"Hiruma-kun, here're the datas for the next match." Mamori said.

"Just leave them on the table." Youichi glanced at her and then immediately back to his business on laptop.

Mamori sighed. She decided to take a break and stretched her limbs on the chair. Took out an iPod, Mamori was starting humming the tones.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive

"Kekeke. You look like an idiot, fucking manager!" Youichi raised an eyebrow while looking his manager who was lost in the rhythm.

"Hiruma! I'm just listening to music!"

Suddenly, he leaned across the table and took one of her earphone, then stuck into his ear. His face was few inches from her. Mamori stunned for a second by the blond quarterback's immediateness, that was so closed, even though this happened many time when they were at Deimon High School, she's still startled when this came.

"Keh… at least it's not the fucking enka songs like the old fart Doburoku."

"Because I'm not old! Beside, this is Ako's iPod, I just play the songs I'm into..."

"Tch, whatever…" Youichi give back her the earphone and stood up "Collect yourself, practice time."

"Neh Hiruma-kun, what kind of music do you like?"

"Why the fuck do you want to know?"

"I'm just curious" Mamori shrugged. "Akaba-kun told me that music taste represents a person's soul."

"I don't waste time for that shit." Youichi grabbed his AK-47 and headded to the field.

It was Mamori's birthday, and there were a tons of gift which most of them are from her suitors, her Saikyoudai teammates and her former fellows from Deimon. However, the only one guy who seemed didn't care about her special day was the blond quarterback. Actually, Mamori didn't mind at all, she knew him too well that he was not the kind of person who would gave a look at those "sappy and cheesy and redundant shits" like birthday or whatsoever. Hiruma Youichi's heart and brain belong to American football, and victory, that's all she khew, at least for now.

At the end of the day, after cleaning the club, Mamori collects her stuffs and was about to head home. And suddenly she found one odd square box on the top of her bag.

It's was a CD, and a red CD player.

There' was also some familiar handwritings on the back side of the CD box

Don't fucking wreck the CD player.

Mamori giggled.

Covering herself in the blanket, Mamori played the CD, the first song was Highway to Hell from the band AC/DC

Living easy, living free

Season ticket on a one-way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride

Sound just like him. She thought and smile

There were 11 tracks. 10 first songs were the ones Youichi likes. But the last track, the eleventh, was the only song that Mamori would keep for her own.

And from that day, they saw Mamori was into hard rock.