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"Ne."
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"Hiruma?"
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"Hiruma-kun?"
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"Mou! Hiruma-kun!"
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"HIRUMA YOICHI!"
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"YOICHI! Now if you don't want your coffee and the game plan against Ojou, I'll just throw it to the sink and this to the bin!"
"Kekekeke, fuckin manager. So impatient. And what's this? Calling me by my first name? Now that's something from the fuckin disciplinary committee member"
That's it. Her broom snapped in to two, all the other team member who was in the room quickly ran out not wanting to be in the mess.
Oh he just LOVES pissing her off doesn't he?
From outside you can hear yelling, cackling, gunshots, clashing metals from broom Vs. bullets and noticed the Ya-Has that can be heard through all that.
But no one would have notice what his REAL intention was now would they.
OMAKE
After everybody went home, Hiruma who was alone now in the club room took out something from under his chair and pressed a button.
"YOICHI! Now-"
A distinguished feminine voice was heard, his grin grew wider if that's even possible.
Step one. Fuckin clear.
1. Make her fuckin call his name.
He'll keep the fuckin record as a memento. kekeke...
R&R!