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A/N: Took me awhile but here it is. A request from a guest. Hope you like it. It warms my heart that you're teasing Hiruma of his denial. Hahaha. Thanks for all the great reviews.

It took her exactly 1679 days to realize that she was already addicted. From the most obvious things to the finest details concerning her new addiction, she had memorized with precision and clarity. It was just too overwhelming for her at times. All those consumed brain power could have been used efficiently with other stuff. For instance, it could have been dedicated to her lessons or math formulas, analyzing games, practicing social trends. Yet her brain decided to dedicate its capacity on a person who honestly couldn't careless. Her new addiction, Hiruma Youichi.

It could have been a humorless joke from the pits of hell or a really ironic compensation from the highest of heaven. Whatever it was, she couldn't fully grasp as to why. If it was a logical addiction she could have easily shut it down. Yet she know it was an addiction far far worse. And an addiction like this was something she would not let go.

"I want you to marry me Hiruma Youichi" Mamori stated out of nowhere. Seriously out of nowhere since he wasn't even her boyfriend. And she just arrived at Saikyoudai campus and into his department to hand him the necessary papers for Amefuto.

"What the f*ck?" He asked in dumb confusion not even bothering on receiving the important papers. Meddlers can't help but stare at the two as an early loud curse sprang out of the demon.

"You heard me. I want you to marry me." She wiggle the paper to let the said material gather even a slight attention. It was after all heavy.

"Why in the f*cking world would I do that?" he finally took the papers. The meddlers still staring and gossipping around them.

"Honestly, why wouldn't you? I'm the only woman you can tolerate and I'm the only one who can tolerate you."

"Fucking caused yourself a brain damage with all your creampuffs didn't you?" He replied smugly to spite her. He couldn't understand where the idea came from. It was so fucking ambigious.

"Aside from the marital benefits, you'll have a lifetime slave/ manager."

"Both arguments can be paid easily damn manager. Give me more beneficial reasons and I might think about it." He was about to walk away and the crowd was eager to disperse when she stopped him by his wrist.

"Seriously Hiruma, my market value is far more superior to any whore you can get." She took a step into his space, tiptoed and whispered into his ear.

"You'll never get a second offer from me." She left him awestruck with a wide smirk across her face.

It took him exactly 247 days, 13 hrs, 57 minutes, 02 seconds and counting to take her up on her offer of marriage. Quite honestly, he was doubting his response to such transaction. She was spiting him, no doubt about that. If it was another person, he wouldn't even careless about tradition and all that bullshit. But it was her only condition to an offer she gave, so he had no choice.

He was sitting at the Anezaki household's couch for the 1516 times since they've become acquainted. But this one time is different. This time, they weren't sprawled out like some nerd among piles and piles of papers and what not. This time, he was face to face, eye to eye with her parents. Not like he was intimidated or anything, he does the intimidation. It was sort of one of those situation he did not anticipate himself to be in.

"Why?"

"Why fucking not?" Of course there was no Mamori to kick his shin into pieces of sharp bones and calcium dust. It was a wise decision on his part to avoid such presence.

"Why would any respectable sane parents give their only child to a man such as you?"

He let out a low snicker of annoyance. He should have expected this much biting from them. He chewed more harshly at the gum in his mouth, formulating answers to the spoken question.

"Because she choosed me. And besides she can pretty much beat the sh*t out of me if I f*cking go out of line." Mamori's father looked like he was about to say more but his wife put a hand on his which made the man closed his mouth.

"We'll give you our blessing in one condition Hiruma-san."

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Mamori was handing Hiruma yet another strategy early in the morning. She was per usual carrying a ton of other things besides the said item while Hiruma had nothing but the various hidden weapon in his person.

She handed him the papers quite hastily as she was running a little bit late from her first class. His department was just too far from hers. She just couldn't understand why he was so against meeting in between. He was irritating that way.

He received the papers and grinned. They soon parted ways without even talking. Hiruma's hands were on his pocket when he felt something foreign. His smile widened.

"F*cking manajerk!" he shouted and turned around. She turned around too. All of a sudden, something was being thrown like a football towards a very inexperience receiver. As she caught the thing, her other things fell.

"A ring?" she questioned meekly.

"Kekeke better hurry up sh*tty fiancee else you're going to be late. Kekeke" He laughed maniacally as he walked deeper into his department.

"Fiancee huh? I kind of like that." She smiled.