Hello there! Is anyone still up for this ship? Lol. I really love them. I'm hoping to write more for these two. And I hope to get inspiration to finish my multichapter fics. Haha.:)


Love is… can't help wanting to annoy you.

[3rd year, Deimon High]

The rest of the Devilbats, well except for Musashi of course, watched in horror as their Ex-Captain, Hiruma Youichi stalked in the table where in the creampuffs prepared for the American Football Try-outs lie innocently.

He cackled gleefully as he grabbed one innocent creampuff, gasps were heard all over the clubhouse. The Commander from Hell who they knew hated sugar very, very much suddenly became interested with creampuffs.

He waltz his way out of the clubhouse to the direction of his Fucking Manager who was currently sweeping outside, he was towering her while she had her back at him.

"Fucking Manager!" he called.

The moment Mamori turned to him he instantly held the creampuff on her lips. "Kekekekeke!" he cackled evilly as the cream splattered on his manager's angelic face. At that exact moment he held a digital camera capturing a perfect picture where her eyes were widening comically, cream all over her face.

After showing her the said picture, he immediately ran for his life while cackling his heart out.

"Mou! Hiruma-kun!" Mamori shouted, puffed her cheeks, gripped her broom and ran after her quarterback.

Love is… simply cuddling before the TV.

[1st year, Saikyoudai College]

"40-yard dash is 4.9 seconds and passing accuracy was fucking average." Hiruma commented as he pointed at the starting quarterback of Zokuto University.

"But that data was already three months ago, maybe he has already improved." Mamori commented as she proceeded to get a creampuff on the coffee table.

Hiruma started to reach his gum on his pocket occasionally nudging Mamori's side. He merely glanced at her noting their close proximity. His stare wandered to her face which was happily munching on a creampuff while focused on the TV.

He shrugged. He can probably get used to this.

Love is… waking up next to the one you love.

Mamori woke up at a distinct noise from a TV sounding from a "touchdown" followed by the roar of the crowd. She massaged her temple gently. Falling asleep on the coffee table was not a good idea.

She propped up her elbows a little, noticing that a blanket was carefully draped over her shoulders. She turned her head slightly only to find the sleeping face of Hiruma beside her. Strays of blonde hair was covering his face. She smiled warmly as she gently fiddled with his bangs.

She moved closer and shared the blanket with him. She closed her eyes again. Maybe falling asleep on the coffee table while watching football games wasn't that bad if she could wake up next to him.

Love is… wanting your attention.

[World Cup Arc]

Hiruma narrowed his eyes violently as he watched the god damn Team Japan turned into fucking babies around his Manager. Even the Fucking Dreads had started sweet talking to her, and wait- did that Fucking Caveman just smiled at her?

"Keh." He spat as he removed the safety of his gun. This earned a chuckle from Musashi which was fortunately or unfortunately, standing beside him.

He glared daggers at the kicker. "You couldn't have brought her along, you know exactly this would've happened."

He looked at Musashi like he had just grown two heads. That is exactly the reason why he had brought her along. He doesn't want to leave his Manager in Deimon knowing how many boys would ogle at her there.

Bringing her along with him was to help him with his trickplays and keeping her away from her fanboys. And so he wouldn't miss her, though never in hell he would admit that. He knew better during that time when he spied Team America, seeing her there sweeping in front of the clubhouse as his private jet landed. He had just to toss the camcorder the moment he saw her, saying along the lines like edit the data he had gathered. How she swiftly caught the projectile while smiling at him. Well fuck, only his Manager could do that.

And besides he knew that he could always control these fucking babies of Team Japan.

Musashi almost felt a chill run down his spine when Hiruma suddenly grinned evilly.

He cocked his gun up in the air and started to fire a round of shots.

"Mou Hiruma-kun! That's dangerous!" Mamori screamed as she came running to him.

His grinned almost split his face into two. He sneered at the fucking babies watching his Manager ran up to him. And he knew how to get her attention anytime anyways.

Love is… waking up to the text your loved one sent

[3rd Year, Deimon High]

Mamori was currently sound asleep. She had been away from school for a week to attend the Disciplinary Committee Team Building and how she missed her bed.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Mamori rolled on her bed as she heard the buzzing noise of her phone on the nightstand. She merely glanced at the clock. 5:03 AM. She reached for her phone to answer the phone and her eyes widened comically.

"Hieeeee!"

"Mukyaaa!"

BANG!

"YA-HA!"

The phone call ended, her phone beeped as she have received mail.

Hiruma: Fucking Manager, get your lazy ass over here. Now!

She smiled warmly as she read the underlying message on his foul language.

I miss you too.

Love is… sleeping together on weekends

[1st year, Saikyoudai College]

Hiruma contemplated to himself whether this is okay or not. Fucking Manager was crossing the line he had carefully drew many times to isolate himself.

But after he got to stare at that angelic face as she rolled closer next to him, he shrugged.

"Fuck that." He muttered annoyingly as he slyly snaked his hands on her waist.

"She's fucking worth it anyway." He thought as he planted a small kiss on her head and closed his eyes to go back to sleep.

Love is… your warmth

[Christmas Bowl Arc]

Hiruma smirked as he stared at the familiar back of the man that he used to call as a father. He had proved to him that it's early to give up until the odds of winning goes down to zero.

He popped a gum at his mouth as he started to walk back to the side benches only to catch his Fucking Manager staring at him. She smiled warmly as she made a hand signal to him.

'You did it.'

Hiruma raised a brow at her as he made a hand signal.

'No.'

Mamori's brows were furrowed together as a grin started to make its way in to his handsome face.

'We fucking did it.'

The warmth of Mamori's smile after he signalled that must've been contagious because he also felt something warm fluttering inside his chest.

Love is… hoping that some things never truly changes

[2nd year, Saikyoudai College]

Sena watched on the sidelines as he was taking a break for the half time of their practice games with the Koigahama Cupids. He just came back from America. He watched his former Team Captain and Team Manager.

They were up there at Hiruma's improvised tower in his jeep. He noted that his Mamori-neechan has grown her hair out. While for Hiruma, well he didn't changed that much. The piercings, the guns and the blonde hair.

He noticed that they were bickering once again, Hiruma obviously teasing his Mamori-neechan about something. He smiled knowingly, that's when he felt someone held his hand only to find Suzuna who merely glanced and smiled at him before staring back at the Quarterback and Manager.

Sena stared up at the sky, and hoped that everything between his protector and the man who introduced him to American Football wouldn't change.

Love is… putting in effort for you.

[1s year, Deimon High]

Hiruma watched in amusement as that fiery girl from the Disciplinary Committee confront those delinquents for smoking at the back of the school.

He watched from the rooftop as that Anezaki girl butt heads with those gangster looking students, she didn't even much flinched. He definitely liked the way her eyes burned as she blabbered to them what is right and wrong.

But then again, delinquents being delinquents, Hiruma saw one of them grabbed something in his back pocket. Something that glistened as the sun ray had hit it. He immediately grabbed his AK-47 and aimed with precision hitting the hand of the fucker, causing the knife to fumble.

Chills ran down the delinquents' spine as they all turned and saw the rubber bullet that hit their comrade. They immediately ran for their lives knowing that the resident devil was just lurking from the shadows.

"Eh?" Mamori muttered dumbfounded as she was left alone at the back of the school.

The next day, Mamori was seen in front of the school assuring the delinquents for the nth time now because they had continuously bowed to her with placards that they would never smoke again inside the school premises.

And Musashi really wondered why Hiruma was laughing to the verge of tears as they passed the scene.

"Kekekekeke!"

Love is… saying I love you at random moments

[1st year Saikyoudai]

It was the try for point huddle, if Hiruma would succeed with this they would win the Rice Bowl against Enma.

'Kurita will be going on the center, do a feint and dive on the side.' Mamori signaled from the bench as Hiruma narrowed his eyes on her.

'Yeah yeah' he signaled back that made Mamori pouted.

He flashed her an evil grin and signaled something before turning back for huddle.

Mamori's eyes widened comically and stood there frozen. A touchdown and the chant of the Saikyoudai fans was heard as she felt her brain break.

Did Hiruma Youichi just signed her I love you?

Love is… getting angry because we care

[Taiyou Vs. Hakushu]

"What the fuck were you thinking throwing yourself out there Fucking Manager?!" Hiruma suddenly burst out as the last member of the Devilbats left the clubhouse.

"But Suzuna was-" Mamori was about to retort but the quarterback had firmly grabbed her by the shoulders, his face was inches from her.

Mamori was taken aback seeing the anger in his emerald eyes, her retort died down on her throat and looked at Hiruma with worry.

Hiruma seeing that worried eyes of her he detested so much realized he had just burst out of nowhere.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He hissed as he let go of her, his bangs covering his eyes.

"Hiruma-kun…-" but he already turned his back to her and stalked to the door.

Its not until after he had kicked the door open that he threw a side glance at her.

"Don't fucking ever do that again Mamori."

And he left leaving Mamori frozen.

Love is… doing mundane things together

[Deimon High School Festival]

"Kekekeke!" Hiruma watched evilly as Mamori's fanboys cowered in fear as she held that revolver in her hands while she laughed evilly. The mafia outfit sure made her more intimidating.

His grin even grew wider, he had just told her that he needed her to abide on his will in order to find a way to shutdown kid's he can't believe how that goody two shoes Anezaki immediately grabbed a revolver and used a mafia term such as 'obliterate'.

The sheer determination in her eyes, and how much length she would go through to help the team develop.

Love is… learning new things with you as we grow old

[50 years after Christmas Bowl]

"Umm.. How do I this?.." Mamori said as she fiddled with her Android Phone.

"Damn Fucking Wife slide it there to unlock it." Hiruma stated annoyed, he was been asked like that for like the 10th time. So much for marrying an analog type.

"Oh… oh! Come here Youichi!" Mamori stated happily as she had managed to open the front camera. Hiruma looked at her like she had grown two heads.

"You know I didn't bought you that for that shit."

"Hai hai, say cheeeese!"

Click.

Love is… never letting you cry alone

[Deimon vs. Bando]

"And the Manager, Anezaki Mamori…" Mamori shot up from her seat, crying forgotten as she remembered that she also was a part of devilbats.

She ran out of the field confidently until…"she sends signs from the bench, managing the team and is expert in high speed snack eating."

She blushed furiously. 'That Hiruma Youichi!'

"Kekekeke!"

Love is… the smile when you are texting someone special

[2nd year Saikyoudai]

Mamori fiddled on her blanket, it's 1am and she was still turning around her bed. She was getting anxious because tomorrow will be the Rice Bowl Championship. And it was Hiruma vs. Sena ad other Football players quote it.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand.

Hiruma: Get some fucking sleep, wouldn't want your pretty ass sending me wrong signals from the bench tomorrow.

Mamori pouted.

Bzzt.

Hiruma: We'll fucking kill them.

She smiled. That was just his way to tell her to stop worrying about it. She snuggled her phone close to her chest and closed her finally closed her eyes.

Love is… steering each other in the right direction

[Hiruma]

Mamori yelped as Hiruma slid the other end of the scarf he was wearing to her neck and casually putting his hand on her shoulder and started leading the way, away from Kariya Bakery.

"Mou Youichi!"

"Stop it woman. That would your 14th puff for today. Don't wanna get you fucking diabetes.

[Mamori]

"Ouch Fucking Manager what the hell?!" Hiruma struggled as Mamori was yanking him on the ear away from the gun convention.

"Stop it Youichi," she pointed at his jeep filled with various firearms. "2 new AK 47, a mossberg, 20 pistols and you even got a new flame thrower. And I can see that rocket launcher you sneaked on the top of the tower. Really."

Love is… taking turns to do what each other likes

[Pregnant Mamori]

"Ne I sipped on your black coffee so now eat that creampuff." Mamori said happily as she held the puff on her husband's lips.

"Tch." Hiruma sounded annoyed but bit on the puff obediently.


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