Nice Try
"Mamori, I am absolutely positive that you are a fallen angel. Would you care to give me your divine presence this Saturday afternoon for a movie?"
The 'angel' in question suddenly felt awkward as she looked down at a kneeling boy she barely knew in front of her, her dainty hand lightly clasped in his own larger one as giggling schoolmates walked around, enjoying the view so to say.
"Well, that's...er...very nice of you but..." She tried, but knew it was really no use. This sophomore had been at it for the last ten minutes and it looked like he wasn't going to stop until he got a clear answer. She very well wanted to outright refuse, but that would be rude, and she couldn't accept because well...out of many things, the Devil Bats had a game that day. Yet she still couldn't find the will to say those words as the boy's big, hopeful eyes starred into her own. She felt like she was trapped.
"Damn Manager!"
Mamori wondered if she'd ever actually been this genuinely happy to hear Hiruma's loud voice, tearing her eyes away from her suitor to the spiky haired quarterback who had just sauntered onto the scene. The other students around running for the hills just with the sight of him, thinking thoughts of how their entertainment had just been spoiled.
"What the hell are you doing?! We were suppose to start practice SEVEN fucking minutes ago, yet WHERE are you?!" He continued before he blew a bubble that popped the next second, eyes dangerously narrowed at her pretty face that didn't seem the least bit scared.
"I've been busy." Mamori weakly retorted as she motioned with her eyes to the boy who was still crouching and holding her hand like it was made of pure gold, his eyes blinking as he looked at the devil that had walked in from out of nowhere.
"What does this fucking idiot want?" Hiruma asked as his eyes narrowed at the underclassman, smirk forming as he remembered some data he'd collected on him - very recently too. The boy seemed to understand with just that one look of Hiruma's eyes, lips curled back to reveal sharp teeth, that he was doomed unless he left in the next second.
"Y-You know...I'll see you later." The boy spit out before he was gone in a flash, green blazer flapping behind him.
Mamori let out a sigh of relief before a ghost of a smile formed on her face, turning to the club house with the blond in tow, not bothering to thank him as she knew he'd just scoff. There was a comfortable silence between the two teenagers, the only sound being the scuffle of their shoes on the ground, before Hiruma's nonchalant voice broke it.
"Why didn't you just tell him to go fuck himself?"
"HIRUMA!"