Night of the Deimon reunion.
Mamori walked out of the private room as normally as she could, but as soon as the door closed behind her, she leaned heavily against it. Her body was swaying and her mind felt cloudy.
"I'm drunk," she mumbled to herself. A small giggle left her lips. She began moving toward the bathroom. She didn't need to go but the mix of her drunken mind and the loud voices of her former teammates was beginning to make her head spin. She walked down the hall, dragging her body against the wall for support. She made it a few steps before stopping. She crouched down, leaning her head against the wall and letting the cool wood touch her cheek.
She wasn't sure how long she was there until she heard a loud tongue click from above her. Mamori looked up and found Hiruma frowning down at her.
Great. The exact person she did not want to see.
Mamori sighed, lowering her head once again. "What?" She spat.
"You about to puke?"
She rubbed her temples. "I don't think so," she replied. "I'm fine. You can go back to the party."
"And just leave you alone on the floor out here?" There was an amused tilt to his voice that sent a bubble of annoyance into Mamori's stomach.
"That's what you're good at," Mamori grumbled, the words tumbling out crudely. "Leaving."
There was silence. Mamori heard movement. She figured Hiruma was moving to leave her. He hated annoying things. And what was more annoying than a drunk, grumbling girl crouched in a corner wallowing in self-pity?
A hand wrapped around Mamori's upper arm gently. Before she knew it, she was up on her feet. She blinked, still not understanding how she moved. Looking up, she was met with Hiruma's frowning face. He was bent slightly, so their faces were closer than usual. His eyes had more speckles of color than she previously thought. She supposed she never had a chance to look so closely.
Hiruma's lips upturned into a smirk. "Getting a good look?"
"Yes."
Hiruma's expression changed slightly. If someone else had seen it, they probably wouldn't have noticed. But Mamori did. Her hand found its way to his face and she cupped his right cheek gently. She could feel his jaw slacken under her hand. His expression was neutral, as always, but the slow rise of his brows gave away his surprise. Mamori pushed back her feelings of satisfaction.
"Why are you here?"
Hiruma shifted his body, and the hand he had wrapped around Mamori's arm moved down to rest on her waist. His grip was gentle but secure. Mamori hated how much she liked it.
"I was invited," Hiruma responded with a cackle.
Mamori's other hand worked its way behind Hiruma's neck, their bodies pushing closer. Her fingers brushed the hair on the nape of his neck. Hiruma's smirk faltered for a moment. His hand on her waist gave her a gentle squeeze.
"I mean here—with me." Mamori added the last part quietly. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure the damn manager doesn't vomit all over the place. I hear this place charges extra for cleaning fees." Hiruma's tone was light and joking, but his eyes flickered down to her lips—just for a moment. Mamori hoped her swaying, drunk movements hid the shudder that ran through her body.
"I'm not a manager." Mamori mumbled, her own eyes drifting down to his lips, though probably not as subtle as Hiruma had done. "You don't have to waste your time on me anymore."
"It's not-" Hiruma stopped. Mamori locked eyes with him once more, eyes wide with surprise. Hiruma clicked his tongue. He looked off to the side. Mamori couldn't fight a small smile. Was this what he looked like when he was embarrassed?
"It's never been-"
Mamori kissed him. She wasn't sure what he was going to say, and in this moment, she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to think about what they had or what they could have been. She wanted to kiss him.
It was messy, and she hoped he knew it was because she was drunk. Hiruma's body was pressing against hers, both of his hands now squeezing her hips. One slid to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. Mamori realized a little late that Hiruma was, in fact, kissing her back. Her knees were wobbling, and their kiss was becoming frenzied.
Mamori's body was pulsing, all feelings mixing together. Then, all at once, it was too much.
What the hell was she doing?
Mamori pulled back out of their kiss. "I have to go to the bathroom," she mumbled, hoping her drunken state would cover up her lame excuse. She nearly stumbled as she scrambled to the bathroom. As soon as she closed the door, she slid down to the floor, cursing her own stupidity.
She needed another drink.
Present
Mamori stared slack-jawed and wide-eyed as Hiruma recounted the night of the Deimon reunion. He had thrown in a few cackles and crude remarks while he told her of what happened—what she did.
Her entire face, as well as her ears and neck, felt hot. She was probably as red as a tomato. "I—that—I didn't—It-" She was babbling, not really sure what she wanted to say. She wanted to travel back in time and shake some sense into her former self.
Were her feelings really so desperate?
She buried her hot face into her cool hands. "I'm so sorry," she sighed heavily.
Hiruma threw his head back with laughter.
"It won't happen again," Mamori wailed miserably.
Hiruma shifted beside her. Her shock and embarrassment made her forget about Hiruma's arm still wrapped around her. He pulled her slightly closer, and Mamori looked up at him in surprise.
"It won't?" Hiruma asked. His eyes were bearing down onto her, his expression hidden and neutral.
Mamori shifted in her seat. What was he… Was he messing with her? She swallowed harshly. "Never again," she confirmed.
Hiruma hummed. His arm pulling her closer again. Their legs were now pressed together. Mamori bit her lip lightly, and she saw Hiruma's eyes flicker down to watch the movement.
"I-"
Hiruma kissed her. His lips first lightly brushing against her own, then pressed a little harder—more urgently. Mamori practically melted into his chest, her hands gripping at the front of his jacket. She could feel him smirk against her mouth, but Mamori didn't care anymore.
She didn't care.
How long had she been in love with this unbearable, ridiculous man?
Even if this was just one of his fleeting fancies, she just didn't care anymore.
Their kiss turned frantic, all tongue and light nibbles. Mamori nearly moaned when she remembered that they were in a park—a public park. She pulled back, her lips still tingling. Mamori looked down, embarrassed. Hiruma cupped one of her cheeks to lead her gaze back up to him. He was grinning, but it looked softer—happy.
"Maybe just this once?" He teased.
"Just once?" Mamori asked, a sly smile making its way onto her face.
Hiruma cackled and went in for another kiss, but Mamori moved her face back. "We're in public," she hissed, eyes darting around to see if any passerbys had seen their feverish kiss.
"Then we'll head to my place," Hiruma said, managing to plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He rose from the bench, pulling Mamori along lightly. "And we can make this a regular thing."
Extra
Musashi spotted Hiruma typing something on his phone when he returned from the bathroom. He sat down at the barstool next to his best friend and didn't bother containing his grin. Hiruma put his phone down before Musashi could see, but he had a good guess.
"Was that Mamori?"
Hiruma took a bite of his food. "How fucking long are you going to call her 'Mamori'?" He said with a scowl.
Musashi laughed. "Right, right. She's a taken woman now." Musashi raised his hands in mock defeat and turned back to his own food. "But we are friends, and she said she was okay with it."
Hiruma's scowl deepened, and Musashi bumped his shoulder with his own good-naturedly. "It's been a few months. Everything's going well with her?"
"Always has been," Hiruma said nonchalantly, taking a steady sip of his beer to finish it.
Musashi let out a low whistle. "Don't tell me this is what you were planning on doing since you got back?"
Hiruma put his now empty beer glass down. "Since before," he mumbled, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He nearly choked as Musashi's strong hand came down onto his back.
"You bastard," Musashi said with a laugh. "She almost got married."
"She never would have gone through with it."
"Oh? Would you have stopped the wedding?"
Hiruma didn't say anything, and Musashi chuckled lightly. The two fell back into comfortable silence. As Musashi finished his own beer, he waved at the worker behind the bar for another. He turned to Hiruma. "You want a refill? It's on me."
Hiruma shook his head with a grin. He nodded to his phone. "She told me not to drink too much."
The end! Thanks so much for reading! This started as a one-shot...
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