be our team manager, who would have thought about it "Should I add sexual harassment to your register in the threatbook?"
Mamori didn't reply. A sigh escaped from her mouth. She calmly walked towards him. "Hiruma-kun" she said quietly, when she was finally standing right next to him. Her eyes were expressionless and her voice came out with a strange stoicism unusual on her. "Please stop playing stupid" She said, as she moved her right hand forward and pressed her middle and index finger together against him, in a specific part between his back and under his right arm. At that very instant, Hiruma stopped typing. Not a single sound came out of him, but she was able to notice how his full body contracted for a second, betraying him in his attempt to hide the pain those two fingers were inflicting him. He refused to look up at her. "You fucking woman". He finally exclaimed, with a rough, defeated voice. "How the hell did you noticed" He added, and it seemed more like a complaint than a question.
"Hah?" The girl looked at him with a smug smile on her face. "If you need to now, I saw when you crushed with Kurita-kun earlier during the practice. You seemed fine after that, but then your passes gradually started to become slightly less powerful. Even thought it was almost imperceptible, after paying a little attention from the outside anyone would have noticed after a while"
Hiruma grinned back at her. "So know you think you're some big shit, just because you noticed such a stupid thing, eh, fucking manager?" He rested his back on the chair and crossed his arms. "From here, just sounds like you were freaking stalking me the whole time, you know?"
Mamori's smile changed to a bigger one. "You can think whatever you want. Now kindly cooperate so I can check on your side back." She requested, as she lifted the first aid kit in front of him.
"Fuck that. Mind your own business" He answered, and meant to proceed with his work, until he felt the pair of fingers back against his side. He briefly trembled in pain. "Why, you little shit…" he grunted, looking at her again.
"The next match is in two days. It would be really troublesome if the quarterback couldn't make decent passes just because of a little injure. Other than troublesome, wouldn't it be really lame? Ah... I wonder." She teased him, and Hiruma dedicated a gaze full of honest, pure hate at her "Furthermore, if Kurita-kun finds out you got injured because of him, he will feel really bad. Let's not let him know." The blonde didn't reply. "You don't even have to take it off. As long as you lift it a little, it's still good"
There was a pause, during which Hiruma seemed to be analyzing whether to keep complaining or give up on the argument. Finally, and without any further commentary, he started lifting his shirt and taking it off completely. "Well then." He said, as he dropped it on the floor and got immediately back to his laptop. "Seems like if I don't let you do whatever the hell you want, I won't hear the end of it. Just don't bother me while I'm working."
"Yes!" Mamori happily nodded. She got on her knees and started examining the affected zone. After looking at it for a while, she couldn't help but comment. "Woo, You got a really bad bruise right here, better put some cold in it.".
"Say, fucking manager. What the fuck would be your understanding of 'not bothering someone while they are working'"
"Yes, yes" She replied nicely, while standing up again. She quickly went to the fridge and came back with a cold compress, which she placed right on his swollen skin. This made the quarterback suddenly release a very small and repressed inhale of surprise. The girl decided to not comment on it and kept carefully pressing the compress against his side. From then on, the only sound audible was the endless typing on the computer.