Title: Typical Hiruma

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21 or any of their characters (just to be sure). Also I don't own the poem but I do love it :)

A/N: I hope this will live up to the first two fanfiction I wrote! Ciao!

Classes were dismissed an hour earlier than usual. Students started swaggering outside the hallways making their way out. Soon enough the hallways were deserted, this was the moment Anezaki Mamori was waiting for. She went to Hiruma's desk and grabbed his bag. Hiruma-kun's still in the rooftop, I bet he didn't know that classes were dismissed early she thought and decided to go get him. She made a beeline to the door when –

"Anezaki-san" her upper class man approached her, flashing his infamous smile.

She nodded, "Tomada-senpai"

"Our sensei told me that you have aced your English class so I was wondering if you can help me translate this poem." He asked smoothly.

"Oh, what's the title of the poem?"

"Your feet by Pablo Neruda"

Eyes shinning vibrantly she answered with an ecstatic voice, "That's a favorite of mine."

He incredulously looked at her, smiled dashingly, flashing a perfect set of white teeth, temporarily blinding her. She blinked, "Let's start with it then" she giddily exclaimed, Hiruma completely forgotten.

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Hiruma's back ached from his sitting position. He closed his laptop, stood up and began stretching when he saw a large number of students walking out of the school gate. His brows furrowed. He checked his laptop for the time, there was still forty-five minutes before dismissal. He took his phone and dialed a number. No one was answering the phone. Fuck. His pride stopped him from redialing the number and decided to dial another number, his thumb digging the keypad much harder.

"Fucking old man, why are the students out so soon?" he grumpily asked.

"Woke up on the wrong side of bed, Hiruma?" Musashi teased on the line.

"Son of a… Just answer the fucking question, fucking old man!" he shouted.

"I do have eardrums you know and it's still functioning quite well. And I don't think you'd appreciate my being deaf when you're giving orders, Hiruma" he kept teasing not fearing for his life. This was Hiruma, his bark is worse than his bite.

"If I had my fucking bazooka with me, I would have fucking blasted you now!" his eyes dangerously gleaming. Fucking manager's fault for not allowing him to bring it around and why he fucking followed her was beyond him.

Musashi sighed, "Haven't you heard the announcement awhile ago?"

Hiruma gritted his teeth and growled, "If I have heard the fucking announcement we wouldn't have this fucking conversation, would we fucking old man!" A tick forming on his forehead while he impatiently waited for the answer, foot tapping.

Musashi chuckled. "This present mood of yours was not caused by a certain Anezaki, is it?" he knowingly implied. The line was dead silent. "Alright, alright, classes were dismissed early because of an emergency faculty meeting", the line went dead.

"Typical Hiruma" he dismissed, brought his phone back in his pants.

Hiruma kicked the rooftop door open and annoyingly descended the staircase. He was now walking in the hallway when he saw the fucking manager seating inside the classroom with an upper class man seating across her from the table. It was fucking Mr. Popular and what was he doing with the fucking manager? Is this why she wasn't answering her fucking phone. A dangerous gleam was on his eyes but like the fucking genius he is, he waited for the fucking perfect time to interrupt. He leaned on the opposite side of the hallway so he can observe them more clearly from his position, his pointed ears twitching to hear their conversation.

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"There all done!" Mamori exclaimed. She gave the Japanese translation of the poem to Tomada-senpai. He took it from her, fingers touching. He let his fingers linger longer than it should.

Fucking Mr. Popular is deliberately touching her hand Hiruma thought. His fingers were itching, he was about to reach his gun when the fucking manager wisely withdrew her hand.

"I have to go now Tomada-senpai." She turned to leave when Tomada stopped her.

"Wait let me thank you though" he abruptly tugged her arm, making her lose her balance. She stumbled in his direction, their faces moving closer, lips just inches apart. She shut her eyes tightly, she can't stop the impact of her fall, gravity was pulling her against her will. But instead of the unwanted kiss her face fell on a well defined chest, the smell of gun powder mixed with a clean masculine scent assaulted her nose. She smiled and murmured, "Hiruma-kun". She sighed and marveled on how the close proximity was making her breathless, not caring as to what happened to Tomada-senpai, he was a complete jerk after all. Hiruma's arms were wrapped around her back, supporting her. His right hand was strategically situated in her lower back, making her blush. Hiruma saw this and wickedly dipped his fingers lower. Her brain was already sending her warning signals, she felt even his slightest touch and movement. She was debating on whether to push him or let him do whatever he wants when she heard his notorious cackling sound.

"Kekeke"

"Hiruma-kun!"

"A member of the fucking Discipline Committee thinking fucking dirty thoughts" he sneered.

"I was not!" she denied, nose flaring.

"Kekeke, your face is swelling maybe from all the fucking creampuff you devoured, fucking creampuff monster!" he scoffed not minding their position.

"Ugh" she fumed and disentangled herself from him, the fuzzy warmth slowly slipping away.

He took his bag which was lying on her desk and briskly walked out of the door following her. They were walking side by side when suddenly he stopped. She too stopped and looked at him, confusion evident on her face. Her eyes widen when he started reciting her favorite part from the poem Your Feet by Pablo Neruda.

"But I love your feet, only because they walked upon the earth, and upon the wind, and upon the waters, until they found me" she turned crimson, her brain just stopped functioning, him looking at her intently did not help either.

"Kekeke let's go fucking girlfriend! I can't wait to torture the fucking brats!" he started walking, completely leaving his dumbfounded girlfriend. She blinked and thankfully her brilliant brain started functioning again.

"Ugh, Youichi! You just ruined the moment!" she complained shouting but followed him soon after. What more can you expect from Hiruma Youichi.

Hiruma was looking at her from the corner of his eyes, a ghost smile appearing on his face. I fucking made her blush, fucking Mr. Popular couldn't, you should've seen her fucking face kekekeke.

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Buzzing noise could be heard from the clubroom. All the football players were happily talking, not minding how loud they were. Hiruma kicked the door open and yelled "Fucking brats you better start stretching or else", meaningfully stroking his firearms. They all yelped and made a mad dash to the field. Hiruma was left cackling when Musashi approached him.

"What do you want fucking old man?" he grunted.

"I saw Tomada jumping for his life from the window and only one person can demand such a reaction. I concluded that he has crossed the devil's territory" Musashi said calculatingly and continued, "I didn't know you were even sweet Hiruma, reciting a poem for your girlfriend. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous" he teasingly brought the conversation to a close and sauntered out of the clubroom, silently congratulating himself for seeing the "human" Hiruma, leaving an enraged Hiruma.

An eerie silence filled the air until a huge explosion was heard from Deimon's football field and a thrilled Ya-ha.