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A/N: Okay first things first, if anyone has a good idea for a next chapter I'm all ears. This fic took place during HiruMamo's second year like in the anime/manga. Also don't let the chapter title mislead you this fic was just inspired on the song Don't Love you No More by Craig David it is not entirely based on that. Lastly, I know that this event would never ever happen in a million years but the idea won't leave me, so yeah. Note Hiruma might be OOC on this one. Enough said...

The sun was shining brightly, the wind gushing through in a soft manner and the birds were chirping joyously. To any person, that day could have been a great day. And to most people in Tokyo especially in Deimon High it was just any normal day. However Hiruma Youichi was not most people, he was beyond anyone could ever imagine.

The moment he woke up that morning, he had a nagging feeling something out of the ordinary was going to happen to him (given nothing ordinary happens to him). Now Hiruma was not one to ignore his intuition so he put an extra effort to put up more walls on his defenses that day.

Upon arriving at Deimon High for morning practice, he had shouted at his fucking teammates for being lousy early in the morning. He had a small and fun banter with the fucking manager. The damn monkey caught all his throws and the fucking shrimp was running fast just your usual average morning practice of the Deimon Devilbats. During classes, Hiruma didn't pay any attention to every class he had. He sat there in his chair and casually type on his laptop with no teacher batting an eye at him. And in lunch, the fucking manager even gave him his bento. She had started making him a bento ever since they started to become erhm…closer as what normal people would say. If you ask him though, he would say that it was her mother hen nature kicking on her.

The day was almost over and much to Hiruma's surprise, it seemed that his intuition was wrong after all. Half the period of his last class, he decided to get out of it. The teacher was talking about things he already know anyway so there was no difference if he skip it or not. At the time he was out of the room, he could have sworn and he always does that the teacher and his classmates breathed out a sigh and relax a bit.

He was already halfway to the clubroom after spending a good half an hour at the rooftop when a female not from Deimon caught his attention. He smiled, genuinely smiled at the sight of the lovely female. The girl had a black hair, typical Asian small eyes and a thin figure. Her lips were cherry red and a tanned skin tone. He continued his walked and she followed suit until they were within the clubroom area.

"I need to talk to you Youichi" she spoke in fluent English.

"When did you arrive? You should have fucking called." He replied in Japanese.

"3 days ago." She still talked with the western tongue. It irked Hiruma a little bit, sure this girl in front of him had been living in the State for two years but she couldn't have abandoned her native tongue altogether, right?

"3 fucking days and you hadn't told me? This must be fucking serious for you to travel all the way back here in Japan." She averted her gaze, refusing to glance at him. This was really something serious; maybe this was what his intuition had been warning him all day.

"I can't do this anymore Youichi."

"Fuck what?" this time he spoke in equal fluent English.

"Us, you're here in Japan while I'm in the States. You promised you were going to follow in the States but 2 years had passed and still you're here. Its better if we forget about each other." He eyed her incredulously.

"I guess what I'm saying is, is that whatever it is we have between us is over. I don't love you anymore Youichi. I'm sorry." He stood there completely taken aback. This girl to whom he had promised to be with, this girl to whom he stayed loyal to had call everything off between them like it was nothing.

"Fucking do whatever you want." He stated when he had managed to regain his composure. After hearing him say those words, she held a tentative smile on her face and bowed in curtsy before running off in her own merry way. A 3 seconds glitch transpired in Hiruma before he was able to turn around and decided to head inside the clubroom proper. Yet before he was even able to take one step, he saw Mamori standing there with a look of…pity and something else he couldn't figure out. Sure the girl might have said those words in English but Mamori was also fluent in that language being quarter American and all. He tche'd and finally took that dreaded step, Hiruma Youichi don't do pity. He never needed pity in his entire life, especially not from Anezaki Mamori.

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With only two people inside the clubroom, peace and quiet was to be expected. With that two people being Hiruma and Mamori it wasn't that farfetched especially if they were going through their plays. Oh it was quiet alright but not entirely peaceful, at least not the type of peace Mamori had gotten used to over the course of time. She was doing her part as the team manager like she usually does of course but Hiruma on the other hand. Hiruma was sitting in his chair idly, his laptop long forgotten on the sofa. He had a blank face to which Mamori worried.

She would glance at him every now and then and he wouldn't notice. It was like he wasn't even there. She sighed, she heard the whole thing that transpired between Hiruma and that unknown girl. Okay just maybe the important stuff. Stuffs that went along the lines of I don't love you anymore. Mamori slumped in her chair; she never knew that Hiruma was involved with someone else. And here she thought that maybe with a tinge of hope of maybe he likes her the way she likes him. It stings a little bit like a deep cut applied with alcohol instead of an iodine solution. Then the wound itself wouldn't heal fast, leaving you with a nasty feeling and a ugly, annoying scab.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she found herself saying all of a sudden. It caught Hiruma off guard which made him finally look up at her for the very first time. He was strong, everyone knew that. in fact during practice he acted all the same as if nothing had happened. Quite the contrary though, she saw passed his façade. She knew him that well; in addition she was proud of it.

"Tche. There's nothing to talk about fucking manager." He tried his best to spat those words indignantly. He almost attained his goal, anyone would have been fooled but not her. So she stood up from her chair and walked her way to Hiruma. He stared at her dumbfounded, inching for his trusty M60 to keep her away from him.

"She's stupid, idiotic, moronic, foolish, imbecile and any other word to describe how dimwit she is. And just because she doesn't love you anymore doesn't mean nobody love you." She stated while embracing him. She was still standing so his head was positioned on her stomach as her hand hugged his head.

"I'm here Hiruma-kun. I love you as a friend also…" she thought for a minute if it was okay for her to say the next part. It was not the way she wanted to confess to him but he ought to know. He ought to know that she was here, always had been by his side. Never leaving him, taking care of him, looking out for him and falling for him.

"Also I like you more than just a friend." She released him from her hugged.

"I'll always be here Youichi-kun, waiting patiently for you."

Don't shoot me. I swear its not my fault, the fic just wrote itself. But please do leave a review or criticism on what you think about this chapter.