Theme 18: Say "ahhh"

Mamori x Hiruma

"Say 'ahhh' Sena!" Mamori cooed to her young friend, holding out some rolled omelet in chopsticks for Sena to eat. Sena blushed a bit, a little embarrassed that Mamori was feeding him as though he was four, but he ate it anyway. Monta, meanwhile, was walking over to Mamori.

"Can I have some too Mamori?" he asked, his cheeks turning slightly pink. Mamori smiled.

"Here," she said, holding out omelet on chopsticks. "Say 'ahhh'!"

Monta gasped from happiness and immediately chomped down on the food. "Don't worry Mamori!" Monta said, striking his usual pose. "Today at practice, I'm going to put out super effort to the max! Maximum effort in honor of your amazing food!"

"Good for you," Mamori laughed. It was afternoon practice, and today, Mamori had made rolled omelets for the team, packing an entire box for Komusubi and Kurita, of course. Monta had already devoured his entire box, thanking Mamori and praising her excellent cooking. Mamori had also been kind enough to pack a small box for Cerberus, the team's deviant dog.

"Hey you damn slackers! Get out here!" Hiruma shouted to his team, motioning them back onto the field with his usual firing of bullets into the air. This got the team out onto the field pretty quickly and today was no exception. Even Sena sprinted out next to Hiruma, ready to practice.

"Hiruma!" Mamori called to the demon quarterback.

"What do you want, damn manager?" Hiruma snapped. "I'm practicing with my team here."

"You didn't eat your snack," she told him.

"I wasn't hungry!" he barked. "How about you just feed it to the damn pipsqueak? You two were having a pretty cute little picnic over there."

Mamori flushed and frowned. She narrowed her eyes and gave a rare smirk. "What's wrong? Jealous?"

The team's eyes widened at Mamori's crossing of Hiruma. Hiruma threw his head back and laughed. "You serious! Me? Jealous, over you? Like I want you to feed me like a damn infant!"

"Some people find it romantic," Mamori retorted and Hiruma snorted.

"Well I don't. Now shut up and let us fucking practice."

Mamori shrugged, placing the box back into her bag as Hiruma and the rest of the Devil Bats began their practice.

"Hey damn manager!"

Mamori looked behind her shoulder as she walked home that afternoon. Practice had ended early, and Sena had already gone home with Monta, leaving Mamori behind to finish up a bit of manager work. She knew all too well who had called out to her, and turned around to see Hiruma walking towards her, his sport's bag over his shoulder.

"What is it Hiruma?" she asked.

"Got any of that omelet left?" he asked, opening her bag, making her frown and pull back.

"Hey! I thought you weren't hungry," she retorted.

"It's been two fucking hours, I'm hungry now," he snapped, grabbing the box from her bag and opening it. "I knew it! You ate half of it, you big pig!"

"Well you didn't want it!" Mamori blushed furiously. "Don't call me a pig! You're so rude sometimes!"

"You even bit one and left it fucking half eaten…" Hiruma muttered, picking up the bitten one with the chopsticks. "How disgusting. What kind of lady are you, damn manager?"

"Look, just for--" Mamori began, then stopped as the noticed Hiruma place the omelet on his lips and swallow it after a bit. Her voice trailed off, and she wasn't sure why. She found her courage and spoke again. "S-sorry."

"For what?" Hiruma asked, raising an eyebrow and popping more food into his mouth.

"For-for eating your food," she said softly, looking at the ground.

Hiruma frowned and looked at Mamori with a slightly confused expression. He then shoved the box and chopsticks into her hand and she looked slightly lost. "You can make it up to me," he said and pointed to his mouth. "Feed me like the damn pipsqueak."

Mamori furrowed her brow, confused, and then smiled and nodded. She picked up an omelet piece with the chopsticks and held it out. "Say 'ahhh'."

"Not on your damn life," remarked Hiruma, chomping down on the omelet. Mamori giggled at his reaction and didn't say another word.

End.