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Mamori had started inviting Hiruma at their house for Christmas Eve the day after the final game of the Rice Bowl. It was still 10 days away, but it wouldn't hurt to remind him every now and then. Okay maybe she did remind him every single day but who could blame her? The guy practically scowled at her invitation, as if celebrating the holidays is some viral disease. Besides it would be their first Christmas together as a secret couple.

"Youichi-kun it's just Christmas Eve it's not like it's the end of the world!" she started an argument. She really didn't wanted to raise her voice so as not to wake her parents or the neighbors. It was already late in the evening almost midnight and she was still on the phone with Hiruma.

"Don't you dare hung up on me Youichi!" she kept on talking, he wasn't responding anyway. He was just silent on the other line, only Cerberus furious bark could be heard. She knew he had handed the phone to Cerberus only to be eaten. He always do that, he had plenty of spare phones anyway. A beep sounded on the other end indicating that the line was off. The poor phone was traveling its way at Cerberus stomach only to be made a poop tomorrow.

She threw her phone on her bed. That jerk! He really did hang up on her. The nerve! It's times like this where she wondered why she put up with him. Wouldn't it be easier if she break up with him? Besides no one knew except her parents that they were dating so it wouldn't be awkward.

Mamori rolled on her bed. Hah, who was she kidding? She couldn't find the urge to do that. She was in love with him period. Wait what? Did she just think what she thinks she did?

"I love Hiruma?" As far as she know she like Hiruma. When did she start loving him? Of course given the fact that they were dating it would only be natural for her to love him but still. She put a hand on her forehead. I really am losing it she murmured. As she was lost in her thoughts, a knock came by in her window. Dismissing it as her imagination she chose to ignore it. It was then when a gush of wind came inside her room that she realized it wasn't her imagination.

"Fucking girlfriend next time I come knocking at your window, fucking open it." He said with a slightly angry tone. He looked down at her, who blinked at him as if he was not real. Then an idea popped in his head. He leaned towards her, carefully placing his hands on the bed on each side of her head for support, and then shortened the distance between them.

"You're not fucking dreaming fucking girlfriend" he remarked as he closed the distance between them. It was supposed to be a light kiss just like the usual, but he was taken aback when she kissed him back. She was getting bolder, maybe he was rubbing on her.

He was about to end the kiss when Mamori's hands found its way in his head deepening their lip contact even further. Being a gentleman as he is he used his strength to retrieve his lips from her.

"Youichi-kun!" she shouted shocked that he forcefully ended their kiss.

"Getting bolder are we?" that comment stung a bit. Wasn't she allowed to be bold sometimes? Surely he did not expect her to be a submissive girlfriend did him?

She sat upright at her bed, refusing to look at him. If all he was going to do was just tease her, he could have waited until tomorrow.

"What are you doing here?"

"The fucking dog pooped on my bed. I'm sleeping on your bed" he imposed and launched himself on the bed causing the mattress to rock up and down.

"What? No!" she shouted so loud that it would be a surprise if her parents didn't hear her. They were just next door by the way. She was trying to push him out of the bed when her bedroom door opened. She mentally slapped herself for not locking.

"Darling is everythi...Hiruma-kun nice to see you." Madori said in her usual tone. If she was angry or surprise she didn't let it show.

"I would fucking say the same, if you're fucking daughter wasn't stuffing her flush toys at my face!" it was his sarcasm talking.

"Now Mamori."

"Mom I can explain. He just barged in inside my bedroom. He wasn't supposed to be her I promise. He was leaving." she was desperately asking for Hiruma to back her up but alas it was futile.

"Would you like to stay the night Hiruma-san?" Madori-san inquired in a motherly way.

"What the fuck do you think?"

"Very well I'll be getting you more pillows then. Mamori tends to take the entire pillow when she sleeps." Madori joked as she closed the door behind her.

"Mom!"

"Kekekeke"

"Unbelievable! First you hung up on me now you're imposing in my own bedroom. You really are a jerk!" Mamori complained as she keep on hitting Hiruma with a pillow.

"Oi, fucking stop that!" she continued hitting him anyway. She was so determined to hurt Hiruma that she didn't even, notice her mom coming back and placing a bunch of pillows, on her study table.

She was out of breath when she stopped, which Hiruma took as a cue to stand up and walk towards the additional pillows. She eyed him cautiously as he threw a pillow at her face. The same way he throws a football.

"TOUCHDOWN" he shouted with gun fires. In an instant her room smelled of gun powder just like him. She was not worried about the roof on her bedroom, after all she has this unexplained ability to turn things to bulletproof. What she was worried about was their neighbor waking up, and calling for the police. Now that would make headlines.

"You're sleeping on the floor!" she demanded.

"Hell no! I didn't fucking walk here just to sleep on the floor. I'd rather fucking sleep in another hotel"

"Then sleep at a hotel!" her blood was starting to boil. Even at night whem they are alone they were still fighting.

"Fuck no! This here is free lodging and breakfast. I'll be damned if I fucking pass this up."

"There's no way you're sleeping beside me. Who knows what you might do to me" She placed a hand on her chest, protecting herself from her demonic boyfriend. Sure they were dating but there was no way she would be sleeping with him anytime soon even if she did in fact love him.

"Whatever I do to you, I know you'll fucking like it" he was teasing.

"Pervert!" she threw a new round of pillows towards him. He caught some of it while some hit him hard on the face. With the pillows in hand, he slowly made his way near her. He plopped on the other side of the bed and made a pillow barricade with it in between them.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep" was his only response.

Hiruma might not be the most gentle and caring person she ever met, but he knew how to respect her. And that made him in his own way a gentleman.


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