Pain

The door to the clubhouse was flung open, as a very drenched Mamori emerged from the downpour outside. Hiruma looked up from his laptop and laughed at the sight of her standing in soaking wet clothes.

"Don't laugh Hiruma-kun." She snapped at the smirking quarterback. Her nose and cheeks were flushed from the cold and with an indignant look on her face Mamori sloshed her way over to the shower room. Hiruma fixed his gaze on her and watched as she hung up her jacket to dry and closed the door to the showers. He heard the latch lock behind her. Hiruma gave a sly smile before he blew a bubble then went back to work on his laptop.

After about ten minutes Mamori finished with the shower, she felt much warmer now because of it and silently thanked Hiruma for having the shower block built. She was about to pull back the curtain when she realized something and froze: she didn't have a towel and now she had to ask the Devil himself to get her one.

Hiruma heard the shower stop after a few minutes and all was quiet, save for Hiruma's typing. But soon Mamori's shy voice came from the other side of the locked door.

"Um, Hiruma-kun?"

"What is it Fucking Manager?" Hiruma wasn't that interested at first but then she said with an audible blush in her voice.

"C-can you get me a towel?" Hiruma stopped his typing, a moment later he smiled with a hint of evil.

"And why should I do that Fucking manager?" he chuckled.

"Hiruma-kun!" she sounded angry now but that was all the more fun for Hiruma. But after a few moments of hearing her huff and puff at him from behind the door he gave in.

"Ke, fine," Hiruma would have fun with this another time "But you have to open the door." He said with a smile, maybe he could have fun now. The last thing Hiruma had said made Mamori flush with anger and in a rage she wrenched open the shower curtain forgetting about the raised edge on the floor to stop water from spilling. Her toes taught on the edge and she over balanced, slipping on the wet floor. Hiruma was stood just outside the door with a towel in his hand, when he heard the shower curtain roughly drawn back. He smiled but what her heard next, the loud slap and snap on the tiles, made his smile falter "Oi Fucking manager , what happened?" there was no reply "Hey!" still nothing. He pressed his ear to the metal door; he could make out whimpering and slight sobbing.

"Help!" Mamori's voice sounded strained. Hiruma didn't think twice as he kicked down the door, breaking the lock and bending the metal, it swung open on its hinges. He dashed inside. Mamori was in a heap on the floor with one of her legs held close; her eyes were clenched shut, her lips a thin line, her face was covered in pain. Hiruma almost blushed at the sight of her naked body, almost. He rushed to Mamori and covered her with the towel so she was a bit more modest. he then looked at the leg she was holding, he could see that it was broken.

"Shit!" he spat. An ambulance would take too long to get there, so it was time to call in a favour, so to speak. So he got out his phone and put it on speed dial, when it was answered he yelled into it. "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OVER HERE NOW!" Mamori shivered as Hiruma slowly slipped his arms under her body and lifted her up. He carried her carefully in his arms holding her close to his chest. She bit down on her lip with the pain that the movement caused and she passed out.

Hiruma was sat beside her bed in the hospital room, she looked so pale. Mamori's eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was Hiruma looking down at her with, was it worry in the eyes.

"Hey." She croaked out.

"Hey." He replied.

"Thank you Hiruma-kun." She said.

"No problem Fucking manager." He said.


Yay I got another oneshot out! sorry for the wait. do not be afraid to write a reveiw go on you know you want to write one ;)