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Praise for an early update and a very fast internet. I won't waste your time any further. I give you...

Hiruma typed at his laptop as if there was no tomorrow. He does not get distracted easily but that look Mamori is giving him made it so damn easy. Nope it wasn't a sly look or a look of longing, it was a look that says she wants to say something but too confuse and afraid to say. So he stopped from typing and look at her, but at the time she averted her gaze at the sprawl notes on the table in front of her. With a roll of an eye, he continued on his task at hand.

Not a minute after, he felt her gaze back at him. And like earlier, her gaze averted back to the papers when he stopped and look at her. Once again he went back at his task at hand. Mamori's gaze went back at him but instead of stopping, he just continued on typing and talked.

"What?"

"Nothing." He wasn't near to convinced with her answer but thought of not pushing it. It'll come out from her mouth sooner than later. Besides he has his cunning ways to know everything. He pop a gum and close his laptop. Sooner starts now.

"Let's fucking go." she look up at him but still wouldn't meet his eyes. Something was up and Hiruma was fucking sure it would be ugly. Mamori seemed to be rubbing off on her well cause he had waited for his fucking girlfriend patiently to get her the time they were out of the clubroom, Hiruma attempted to hold hands with her. A trait he developed while dating this fucking amazing woman. Yup he just thought of Anezaki Mamori as an amazing woman and those who don't agree well let's just let the bullet do the talking. To his dismay Mamori hid her hand away from his grasp which he took as un-offending as possible. Nope, he can't possibly not be offended but didn't say anything about it. Hiruma don't get offended anyway.

The entire walk to Mamori's house was one of the most awkward thing they had done. And there weren't plenty of that in their relationship. They didn't talk, didn't walk side by side and didn't act the usual. Well most of it was because of Mamori-san's off character. They stood at the main gate of her house for a couple of minutes. Normally he would just entire the premises without being invited yet it seemed his presence would not be welcome by his fucking girlfriend.

"Go in" he stated which made her look up and blush in realization that they were in fact at the front of her gate. She went inside the yard but look back when she heard Youichi's footstep walking away.

"Where are you going Youichi-kun?"

"It's fucking obvious you don't want me around fucking girlfriend."

"No that's not it." he raised an eyebrow in question. She sighed, went near him and grab his hand. She looked at it for who knows how long before she drag him inside the house.

Once they were settled, Mamori prepared them a tea. He knows that she knows he doesn't drink tea but she insisted on one. He was sitting at the dining room watching over her as she made her way at the kitchen. Eyeing her every move to be able to read what was bothering her. He was always good at reading people because they were predictable. But not her, she was and is still a mystery he couldn't figure out. Maybe it was due to the fact that he is in love with the fucking woman or maybe he just doesn't understand women in general. Though it would be more romantic for him to say that he finds Mamori mind puzzling due to his ever growing love, alas Hiruma was never romantic well maybe once.

Mamori placed two cups of tea at the table and sat the corner perpendicular of him. She appears fidgety, nervous perhaps. Nervous of what exactly though. She let out a breather, made him contemplate on getting out his guns and make her spill it out already. The fucking Anezaki can blow things out of proportion in every possible thing.

"What the fuck is wrong?" his annoyance was starting to show. She flinched caused him to roll his eyes the 2nd time today. That is twice the normal value of Hiruma Youichi rolling his eyes in one day.

"I'm late Youichi."

"Late?"

"Yeah late. Like 2 days late."

"What the fuck are you late for?"

"Youichi-kun I'm 2 days late of my menstruation date. I know it could might as well be nothing but I'm never late, ever."

"Kekeke."

"It's not funny Youichi-kun! I might be pregnant for all we know!"

"And that would be fucking bad how?" she wasn't able to answer.
"If you're fucking pregnant then you are. I won't fucking abandon you if that's what you're fucking worried about. I don't fucking care if you're carrying a thousand fucking little demon in your fucking belly. As long as its fucking mine."

"Youichi-kun"

"Besides I fucking told you I fucking told you that I would be fucking great when the real time comes." She blinked at his confession. A tear slowly forming and threatening to come down any minute now. She fought it well though and kissed him on the lips which he reciprocated. When they parted they both look at each other lovingly (as loving as Hiruma could get). A sly smile formed in his mouth.

"But before that, make me a fucking coffee. You know I don't fucking drink tea."

Thanks for all the people who R&R so far. and for those who hadn't yet please do, it is like an oxygen for me. It makes me write more. :D