Mamori wakes up to the sound of her alarm. The sun's rays are already peeking through her closed curtain. She gets up.

"I wonder how I could face him today." She wonders recalling the vivid image of her team's Captain in her mind last night.

For her it felt so real. His voice, his eyes, his fingers. It felt as if Hiruma himself visited her last night. If that was the case then Hiruma might as well be an incubus. She shakes her head slightly and lifts her head up. He will not know about this. She will not show any form of weakness. At some point she enjoys standing up to Hiruma. His arrogance and confident drives her to do better and to even more protect the people that becomes his victims. Sena was on her top priority but if she can she will protect the whole team from him. This includes herself, of course.

This will be her secret and she will not show even a trace of what happened last night.

She goes to school with that in mind and determination in her heart.

xxx

Mamori was successful but it wasn't really that much of a challenge since she doesn't see Hiruma in class anyway. Her friends didn't feel anything unusual and Sena was his usual adorable self. Mamori felt good about all this. If Hiruma knows everyone's secret he will be all over this one as soon as she sets foot in the school grounds but he didn't. That must mean that the devil cannot really know about everything. She can actually hide things from him.

Then the class comes to an end.

Mamori gathers her things and prepares to leave and go to the clubroom. She is just about finish when she hears the door opening with a loud bang.

The gunshots instantly followed. Mamori looks up and certainly it is the captain of the Deimon Devil Bats himself. Mamori braces herself.

"Come with me fucking manager we have a mission to do." He says with a confident smirk on his face.

Mamori stared at him for a while, his figure standing tall on the door with a semi-automatic gun on his hand. This is the real Hiruma… not the one from her imagination… he's really here. And at some point he doesn't even have a clue about her secret.

"Where are we going? Hiruma-san?" Mamori says casually as she walks up to him.

"We're going to investigate those fucking losers." Hiruma says happily.

Mamori feels the dark aura rising from him and knows how toxic it was for her classmates so she hurries even more in getting him out of there.

There is no moment to spare. Hiruma and Mamori walk outside of the school and inside a cab. Along the way Hiruma had explained their mission. Mamori was not sure why she needed to be there but she was sure that Hiruma needed her for something. A distraction? A bait? She shudders with the thought.

Hiruma is grinning to himself along the way, flipping through the different pages of his devil's notebook. Mamori is watching him the entire time. At some point he looked like a very eager little boy with that smile but in an instant the dark aura flows out of him again and he will turn back into being a devil.

Mamori had never seen such a person before. She can almost feel that he is up to no good.

"We're here!" He says with glee. "Kekekeke"

The color drowns from Mamori's face as she looks at their opponent's school. This doesn't look good for them. She knows she must not pity them but this is Hiruma she is talking about. Anyone is pitiful in front of his schemes.

Hiruma already got out of the car while she was daydreaming. He had even already paid the driver.

"What's taking you so long fucking manager? We don't have all day." He says crossing his arms.

Mamori goes out and thanks the driver a bit. The moment she gets out the driver speeds away. Mamori sighs.

"Let's go. I know a shortcut." Hiruma says making his grin wider than before.

"Everyone is pitiful." She murmurs.

xxx
Mamori felt that this school was smaller than Deimon, if that is even possible. They found the football's team clubroom in an instant. It was as if Hiruma already knew the layout of the whole school beforehand. But then again it is indeed possible for someone like him.

Mamori became the lookout. She stood on the door and was constantly peeking outside. Hiruma is already rummaging the file cabinets and the lockers looking for things that he could use. He even has a small camera with him that took pictures of the documents he found.

"Is this really necessary?" Mamori whispered to her partner in crime.

"Shh." Hiruma hissed, "kekeke. This is gold, fucking manager. They even have information on Oujo and Hakushu. They may be fucking losers but they do know how to get valuable information. I wonder if they know how to blackmail as well. Kekekeke."

Mamori sighed, Hiruma is already inside his own world and no one can disturb him now. What she can do now is follow orders and watch out for anyone coming.

And someone did come.

"Hiruma, someone's coming. What do we do?" She says as she silently close the door and goes to him.

Hiruma fixed everything and put the papers back where they came from.

"Damn it." He mutters. He still has too many things he needed to see.

He felt how near they were. He can clearly hear their steps now. Hiruma then grabbed Mamori by the hand and went inside the opened broom closet. Hiruma closed the door and breathed silently. The instant they got inside the closet, the members opened the door and got inside.

That was close.

Hiruma then looks at Mamori. He almost forgot she was with him until he felt her breathe on his neck.

This is much… much… closer.

Mamori stayed bowed down as she asses their situation. The closet is quiet small but just enough to fit both of them. Actually it is enough to fit only one of them but since they are both small in frame they can somehow manage. There is mop behind her and a bucket on her feet. She needed to stay still so as not to make any noise. With just a careless move she could expose both of them. And as much as she doesn't really like this whole thing she doesn't want their team to be in trouble.

In front of her however, is the object of her fantasies… she shuts her eyes and shook away that thought. She is very close to him… dangerously close. She could feel his legs in between hers. His arms were around her waist, it must have been like that from the way they got in. Her hands are both on her side. She is a bit uncomfortable with her chest directly pressing to his and she wants to do something about it. There is too little space but she can still manage to bring her hands up to his chest. Although that didn't really help but at least she can somehow push him away if ever…

"How can you be so sure they will not open this cabinet?" Mamori whispered. She doesn't even have to try since her lips are so close to his ears.

The hair on Hiruma's neck stood on their tips as her breath brushed his skin. He ignored it at once. "They won't." He says confidently.

Mamori didn't press the issue any more. She knows that Hiruma knows what he is doing and when he says they won't be revealed then they won't be revealed.

Hiruma's eyes were on the tiny slots of the door, he can clearly see what is happening outside the closet. He has a backup plan if ever someone would open this closet and suddenly decides to clean but fortunately their manager isn't as freakishly neat and tidy as Deimon's. No one would give a fuck about the brooms and mops for at least today.

Hiruma sees the men already taking off their clothes. He looks down to Mamori. He lifts his hand and embraced her burying her head on his chest.

"Don't look outside. They're changing." He breathes silently. His words were almost soundless.

Hiruma notices her ears reddening. "Tch. Fucking manager getting all worked up about men changing clothes outside. This happens every day at the club room… why else would we ask her to leave and buy drinks?"

But it wasn't them that made her blush. It was the fact that Hiruma pressed her closer to him that made her react that way. Her heart is on overdrive, drumming in her ears and chest. It felt so loud that she actually started to worry that the people outside might hear it.

Mamori buries her face to his chest. His scent filling her nose, going to her head and envelops her whole being. 'So this is how he smells like.' She thought as she breathes in to take in more of him. He intoxicates her even more than she can even imagine. She can feel his arms around him. The same long arms that extend across the sky whenever he throws the ball, it felt secure like a blanket covering her from harm. She takes a step closer and lays a bit of her weight on him. The whole feeling was making her dizzy.

He felt it at once.

"What the fuck now?" Hiruma asks as he feels her weakening on his arms.

"Is she claustrophobic? Is she getting nauseous? Is she suffocating because of the cramped space?"

Hiruma didn't prepare for this. He has a plan but he didn't think that his fucking manager was claustrophobic.

"I'm ok." She utters resting her weight back on her heels.

Hiruma sighed in relief. But he then stops to realize something… 'relief? Fuck. What the hell just happened? WAS I ACTUALLY FUCKING WORRIED?!'

Hiruma tossed those thoughts away and went back to the mission at hand. Outside the members are still hanging around and chatting. 'When the fuck are you bozos going to start practicing?! Our match is the day after next and you're chatting about some pop girl group? Fucking losers.'

Hiruma wanted to leave, not really because he doesn't want to be discovered. He even has a plan that is entirely depends on him being discovered but as much as possible he doesn't want that to happen. For him that was the least fun of all his plans. No. He wants to leave because of his manager. From the moment they were inside the cabinet she felt different and it was making him feel … weird.

He could feel her heart. Her chest was too close to his that it felt like he had two beating hearts. Hers was fast … really fast. Was she panicking? But she seems calm enough? He was not thinking about it but whenever he senses her beating heart he is constantly reminded of her soft breast pushing against his hard chest. And when she rested on him, he even felt them squeeze against him. It almost drove him mad. But he tossed those thoughts away. He will not be carried away. But she smelled so good, like pastry. She smelled like creampuffs, her favourite vice. She was like warm sweet creampuffs… newly baked creampuffs that one would just want to bite until the cream oozes out into your mouth and fill it inside…

"Hiruma-san… " Mamori sharply utters feeling something on her thighs.

"Oh shit."

Hiruma cannot believe that he lost control…. Because of creampuffs for crying out loud… CREAMPUFFS!

Mamori blushes intensely.

"What? I'm a guy you know." Hiruma teased, stifling the awkwardness. He gives her one of his smirks.

"I… I know…"

She knows because he's not the only one to react to their situation like that. Mamori can feel herself and she knows how wet she was at that moment. She begged herself to stop thinking about weird things now but she can't… not with him in front of her. Not with him smelling like this… not with him and his manhood hard against her leg.

She could feel herself burn and ache for him. She tries to stop it but she cannot. Somehow she wanted the desire to stop but at the same time forcing it away was not her option.

She then does something she knows she will regret later on.

His leg was in between her legs and was slightly bent. She could almost sit on him. It was as if he wanted her to sit on him, to make her feel a little bit comfortable. She saw this as something good right from the start. Now she finally decides to do it. She starts to rub herself against his leg. It was just a slow and quick one then she stops. That should be enough. She prayed to the heavens he won't notice it.

"Wha.. what?" He could swear she moved just now.

He thought that maybe she wanted to shift positions a bit. It is really cramp inside and really uncomfortable. He cannot blame her for moving awkwardly. He kept that thought inside his mind so as not to get distracted.

"Fucking losers, when will they get their asses to the field and practice?" Hiruma tries to avert his attention. If he lets his mind to go wandering about who knows what he might do.

There she goes again but this time he felt it more than before.

Hiruma leans towards her ears, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Mamori looks at him, her half-closed eyes shining. Her face is red, almost feverish. She breathes quite faster than normal with her mouth lazily open.

Hiruma's eyes went wide open and he enclosed her in an embrace once more.

'Shit.' Hiruma curses in his head, 'fucking shit. Motherfucking shit.'

He can feel his heart now. Racing. The look Mamori gave pushed him to the edge he had been avoiding this whole time.

"Hi-Hiruma…" She utters silently.

He smells the creampuffs once more and feels her heat in his arms, in his chest, in his body. He buries his face in her hair and savour her.

Hiruma leans closer to her ear, his lips almost touching it. "Don't say a fucking word…" Hiruma breathes.

Mamori closes her eyes as she felt the warm breath tickling her ears. She gives up. She can't… she just can't… her legs finally gave up on her. Good thing Hiruma's arms were around her. The moment she gave in he was already there ready to catch her.

Hiruma starts to move, rubbing himself against her. She feels soft and warm, it feels like heaven. He was actually waiting for her to protest, to shove him away, bite him or whatever but the moment that she didn't …he continued. He wanted to feel her even more and little did he know she felt the same way.

Mamori bit her lips, she could feel him hard on her legs. She pushed it forward to him feeling him graze up and down on her legs.

Both of them wanted to have more contact, as each time they touch the other they felt relief. Something started to burn inside of them; it felt hot and agonizing that if they stop what they are doing they would die.

Hiruma's hand slid down and held her bottom pulling her hips closer to his. With their legs interlaced in such a position he grinds to her harder than before.

Mamori worried that they must have been moving too much, she peeks outside and noticed that everyone already left the room.

"Hiruma… " she whispers as he turns to him, she cannot see his face all she can see now are yellow locks. "They're gone…"

Hiruma looks up. She was right.

He then stops and slowly let her go. Mamori almost protested but she just lets him. She never said that he should stop but she knows that it was the end of that.

"Coast is clear" Hiruma says, his eyes hiding on his ruffled hair.

He then steps out as Mamori stays close behind him.

Mamori breathes, and as much as outside the cabinet feels better she somehow wants to stay inside even more.

"Then we better go no-" Mamori's words was cut off short as Hiruma pushes him on the wall.

Hiruma starts kissing her neck going up behind her ears. He licks her ears and whispers, "not yet…"

Mamori melts once more to the sound of his clear voice.

Hiruma took her hands and plants them to wall. His leg goes between hers once more. Mamori bit her lips, trying to suppress a moan. Hiruma licks her neck and kisses her, he could feel her chest rising and arching towards him as she rubs on his leg. He trails his kisses down slowly pushing the collar down and revealing more of her neck.

Hiruma let go of her hand and instantly she grabs his hair. He slides his hand down going up her skirt.

He finally felt her wet under his fingertips.

"Hiruma… " Mamori utters in a voice more like a moan. "No."

"Why not?" He asks kissing her collarbones.

"It's embarrassing…." She squeaks.

Hiruma buries his face on her neck inhaling the sweet intoxicating smell of creampuffs. He doesn't reply. He rubs his finger on her underwear, moistening the fabric and slowly letting the wetness seep through. He can feel his finger getting wet as he continues to lavish her neck.

Mamori can feel nothing but Hiruma. Everything around her melts away into nothingness. She closes her eyes and just feels him. The desire intensifies with each stroke of his finger, she could feel the pressure through her underwear and that just makes her crave for more. Mamori held on his back and cling on to him. She's still biting her lips forcing down the moans and screams forming in her throat letting out quiet grunts in almost every breath.

Hiruma could feel himself hardening even more. It felt uncomfortable pushing his pants. He rubbed himself on to her but it didn't help.

What if … what if he just lets himself go… He looks up at Mamori almost deciding the most unthinkable.

That is when he notices it… a tiny glimmer in the dark corner, and a small red dot.

Hiruma finally snaps back to reality. He stops. He instantly stops and steps back.

Mamori opens her eyes. Hiruma is looking down, his hands on a tight fist.

"Tch." He looks up looking angrily at her, "What the fuck were you doing fucking manager?"

Mamori stares at him with surprise and bewilderment written all over her face.

"Look at you… so easy. Do you not understand how fucking dangerous that was to you?"

Mamori fidgeted in fixing her collar. Hiruma patted her hands away and fixed her collar and ribbon.

"What if that wasn't me?" He scolds, "Don't you ever let your fucking guard down in front of any man."

He looks deep into her eyes. "Got that!"

Mamori blinks and nods.

"Now let's get out of here."

Hiruma grabs her by the hand and pulls her out in the same way they came in. He did not even dare look back at her, he can feel his face hot and if he looks back at her he might not be able to calm himself down. He is still burning and if he just let himself he will devour her right there and then.

'She's your team's manager… SHE IS YOUR FUCKING TEAM MANAGER! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! STOP!' He scolds himself stopping every desire and every wild imagination… or memories, "I SAY FUCKING STOP!"

Finally they arrive outside and Hiruma instantly call out a cab. He opens the door and pushed Mamori inside.

"Go home." He says coldly. "NOW DRIVE! FUCKING DRIVER!"

He pulls out his gun and started shooting as the driver panics and drives away.

Hiruma continues to shoot just until he sees the driving disappearing in a curve.

"Now to get that fucking tape." He says hiding his gun behind him and dangerously looking at the school.

xxx

Mamori did not know what happened back there. She was surprised… almost shocked… almost traumatized by what happened.

He just stopped. One moment it felt so good and then the next moment he stopped.

She doesn't know why. Was it something she did? Mamori buries herself on her pillow, the frustration was there and so was the anger. She can't even cry because of hatred. She would roll around in bed, throw her pillow on the floor, pick them up and throw them once more on the floor.

Was she rejected? Was she not good enough for him?

That thought made her even more angry, "What gives Hiruma?!" She mutters in frustration punching the pillow once more.

Then she hears a knock on the door.

xxx

There was a camera inside the room. That was the thing he saw and the reason that made him stop. For one he was really relieved that it was not a live camera. Losing his cool like that and having a person see him in that state would cause too much trouble. He doesn't want to kill someone… again…kekeke.

He instantly took the footage take the whole time they were there and deleted every trace of that in their computers. His works are very clean that not even a single soul would think that they went inside that school. He does things this way.

But Hiruma saved only a single copy of that clip, especially the ones where they got out and actually made out in the clubroom.

Hiruma curses himself every time he thinks about it. He might be an evil person through and through but all that was for the team and to win… and to gain power… but it was for the team. Doing that to their team manager was certainly something that would destroy the team he worked so hard to build.

He then opens the various monitors in his room, he had forgotten about these but as soon as a member joins the Devil Bats, he would set up cameras all over their room to monitor them even in their sleep. At some point he stopped using it but seeing that camera inside the clubroom reminded him of these.

He had a single copy and he could do anything to it actually. He isn't sure if anyone could use it against him but he still went on with his plan.

There was only one copy of that clip in the whole world and he had to give it to her.