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Maybe I'll buy the rights to Eyeshield 21, if I could get rich that is.

"What are you fuckers slacking off! Get back to fucking training!" a loud gun shots were heard accompanied with shrieks from the Saikyoudai Wizards members.

"Hiruma-kun they weren't slacking off. And please could you stop being so hard on them, they need a break or two from your Spartan ways of training." Mamori said handling him a bottle of water.

"Doing my fucking job now are you fucking manager? Kekekeke "he retorted with a smirk grabbing the water in the process. For a minute their hands brush that made Mamori turned crimson red in an instant.

She turned away from him immediately, embarrassed that she had just blushed over a simple thing. She knew that if he saw her, he would never let it down. Mamori sat at the bench near Hiruma and started continued taping their training. Surprisingly, the demon had become silent, so she decided to look up at him and see what was going on. It was as if he knew she was already looking because he immediately gestured something with their hand signals.

Mamori then nodded and walked back to the clubhouse, knowing that he would come after her after 5 minutes. To kill time, she decided to clean the changing room. There were plenty of shirts just lying around. She sighed heavily; this is what she gets for choosing to work with a bunch of guys. She was halfway through her self-imposed chore when she heard the door slammed. He was here. Not wanting to look like a desperate girlfriend, she then continued her little chore. Footsteps were finding its way towards her and she can't help but blush. Seriously how many times can a girl blush in one afternoon?

He might had been smirking at her back, taunting her with the prolongation of what was about to come. In all honesty she didn't even have the slightest idea why she was being called inside the clubhouse. All he ever did hand signal was to meet him in the clubhouse in 5 minutes.

"Fucking mother hen" was all he said. That got her attention successfully as she turn around to see that he was in fact smirking. He did not have his gun with him, he wasn't even chewing gum. He was just there standing, mocking her.

"What do you need Hiruma-kun?"

"It's fucking Youichi, fucking Mamori" he walked nearer, that had her almost stumbling back. Good thing for his fast reflexes, he was able to grab her wrist before she come tumbling down the pile of stinky shirts. He made a mental note to force the team members to clean up to themselves. His fucking girlfriend wasn't their slave.

"You do realize you just use a curse against your name Youichi-kun"

"So?!"

"What do you need to talk about that had to be in private?" she inquired.

"You!" with one swift motion, he pulled Mamori closer to him, only inches away from each other's body.

"Eh?"

"Fucking stop blushing fucking manager. You're fucking obvious." he commanded with a demeaning voice.

"Well I can't help it Youichi. I am your girlfriend after all."

"Then fucking get your act together. The fucking dread had been fucking eyeing me suspiciously. If fucking word gets out, you'll be fucking haunted!" he scolded her. It was not the first time that he raised his voice against her but it felt new altogether. Maybe because she saw the genuine feeling of Hiruma as he was scolding her. He was dead serious.

"Sorry! Next time I'll try harder to avoid you!" she replied with equal pitch of her voice. She knew he was concern of her well-being but he did not have to say it as if she was some hopeless damsel in distress.

"Fuck that will only raise suspicion fucking manager."

"You know well that I can't control the amount of blood that come rushing to my cheeks!" he blink for a while. She thought she finally hit a nail in that thick head of his, but was proven wrong when he wiped away something from his face.

"Quit showering saliva on me!" Now that made her feel embarrassed. There she was angry beyond angry and then it had just to be ruined by her saliva. She apologized with their telepathy, which had been replied with a knowing smirk. Oh that jerk!

Realizing that he was still holding her wrist she yanked it away from him. But his grip proved to be stronger than she realized. Mamori looked up at him again, it was then she knew he was planning something. Something horrible she guessed.

Hiruma lifted his free hand and placed it at the back of her head. She closed her eyes for the unknown pain. But no one was more surprise than her when she felt something else. It wasn't pain, it wasn't torture, it was his lips on her lips. It took her that 3 seconds glitch to realize the unfathomable occurrence. He was kissing her, for the first time. She was having her first kiss!

She noted how soft his lips were. How that kiss sent tingling sensation down her spine. How she needed something more than just a peck on the lips. But as fast as the kiss began, it halted as sudden as it did.

Hiruma released her wrist from his tight grip and started walking away from her.

"What was that for?" she manage to question.

"A fucking lesson to stop you from turning into a red balloon." Then he slammed the door. If he was going to give him kisses as a lesson for blushing, she didn't mind it at all.

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