Hello there! I would like to thank Sakurenjidreamer for suggesting this prompt, I actually missed writing with Yuri and Ichi so this came up. I actually had this dream of ES21 remake for year 2021, I think I just love this manga so bad I start to imagine things. XD

Alice1420 - Thank you for always leaving a review, I actually translate your reviews so I can understand it. It always inspire me to write knowing that someone enjoys my stories.

Guest - I actually got the idea of the souls leaving their bodies from Monta, he got quite moments of that in the manga. Thank you for reading!

Sakurenjidreamer - hahaha! pinoy ka din! iba talaga tama ng kilig lalo na pag bitin sa series xD

Lady Yori - As much as I hate Apollo too, I hate Morgan even more. Hahahaha! I think it depends on the personality and not in the race. And I do agree that every life matters, very well said!

Guest - You can give me a prompt for a story! hahaha. I just love these two so much I can't stop imagining things about them. xD

"Papa aah."

Mamori watched as Yuri fed her devil of a husband an eggroll, she was perched on Youichi's lap while he was reading a newspaper. Yuri giggled cutely when Youichi took a bite without tearing away his eyes on the newspaper. She can't remember when Yuri had started to call him Papa, she started with Dada when she was younger. Maybe she thought it was cute, and for some reason Youichi is completely fine with it. Actually he enjoys people's reaction from gawking to terrified when his little Yuri calls him Papa.

Her little girl had grown so much, she is 5 years old now and is a certified Papa's girl. For her, Papa is always the coolest man alive. He got guns, threats and blackmails. Though none of those are good things, Yuri knew since birth that Papa only uses those for the sake of winning. He will never use those to hurt others, that is why she admires him so much.

"Looks like the next season will be postponed Dad." Ichi commented as he munched on an apple. At the age of 8 he was already scouted by Amefuto Clubs in middle school. Talk about the son of the infamous Hiruma Youichi, he is his official reserved quarterback strictly off field. He strategizes trickplays throughout the course of the games (official tournaments) for his Dad. Ichi even have his own fanbase at a young age.

"Of course, the city is on lockdown due to the fucking virus. There is an 85% chance it will last for 2 months."

"School was cancelled too, I'm kind of bored." Ichi said with a lazy look on his face. Mamori chuckled behind her coffee, he really looks like a mini Youichi minus the blond hair.

"Yuri is bored too!" her youngest chimed in with a cute pout on her face.

Mamori noticed her husband looked at his little girl with his calculating gaze. It is the same face he makes when he is strategizing on the field.

"Kekeke! Wanna go swimming fucking brats?"

"REALLY?!" the said brats exclaimed in unison.

"Mou Youichi, we are on lockdown. You can't take them out to the beach, it's dangerous!" Mamori suddenly interjected.

"Who said about going out Fucking Wife?" he grinned evilly/lovingly at Mamori. It took her until college to recognize that special grin of his that's only for her.

Youichi stood up and carried Yuri to Mamori and placed her in her Mom's lap, he stalked to the cleaning supplies room, "But we have to fucking clean it first. Come Ichi."

Ichi immediately jumped from his seat and followed his father excitedly, asking about the place with her husband cackling evilly as he ruffled Ichi's hair.

Mamori smiled to herself when Yuri giggled on her lap. Yuri looked up to her and said animatedly, her eyes shining, "Ne, Mom. Yuri is really really happy today!"

"And why is my baby happy hmm?"

"Because Mom and Papa are at home!" Yuri grinned widely. Mamori looked at her daughter guiltily, they had been busy for the past few months. With Youichi being in the Pro Leaugue and running their company, and Mamori teaching in the Pre-school.

Yuri noticed her Mom looked sad, "Mom no, don't be sad!" she cupped Mamori's cheeks with her small hands. "Yuri is really happy that Mom and Papa finds time to have dinner with us every night even when you guys are really really busy!"

Truth to be told Youichi made it their responsibility to have dinner (everyday) with their brats, to ask how their day went and update them with the latest events of their lives. Youichi never breaks that promise and even makes the effort to have dinner on videocall when they are on the different time zones. He likes winning, and he told her once that will never fail being a father to the brats, in a Hiruma Youichi method of course.

Yuri giggled once again, "Papa said lockdown will take about 2 months, so Yuri will enjoy with Papa and Mom and Nii during that time!" she smiled, eyes sparkling. Mamori patted her head lovingly, her baby is just too precious.

xxXxx

"And why I have no idea we have an underground floor in our house Youichi?" Mamori asked slowly at her sneering husband, a vein popping on her forehead.

"Kekekeke! You said a medium sized house Fucking Wife. I never promised to comply."

"Is there anything else in this house that I don't know about?" Mamori puffed her cheeks.

They are on a floor below their house, there is a pool, kiddie pool and the other side was a gym with complete equipment. Now that Mamori thinks about it when Youichi says he will hit the gym he always comes back early.

"Another floor below this, my damn weapon silo-ouch! what the hell?!"

"You better not let the kids go there!" Mamori said after she had yanked his ear. .

"Tch. Of course! They won't until they reach the legal age-"

"Youichi!"

"Yaaaay! A pool!" Yuri screamed as she ran around the kiddie pool, already dressed in her swimwear. She looked cute in that devilbat one piece, Mamori suspects her husband had that custom made.

"Careful Yuri," Ichi said as he grabbed his little sister's hand and helped her go down the kiddie pool. He turned to his Dad who is currently massaging his ear courtesy of his dear wife. "Dad can you teach us how to swim?"

Yuri nodded incredulously Mamori thought her head would fly away. "Kekekeke! Interesting!" She turned and saw him already removing his shirt and Mamori looked away immediately to fight the blush threatening to come up her cheeks. After all these years, he still have that effect on her.

Youichi was already submerged on the kiddie pool reciting the basics of swimming when Mamori found herself smiling at the sight. She called out to them, "I'll go bake some cookies."

xxXxx

Mamori was placing the cookies on the oven when Youichi showed up in the kitchen sometime later.

"Coffee." he let his presence known.

"Yuri and Ichi?"

"Fucking son is a fast learner. He said he wanted to teach Yuri himself." Mamori was about berate him for leaving the kids alone. "And before you get on my case I strictly told them to stay in the kiddie pool." He said as he waved a smartphone with a live preview of the two kids in the kiddie pool.

She just puffed her cheeks. He sat on the counter as Mamori went to prepare his coffee. When she settled the hot beverage in front of him, she sat beside him and got a hold of his right arm and pressed it gently, "Is your old injury hurting?"

It never failed to amaze Youichi how she can read him like an open book. His right arm was being a bitch for these past week and straining it when they cleaned the pool just helped its bitching. He had never shown any kinds of hurting in front of the brats but she knew anyway. "A little."

"If the pain becomes unbearable let's have it checked, ne?" Of course she'll say that, she knows he does not like her worrying, and maybe she would have already dragged him to the hospital if it wasn't for the pandemic.

He rolled his eyes, she smiled. They were in that comfortable silence watching their brats on the smartphone when Youichi spoke. "5 more years..."

"Eh?"

"5 more years, when Fucking Son reach middle school. I am going to start repaying you."

"Eh? What are you sayi-" realization hit her of what is her husband talking about. "-oh."

[Flashback - 3rd Year, Deimon]

It was two weeks before graduation ceremony, Hiruma had asked her to meet him in the clubhouse Sunday morning. She thought he wanted to strategize some plays. Even after reaching 3rd year, even though they were not allowed to join the club activities, the two of them just never stopped strategizing plays, I guess you can call it 'their' hobby.

What came out of his mouth in the middle of nowhere got her gawking dumbly at him, "W-what?!"

"I said, I wanna marry you Fucking Manager."

"WHAT?!" she rose on her seat shocked, knocking her chair in the process.

"Tch. Listen. If you can endure me, unlike other men, I can't be with you everyday. I have a bad reputation, and I may do nothing for you. Winning will always be my first priority. Can you handle it Fucking Manager?" Hiruma said as he walked slowly towards her.

Mamori stared at him dumbly trying to process his words. "H-how can I handle it?"

"During the time we first met, there is a flat 0% chance of you and me. But when you joined the Devilbats, it isn't zero anymore, I actually lost count." when he finally reached her he tilted her chin so he can look at her in the eyes.

"So I'm holding onto that chance," she could see the sincerity in his eyes. "If you bear it for me, I promise to repay when we got older. No more winning, no more amefuto, just you."

"Do you know how selfish the things you are saying right now Hiruma-kun?"

Hiruma felt defeated, maybe his calculations was wrong, after all, maybe it was still at 0%. Mamori saw the hurt pass through his eyes which he hid by feigning annoyance. He let go of her face and gathered his things to shove it on his bag. "Tch. You're annoying Fucking Manager."

"Then be prepared, I'm gonna annoy you for the rest of our lives, Youichi-kun."

Hiruma turned around to see Mamori biting back the smile threatening from her lips. "You just made a promise, shouldn't you seal it with a kiss?"

He complied. The next day they told their friends that they will be going to Saikyoudai.

[End of Flashback]

"There's really no need for that, I'm contented with this." she smiled as she lowered her hold from his arm to his hand.

"A promise is a promise Fucking Wife. Kekeke!" he cackled as he slyly intertwined their fingers.

Mamori looked up to him looking thoughtful, "So 5 years, seal it with a kiss?"

He grinned evilly, whispered a small happy "YA-HA!" and kissed her.

xxXxx

OMAKE:

"Kyaaa! Papa and Mom are kissing!"

Youichi and Mamori almost jumped away from each other at Yuri's sudden squeal. Apparently the brats have decided to check the kitchen because their promised cookies are taking too long.

"Don't look Yuri, you're too young for that." Ichi said as he tried to cover his little sister's eyes, Yuri trying to get away from him. She ran in between her parents and enveloped them into hug.

"Ne, ne! Yuri want a baby brother! Yuri will teach him how to swim!" her grin so big her eyes almost disappeared.

"Kekekeke! If you don't crash our bedroom every night brat I can promise you that." Mamori looked so scandalized.

"Really? Really? I will sleep with Nii tonight then!" she squealed happily and dragged a sighing Ichi to transport her pillows from her parent's room to his.

"Well, well, Fucking Wife. Tonight's gonna be-"

"You're sleeping on the couch."

...Groan

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