Quiet Night
15th Down: Silence
The steaming of the rice cooker, the boiling miso soup, and the cracking of eggs in the pan were the sounds that Mamori enjoyed hearing. Mamori tied up her brown hair, it was already past shoulder length and the bangs had fallen below her eyes. She constantly had to sweep them away from her face. She tasted the soup and the salty, warm liquid settled nicely in her stomach. She turned off the stove and placed the dishes in the small white table that took up a corner of the room by the blue outlined square window with white lace curtains.
She sat on thee couch and began to read her book. A door slammed shut and she turned to see a certain blond devil throw his jacket onto the arm chair that was on the side of the couch.
"Hiruma, how many times do I need to tell you to hang your jacket on the coat hanger." She scolded. She got up to pick up the black leather jacket that was about to fall off the armchair when he pushed her onto the couch again. He laid his head on her lap and closed his eyes.
"Long day at practice?" Her tone softened.
"Shut up, fucking girlfriend." Hiruma said in an unusually soft voice. Her blue eyes looked down at Hiruma. His eyelashes, like usual, were very long and pretty. They looked even longer with his eyes closed. Wrinkles were carved onto his forehead and his lips turned downward. She took her right hand and slowly stroked his head as his frown slowly disappeared until he became more relaxed. She could feel the tension from his shoulder loosen and his whole body relax. She kissed his forehead and brushed the stray hair from his eyes.
On the field, he may have been the Commander from Hell, but in their little apartment they called home, he was just her fucking exhausted boyfriend. The gunshots, the screaming and the cackling laughter had been left on the field. For now, they just enjoyed the silence and the soft whistling from the rice cooker.