Making an Observation.

She's doing it again. Getting herself all fucking worried, and I can't stand it when she does that, because in those few moments it scares me to know that beneath that hard ass, winning strategy thinking, sharp tongued exterior, she's still only human.
Just like me.
And that's what contributes to the percent that makes us lose our matches. And truthfully, I don't think we…I could win without her.
But there's also one other thing, one reason why I hate it when she's worried and on the verge of breaking because as soon as I see that sheen of tears…

I wanna make her mine so bad.

Right where she's standing, with or without spectators', hell in those moments I don't give a shit, because when she's looking so vulnerable and open like that I know that corrupting her would feel so good.
Oh so good.
That small body would be mine in a fucking instant and I'd make her cry, hell her crying would only make me violate her more.
In that moment, I'd have her anywhere, melding myself with her.

She'd be mine,
And she'd be sweet, hell YEAH she'd be sweet, sugary but in a cinnamon spice kind of way.
'Cause, she's that Kind of girl, a Cinnamon girl.

"Hiruma?" Mamori said from behind Hiruma making him stop in his trail of thought typing and look up at her, she was holding a medical kit, he closed over the screen to his laptop slightly and she had set it on the floor before he had time to open his mouth.
"Show me your leg" She sighed as she began rolling up his trouser leg, gasping slightly at the long gash on his shin.

Damn here we go.

"Tch, fucking manager it's only a nick" Hiruma said resuming his typing and shifting to get away from her.
Hiruma felt her heated glare without even looking at her and stifled a grin as he tried to avert his attention back to his laptop.
"A NICK? You would really ignore something like this Hiruma? This NICK could affect you in the game tomorrow!" she sighed as she began wiping it clean.
They sit in silence for a bit before Hiruma feels Mamori's finger tracking the outside path of the cut softly.Hiruma felt his skin tighten on reflex.
Fucking Anezaki
"You should really take care of yourself more Hiruma." she said softly as she reached for the disinfectant.
Ah, there's that whiny fucking voice again,
"That fucking stings damn manager," Hiruma growled shaking his leg as Mamori tried to bandage it with the medicine soaked bandages.
"Hold still Hiruma!" Mamori snarled gripping his leg as she finished tying the bandage and reaching for another one to keep it in place.
Hiruma looked down at her his eyes reflecting his body heat and licked his lip slightly as he gripped the side of his laptop.

'corrupting her would feel SO good'

"Hey damn manager," he whispered huskily leaning towards her kneeling form.
Mamori looked up puzzled and blushed at the expression on Hiruma's face.

'Oh so good'

"As much…" he grinned tilting his head so his lips were near hers
"As being able to see down your top is enjoyable I'm busy so if you would mind taking yourself fucking elsewhere" he said against her lips causing her half lidded eyes to shoot open in shock.

SLAP

"HIRUMA YOU DEMON!" she screeched as she got up and left the blonde quarterback to his laughing self, his finger rubbing the red mark on his cheek.

She's fucking spicy alright,

"Kekekeke HEY FUCKING MANAGER!" he called throwing his head backwards so he could see her retreating form.

"Get me some cinnamon gum!" he called as he opened a new document on his laptop and began writing new strategy plays for the team.

I updated this about five minutes after my last chapter but please review both of them okay?
I wonder if people like knowing what Hiruma's thinking?
(In case anybody didn't geuss the italic writing is what Hiruma's typing. okay?)
Please review.