Title: Late
Notes: Got followers in this story so I got inspired. Hahahaha. So let's say Hiruma and Mamori are SECRETLY together in this fic. You know, in consideration for a certain monkey, we don't want our ace receiver slacking off because of a broken heart do we? Sorry if Hiruma is OOC. :D
It's a normal day in the Deimon Devilbats Clubhouse where the team, clad in their football gear and uniform, are just doing 'the usual' while waiting for their Devilish Captain to bark orders to them. And when you say 'the usual' it's like:
Butaberos and Cerberus sleeping soundly at their respective kennel.
Kurita and Komusubi devouring a mountain of chips while seated in the couch.
Musashi seated beside Kurita who is as always, picking his ear.
Huh-huh brothers gathered at the side bickering about something non-sense.
Ishimaru standing unnoticed beside Musashi.
Perverted Basketball Boys playing at the slot machines fuming every time they lose.
Omosadake complaining that he is just human.
Yukimitsu reviewing his play cards.
Sena and Monta chatting about anything under the sun.
Taki spinning idiotically while chanting 'Come on, come on. Aha-ha-ha' repeatedly.
Suzuna occasionally skating at Taki's back unable to contain his idiocy.
And of course, Hiruma seated on his usual spot, in front of his laptop. Feet propped up in the roulette table and an earphone on his left ear.
But something is missing. Oh yes, the sound of sweeping or any cleaning utensils. Mamori hasn't arrived yet.
"Where's Mamori-san?" asked Monta dramatically turning his head left and right. "I heard she had a meeting in the Disciplinary Committee." Sena provided and as if on cue, the door burst open producing a Mamori gasping for air as if she had just ran the Death March in five minutes.
"I'm sor-" she trailed off as she instinctively grabbed a metallic pencil case from her bag to shield herself from a rubber bullet came from the Devilish Captain who now had traces of annoyance in his features.
"You're late Fucking Manager!" he roared as his eyes darted dangerously to her. The inhabitants of the said room just cowered in fear as another heated battle enveloped their manager and quarterback. Hieeee's and Mukyaaa's can be heard in the background.
"I said I was sorry! I never thought the meeting in the Disciplinary Committee would take that long!" she huffed as she made her way inside the clubhouse. "Keh! Punishment game! Sort these statistics within 30 minutes!" and out of thin air, the quarterback whipped papers around 1000 pages.
Before she could give any retort he fired his AK-47 in the ceiling yelling. "Damn Brats get your asses on the field! The last to get there will be Cerberus' dinner tonight!" and to add the horror, the Evil Dog growled outside hearing his name. His teammates wasted no time to run for their lives as they stumbled and literally knocked each other just to get out of the clubhouse leaving the quarterback and the manager.
"Hiruma-kun really? Can't you decrease the gunfire?" Mamori pouted as she made her way to the roulette table to work on the quarterback's demands. Seeing that pout made Hiruma cool his head a little bit. Because to say that he was pissed would be an understatement. He was royally pissed.
He had been eavesdropping at the Disciplinary Committee Meeting through his earphones and he knew that the Fucking Disciplinary President blabbered nonsense stuff just to pro-long the meeting to make Mamori stay. Of course he bugged the room, it was part of his 'Protect the Damn Girlfriend' from perverts method. Hiruma Youchi is the epitome of possessiveness. What his is his. Sharing was not in his dictionary. If he could just slap to their faces that she is his. But not now, not when the Kanto Tournament is just around the corner. He made a mental note to send his war tank to the Fucking Disciplinary President later to say Hi and make him pee on his pants. 'I'll take a picture of him so fucking horrified he wetted his pants. A great blackmail material. Kekekeke.'
"Um.. Sorry Hiruma-kun." His ears twitched, his Fucking Girlfriend sounded guilty. 'Keh! It wasn't even her fucking fault.' He just rolled his eyes saying. "Just get that fucking done within thirty minutes. I'll be back to check on you so don't you dare slack off." He grinned evilly to make her know he's not mad at her.
He threw a last glance just to find her biting her lower lip still looking guilty. "And oh, Fucking Manager." Making his way to her sitting figure on the table he merely leaned down so that he is towering over her. "Fucking love you." He hissed as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Straightening himself, he saw her dumbfounded, wide eyed, speechless. Blushing madly, a warm smile found its place accross her lips. "L-love you too." She stammered. He smirked. 'Kekekeke! Fucking Girlfriend's so cute.'
Satisfied. He made his way to the door but he turned to her again, "You better finish that before time runs out. Or I'll give those fucking creampuffs of yours to the fucking fatty. Kekekeke!" he cackled in glee as an irritated pout formed on her lips again. "Mou! Hiruma-kun!" Still cackling, he kicked the door open and shouted. "100 laps on the river Fucking Brats! YA-HA!"
