It's About Time.
They had won.
They had won the Christmas bowl. Their dreams had come true at last. All their hard work had been paid off. But, the one who were the most affected were the three senior players: Musashi, Kurita, and Hiruma.
As usual Hiruma expressed his joy by spraying the air with bullets from his favorite machine gun, not to mention, since it was a special occasion, riddling the conquered field with grenades.
Anezaki Mamori shared her joy with hugs and kisses, on the cheeks of course, for each player. Elated beyond reason she sought out Hiruma, but could not find him immediately. Then, she spotted his retreating back. He was headed for the locker room. Mamori quietly stole in behind him.
Hiruma plopped onto a bench and then lay down. He let out a "ya-ha" with a happy sigh. To Mamori's shock, she perceived one tear drop from his eye.
"You act strong to hide your loneliness."
She couldn't contain herself any longer.
"Hiruma-kun!" Her arms were around him before he could react.
"Aneza—" Before Hiruma could finish actually saying her name for once, the young woman's lips were pressed against his.
Mamori felt Hiruma stiffen for a moment but soon began to return her kiss with a fierceness she had not been expecting (silly girl).
It was Himura who broke away first, and not too soon for Mamori's heart was beating so fast that she had begun to feel light-headed. She kept her face close to Hiruma's, who slowly opened his eyes to gaze into hers. A slow grin crept across his face. But, it was not the usual devilish one; it was one that solely belonged to her.
"'S'bout time, f'n manager."
