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Eyeshield 21 will never be owned by me.

They were at her house, going over the play Hiruma had prepared earlier that day against Ouju. It was only the second time that he had gone inside the Anezaki residence but he immediately felt at home. Her parents weren't at home yet at the time, it was after all still early. They had left the clubhouse after the name teasing they had played. Each didn't know just what lead them walking to her house. They were just drinking their coffee then the next thing that happened was Mamori getting up and Hiruma following suite. Not a word being spoken on the way. It's like they had this understanding that they needed to be alone in a safer area.

Maybe it had something to do with the undeniable tension that had developed over an hour ago. That same tension came between then when she had called him by his given name and was further cemented with his response of her given name.

Mamori was blinking while looking down at the cards in her hands. To be honest, she wasn't in the right state of mind to offer any kind of help to Hiruma with Amefuto at the moment. How could she when all she could think about was how sexy her name sounded right out of his mouth. She was too deep into her train of thoughts that she didn't manage to notice his long fingers took the cards away from her.

"Fucking girlfriend you're useless to me if you keep spacing out" he remarked.

"Sorry Hiruma-kun" she apologized. He shortened the distance between them as he leaned forward to her right ear.

"I fucking like it better if you fucking call me Youichi" that statement made her blush. So he didn't mind her calling him by his given name.

"Only if you call me by my own name."

"Why? You don't fucking like my fucking endearment to you, fucking girlfriend?" he teased her even more which made her blush harder. He sat upright and held his gun, cleaning it slowly. She noticed how his hands caressed the said gun gently as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. How careful he was, how his long fingers lined the rough edges of the deadly weapon. It made her wonder just how it felt like being held by Hiruma just like that.

"Oi, you're spacing out again!" he scolded her. "Slacking off are we? Kekekeke"

"I am not slacking off Youichi-kun. And besides it's as if you're any better. All you've done since we arrived at my house is clean that stupid gun of yours." She retorted back at him with a firm gaze.

"Would you rather have me clean something else then, fucking Mamori?" There it ws again, her name escaping his mouth. The thought even made her feel nauseous. What overwhelming power he had over her. Everything about him was distracting her at the moment. And it wasn't much of any help that they were alone in her house. No Mamori you are not going to think of doing anything inappropriate with Youichi even if he is your boyfriend, she scolded herself.

"Can I hold your hand?" he gave her a questioning look. Did she just said that out loud? He plastered a wide grin in his face. Dropping his gun on his side (they were squatting on the floor at the living room) he held her right hand with his left one, intertwining each finger. She flinched at the coldness of his hands but she took his' anyway.

"You could have fucking said sooner fucking girlfriend, instead of slacking off on your job." He grabbed his laptop with his free right hand, refusing to let his left hand go of Mamori's hand.

"Again I'm not slacking off Hiruma-kun."

"You have to cut back on your creampuff days fucking manager. Your hands are getting stuffy with all that juck you're eating."

"I am not getting fat if that was what you were implying!"

"Kekekeke"

They continued holding hands anyway, until he had left the house for the evening.

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