Summary: "Leave me alone"; the collision of two opposing world views.
Notes: This is a set of 10 one-shots, each revolving around a different "order".
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21. Nor do I own the idea of "10 Orders"; that belongs to the Live Journal community of the same name. I have no affiliation with them, and am simply borrowing some of their prompts.
Leave Me Alone
Hiruma never wanted help. That was weakness, and Hiruma was not weak. He also never gave help, nor did he show mercy.
Mamori lived to help people. She liked it when she was able to give aid or cheer someone else up. She didn't expect others to do the same, instead stepping up to help when someone else couldn't or wouldn't.
Normally, this dynamic worked just fine for the Deimon High American Football Team, because Hiruma controlled the training ground and Mamori oversaw the after practice snacks and first-aid. However, there were times when Hiruma was the one needing the first-aid, and a truce of sorts would have to be called between such radically different people.
The first problem is that calling a truce is a sign of weakness. The second problem is the desire to help everyone, regardless of other people's wants. The third is stubbornness in its purest form.
"Hold still and let me take care of your shoulder, Hiruma-kun!"
"I don't need your help, fucking manager! The damn shoulder's fine!"
"You can't bandage your own shoulder, Hiruma-kun. Now hold still before you get blood over everything!"
"It ain't bleeding, fucking manager! Oi! Leave me alone!"
Mamori grabbed the quarterback's injured shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make him freeze, and took the moment to tie a quick bandage around the wound. "There. Isn't that better? Does anyone else need any help?"