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Sleepless night

The players for the Wizards all noticed it, but didn't ask; they feared for what might happen to them.

His slouch, the dark circles under his eyes, his distant expression; he was tired and all could see it.

Hiruma slammed open the clubhouse door and collapsed into a chair. He rested his head against the cool, surface of the table. Damn that Fucking Manager. His current condition was all her fault; she had kept him up all night asking for more and more and… more… His eyes drifted shut and his tired mind won the battle for sleep

Mamori had a glow emitting from her skin; and no she had not been dropped in something radioactive. She was just in a very good mood. She practically skipped into the clubhouse that morning; where she found Hiruma passed out, head on the table. Mamori blushed a little when she looked at him. Maybe she had gone too over the top last night, but it had been fun.

She quietly went about her normal routine, and tried not to disturb Hiruma from his rest.

The night before.

The inhabitants of Hiruma's flat where were being very, very loud, at three in the morning.

"Ah come on! Do it! Yes! YES!"

Mamori punched her fist into the air as she jumped up from the sofa. Hiruma sat there in stunned shock, staring at TV screen, XBOX remote forgotten in his hands. She had beaten him, she had beaten him! The Fucking Manger had beaten him at his own game!

Mamori was hopping from foot to foot, doing a victory dace of her own making.

"The Fuck?" Hiruma gasped. Mamori grinned at him, placing her hands on her hips as she stopped dancing.

"You want to go again, Hiruma-kun?" she asked teasingly.

"Fuck yeah, I'm not going to lose to you!" he snapped. And so they played again and again and again, but not once did Hiruma beat her, even though it was her first time playing the game.

Present.

Hiruma looked through sleepy vision and saw Mamori cleaning the clubhouse. She was an interesting one. He was glad he got her to be the Devil Bats manager all those years ago. And now in their final year at the university, they were closer then they had ever been.


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