Title: Devil's First Zero

Chapter: 2

Genre: Romance

Pairing: HirumaXMamori

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.

A/N: Thank you for the read and reviews! Now on with the reading (:

People young and old filled the library. Each one with a different purpose. Some came to find treasures. Some came to find peace and quiet. Some came to cool off and maybe sleep. And a few came to study.

"Remove your feet from the table, Hiruma-kun." Mamori silently scolded.

"Tsk. Tables are meant to be used." He reasoned out.

"Yes, Hiruma-kun, they are! But for things, not for feet!" she said in a lowered voice, not wanting to draw any more attention than they could possibly have with him around.

"And my damn feet is not a thing?" he inquired, his right brow elevated.

"Ugh, just put it down, please." She asked nicely, changing her tactic, intelligently showing him her puppy dog face. And at fortunate times, not even the infamous devil could resist that.

Hiruma silently cursed but chose to do what was asked. Asked, not told to, he stressed. Just to get things over with.

A moment later, they started solving math problems with no complaints from Hiruma which Mamori found beyond normalcy but took advantage of this mood of his. He looked at the problems she gave him and started answering them.

In Hiruma record time, he finished answering all the problems with confidence and ease. He passed back the answer sheet to her without uttering another word.

She started checking his answers in deep concentration. She was halfway to finishing correcting when she felt someone's gaze bore on her. She automatically looked at Hiruma but found him too preoccupied with his stuff, typing away on his beloved laptop. She turned her gaze around expecting to find someone, anyone, but it was only her and Hiruma in this section of the library. And the reason was a no brainer since she couldn't think of anyone else, aside from the football players, who could be able to stand being with Hiruma for more than a few seconds without literally wittering away. So she shrugged the whole thing off as just her imagination and continued her task at hand.

A few seconds later, she felt the same thing again. The same feeling. The same sentiment. So once again she looked up to survey her surroundings but again there was no one in sight, except of course for Hiruma who was physically present beside her but she knew better. Right at this very moment he's swimming in his thoughts filled with Amefuto, startegies and tactics, forming new plays… and, heaven forbid, blackmails.

She sighed and continued where she left off. She abruptly lifted her head to say something to him but ended up catching him staring at her.

She gasped.

Completely unfazed, he continued to stare as his head came excruciatingly close, lower…and lower. She panicked, not knowing whether to stop him or what. Her mind was on alert mode but could not decide on a proper course of action so she did what was the most natural thing to do – she closed her eyes. Obviously, there was no other option for her. Her heart beat fast as she anticipatedly waited for his lips to land on hers. After a few minutes of eager anticipation, nothing came to be. She reluctantly opened her eyes only to see him reaching for one of the many unstacked books beside her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a little out of breath as she tried to appease the pounding of her heart.

"This." He shoved the book to her face as he slouched back to his seat. The book read, Amefuto for experts. "I kept glancing on the books beside you and this caught my eye."

"Oh." She reddened. And wished he did not notice her a while ago, closed eyes and all.

He regarded her and cackled loudly as he rapidly picked up the situation. "You have a dirty mind fucking manager! You damn thought I was going to kiss you. Kekeke."

"I definitely did not!" she vehemently denied.

Instead of verbally teasing the hell out of her from being found out, he thought of another way to tease her and to press the apparent truth out of her words. He slowly dipped his head to her and this time with the real intention of kissing her. When their faces were merely a breath apart, he teasingly asked, "Are you damn sure you did not want a kiss?"

But her tongue was tied and her mind lost. She awaited the contact. The heat. The sensation.

She could hear the wild beating of her heart.

And the beeping of it. Beeping?

She opened her eyes and was temporarily blinded by the light. She blinked as her eyes started to focus. She scanned the place. She was in her room. In her bed. And her alarm clock traitorously continued beeping.

It was all a dream. Hiruma. The supposed kiss. It was just a dream… a dream.

"Ugh."She covered her face with her pillow. How could she have not known the difference of the real Hiruma and the Hiruma in her dreams. And no, she does not have feelings for him. No, she absolutely does not.

Her message alert tone ringing took her out of her moping. It was from Hiruma.

You better be not late damn manager. Saturday. Library. 4pm.

She deposited her phone on her bedside table, walked out of bed and got ready for school. She could deny all she wants but she was looking forward to that particular Saturday, anticipation fuelling her heart to beat faster than normal.