I LIVE!! MWHAHAHA!! (clears throat) i'm back people after being away for a loooong time. my laptop charger had committed suicide on me and my wireless connection wouldn't work right, etc. anyway, all of those problems are fixed (smiles)
here is chapter four of my lovely Eyeshield 21 fic! enjoy!
DISCLAIMER- I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS
Chapter Four: Noodle Soup
"What the fuck is that?"
"It's chicken noodle soup, Hiruma-kun."
"I don't need it, fucking manager."
"Yes, you do! It will help you get better!"
Hiruma rolled his eyes at the pushy female. The quarterback came down with a cold last night and did his best to hide it the next day. And besides, he couldn't risk taking a day-off, not when there are games to win and people to threaten. But the sickness did not go unnoticed by DevilBats manager, who caught sight of Hiruma's watery eyes and stuffy nose. After class, Mamori had made him some soup, courtesy of the school's kitchen.
"Hiruma-kun, one bite won't kill you."
"It could be poisoned for all I know." A struggled cough followed after.
"Just eat the soup and stop being so childish!"
"You're the one that's playing house, fucking mother. Kekeke."
Mamori slammed down the tray she was holding on the tabletop and stormed out of the clubhouse. Hiruma looked down at the steaming broth and scowled.
Keh, fucking manager.
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(an hour later)
Mamori walked back to the clubhouse, happy about the team's improvement. Upon opening the door, she found Hiruma still typing away on his precious laptop. The blue-eyed girl lightly sighed as she walked by him. When she did, Mamori noticed an empty bowl on the table.
Did he…
She stared at it quietly for a bit until a loud pop of gum made her snap back to reality.
"What the hell are you looking at, fucking manager?"
Mamori shook her head. "Oh nothing, Hiruma-kun."
Both went back to work, neither noticing the other's smile.