Theme 24: Good Night

Hiruma x Mamori

"Practice ran so late today," Mamori sighed, picking up left-over equipment on the schoolyard. Piling it into the team's boxes, she sighed as she saw Monta and Sena walk off towards home. Mamori had assured Sena that she'd follow him as soon as she had taken care of the equipment, and, after reassuring Monta at least forty times that she wouldn't need any help, the two had gone off. "There," she smiled, putting in the last football. "All of the equipment. Now to just put it in the clubhouse."

The sun had already set, and it was completely dark. As Mamori walked back to the clubhouse, she put on a sweater to keep from getting cold. "I think everyone else has gone home," she observed, looking around. Yukimitsu had left a few hours before, and Kurita had walked home with Komusubi. The three Hah brothers, Kuroki, Jumonji, and Togano, had left as soon as able, as usual. Sena and Monta had just gone home. Was she missing anyone?

"Hmm? Damn manager? You're still here?"

Of course. "Hiruma," Mamori frowned at the team captain as he sat in the clubhouse, typing fervently at his laptop. His head lifted up just slightly as she stepped through the door. "You left lots of equipment on the schoolyard."

"I told the damn pipsqueak to pick it up."

"You shouldn't put all that responsibility on Sena!" Mamori snapped, putting the box of equipment away in a back-shelf. "Do it yourself!"

"I'm busy, don't bother me," Hiruma snapped, returning to his computer. "Just go home, all right?"

"It's late," Mamori said, glancing at the clock which read "8:15". "Aren't you going home too?"

"I'm busy," Hiruma muttered. "Go home and get some damn sleep if you want. Save your worry for the damn pipsqueak. He needs it, believe me."

Mamori paused as Hiruma continued to type on his keyboard. However, she didn't move. Instead, she turned her head multiple times until she finally found what she was looking for: her broom. "I'm going to do some cleaning up outside," she told him.

"Whatever."

Mamori grabbed the broom and headed outside, shutting the door curtly behind her.

About thirty minutes later, Mamori came back into the clubhouse to see Hiruma still hard at work and it was almost nine. "Finished, damn manager?" Hiruma asked and Mamori nodded. "Good. Go home now."

"Actually, I'm going to organize some of Kurita's magazines," Mamori said, walking briskly over to the small bookcase. "He was looking through a lot of them today, and they may have gotten out of order."

"That damn fatty can organize his own magazines," Hiruma snapped, turning his head away from Mamori. "Just go the hell home, already!"

"It's like you don't want me here," Mamori said sharply, turning to make eye contact with Hiruma. "I'm just organizing magazines. It's not like I'm annoying you."

"That's not why I don't want you h--" Hiruma began, then cut himself off, as if embarrassed at what he was about to say. "Fine! Do whatever the fuck you want! Like I care!" With that, he returned to his computer, and Mamori began to organize the magazines without saying another word.

"Finished!" Mamori smiled, wiping her brow as she stood up. "I was right! They were out of order. Now Kurita will be able to find them easier."

"Good, now go-the-fuck-home!" Hiruma gritted his teeth as he glanced at the clock. "It's already 9:45!"

"I've already called my mom to tell her I'm staying late," Mamori said shortly. "And anyway, I was thinking of writing up my snack schedule for next month."

"A fucking snack schedule!" Hiruma asked, raising his eyebrow. "That damn fatty and the damn monkey will eat anything, why do you even need a schedule?"

"It'll help me be more organized in the future," Mamori said, pulling up a chair and grabbing a pad of paper. "I don't want to have to think about what I'm making. If I have a schedule, it'll be easier on me."

"You're crazy!" Hiruma snapped at Mamori. "If I didn't know damn better, I'd say you want to stay!"

There was a pause, and Mamori looked quickly down at her paper. Hiruma's eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly. It was obvious he had touched some sort of nerve. "I've got things to do," Mamori said finally, but her voice was low and cold. "I'll go soon. I promise. I won't bother you anymore."

"You're not fucking bothering me!" Hiruma snapped, slamming his fist on the table. "How many damn times do I have to tell you that! I'm just worrie—" he stopped and gritted is teeth. "I'm just worried that you'll forget everything tomorrow because you'll be so tired! Then we'll have to hold off practice, damn it!"

"I won't," Mamori snapped, beginning to write. "So you have nothing to worry about, don't you?"

Hiruma frowned and returned to his computer. "I'm giving you thirty minutes. Then I'm kicking your damn ass out, got that?"

"Don't talk to me that way," Mamori said, ignoring Hiruma's comment and continuing to write. Hiruma grimaced and then returned to his computer.

Hiruma looked at the clock and gave a "tch". "Okay, damn manager. It's 10:20. I gave you an extra five minutes to finish your damn snack schedule. Now get your ass out."

There was silence, and Hiruma gave a low growl, thinking Mamori was ignoring him again. "Damn manager! Listen to me, damn it!"

He shoved his computer screen down and stood up to see Mamori snoozing dreamily on her paper which was only half filled out. Hiruma's eyes were wide as he looked at the sleeping girl in front of him. "Tch. I told you to go home…" he muttered. He walked over to Mamori and frowned, sitting down in the chair next to her. "You stayed here waiting for me, didn't you?" He shook his head. "Damn manager…I don't need a stupid babysitter." Hiruma fiddled with one of Mamori's bangs, somehow not managing to wake her up.

Hiruma lifted up her hair and lowered his lips towards her ear. He wetted them slightly, moving in closer…

"WAKE UP DAMN MANAGER!"

"AAAAACCK!" Mamori screamed as Hiruma shrieked into her ear. "H-H-Hi-Hiruma!" she stuttered. "Wh-what time is it?"

"Past ten fifteen. You fell dead asleep," he grinned. "Didn't look too ladylike, I'll tell you that much."

Mamori was blushing furiously and gathering her things. "U-Uh-Uh…sorry!" she said.

"What the hell are you apologizing for?" Hiruma asked, raising an eyebrow. "C'mon, let's go. I'm damn tired."

"Huh?" Mamori looked up as Hiruma grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"I said I'll walk you home, damn manager," Hiruma snapped. "Did I blow your eardrums with that scream, or are you just stupid?"

Mamori opened her mouth to reply, but closed it, smiling at Hiruma. "All right," she nodded, standing up with Hiruma. "Let's go."

"About damn time too," Hiruma frowned. "Don't ever do that again, if you don't want me to blow the other fucking eardrum too."

"Well…you could have been nicer about it," Mamori reasoned, blushing pink. "Like…you could have just said 'good night'."

Hiruma blinked, then grinned. "Maybe next time, damn manager."

"Yeah," Mamori smiled, linking Hiruma's arm in hers and walking quicker out of the clubhouse, "maybe next time."

End.