To Hermi-ko, you have my permission to translate this fic, it'll make me really happy. Sorry for my late answer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21
Their kisses were a lot like their conversations.
Some were like their fights, violent, fierce and involved quite a lot of profanities on his part and bodily assault on hers.
Some were unexpected and sweet not unlike a sudden moment of understanding between one argument and the next.
Some were long and seemed to envelop them completely in each other, just like the hours spent planning strategies for the matches.
But some, Mamori decided as Hiruma pressed her closer to his body and brought his lips down to hers to brush their mouths together, were a lot warmer than words could ever be.
AN: It's short and a bit pointless, but please tell me what you think