Cherry Imp (Eyeshield 21 || Hiruma x reader)

A "parent"'s love

Your brain has been on auto-pilot ever since you left. When you got home and your mom gave you a lecture, you kept your eyes down and would only give short answers, although she never asked any questions that she actually cared to know the answer to. However, this time, she wanted you to pay attention.
"Are you even listening?!"
"Huh?" you blinked twice, taken aback, as if you just came back to reality.
"What was the last thing I said?!"
You couldn't respond. You were scared now.
"Oh that's just like you, isn't it?! You don't even care about what your own mother says! You lie and you don't listen! After all I've done for you!"
This kept going, much longer than usual. This time you had to listen to every word she said, for she'd sometimes ask you to repeat her last sentence.
"American Football, why?! That's like if a dog entered a horse beauty contest! Think (Y/n)! For once!"

She began to go deep, talking about your physical appearance and how 'fat girls can't do sports things'. You clung on to your shirt and looked down. No matter how much she does it, her words still hurt.
"Oh don't cry now." she sighed, annoyed. "It makes me look like the bad guy here. Fine, I'm a terrible mom for wanting to protect you from ridicule. There were cameras there for god sake!" she huffed. "If you're gonna cry, go to your room, I don't want to deal with this right now."
You weren't going to cry, still you took the first opportunity to leave. You closed your bedroom door behind you and quickly changed, throwing your clothes aside. Your phone fell out of your pocket and you remembered that you turned it off before the game started. You picked it up and sat on your bed. You stared at it for a long moment before turning it back on.
Three missed calls and a bunch of messages. From Mamori, Sena, Monta, Kurita, even Yukimitsu. Hiruma didn't send anything. You didn't know why but you felt a sharp pain in your chest.
Going down all the new texts you had, you went to the bottom and spotted the first texts you exchanged with someone. Your mom would always just call you and your dad would send you emails, so the first guy to ever text you was your brother. Seeing his name, your eyes grew teary, you bit your lower lip and threw your phone on your bed before going under your covers.

You breathed deeply, trying not to blink so that the tears wouldn't flow. You thought about today's game, your teammates, the people you met, everything that happened ever since you joined the Devil Bats. It was going well, you were getting better, you were finally living.
But it was over now. Your life was over.
You tried to be quiet.

"Man, this is terrible!" Monta held his head. "We're going to America any day now, yet all I can think about is the fact that (L/n) quit!"
"Me too..." Sena looked down. "It feels wrong, I don't even have an appetite anymore."
"Moh." Komusubi took his milkshake for himself after he finished his own.
"I'm alright with it."
The boys looked over to the booth next to their, where the three brothers were sitting.
"I agree, she was annoying as hell." "That trip to America will be a lot more peaceful without her." Kuroki and Togano agreed with Jumonji.
"Come on, you guys." Mamori frowned. "You must know by now that she's nothing like that."
"Well... She IS scary." Yukimitsu quietly said.
"Maybe, but she's part of the team." Sena said. "She joined to train alongside us, so... She has to go to America with us!"

"But how to we get her to come back?" Monta folded his arms. "She's the one who quit, and she's hard to convince."
There was a moment of silence. The three brothers told them good luck ironically before leaving the diner. Those who remained let out a collective sigh.
"Ah, Mamori-nee-chan. Yukimitsu-senpai" Sena looked at her. "You've known her longer than us, do you have any idea?"
"Well..." Mamori said as the two second-year students looked at each-other. "I never really talked to her before, so I wouldn't know..."
"Me neither." Yukimitsu shook his head.
"Hiruma would though, from what I understand, the two of them have been in the same class since middle-school, somehow..."
"I don't think he's up for conversation right now." Monta leaned back. "You remember after (L/n) left? He just said there was something he had to do, then he left without a word and we haven't heard from him since. I mean, weren't we supposed to leave Japan immediately?!"
"Maybe the NASA Aliens' return tickets aren't for a few days?" Mamori tilted her head. "But, it is strange that he didn't give us any time of departure or anything."