Cherry Imp (Eyeshield 21 || Hiruma x reader)

A real team - prejudices

What happened at the airport was a beautiful moment, team spirit was high, everyone was psyched! But now that you guys left, hopped back on the truck and drove, you and your teammates realized that you had no idea where you were going, or what this Death March even was...
"We all kinda got into a ticket-ripping frenzy over there, huh...?" Monta said after you guys stopped by a gas station to refill the tank.
"How do we get back to Japan in time for the fall tournament?" Yukimitsu asked.
"Hell, back before school starts again." you mumbled.
"We walk back to Japan." Hiruma smirked, his hands on his hips.
"HUH???" you all exclaimed.
"Walk...?" Yukimitsu blinked twice. "What about the Pacific ocean?"
"Oh my fuckin' god, are we gonna row boats?!" you asked with big eyes.
"Huh. Not a bad idea..." Hiruma mumbled, his gaze wandering. "I'll use that someday."
"Don't you dare!!!"
He cackled before addressing everyone.

"We can earn all the money we'll need for plane tickets over on the west coast."
"Oh thank goodness." your teammates let out a sigh of relief.
You raised an eyebrow, waiting for Hiruma's classic sick twist.
"We'll earn the money on the West coast... You can't mean..." Mamori frowned.
"Las Vegas." he casually said.
"HUH????" the boys shouted.
"You don't earn money there!" she glared.
"What kind of plot you got going on for casinos?" you asked.
"What do you mean?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Don't play innocent." you pointed at him.
"I'm just really lucky."
"Ha! Like you'd leave anything up to luck!"

"Alright let's roll!" he faced the road. "We got forty days to walk 2000 kilometers from Texas to Las Vegas! Our ultimate training regimen is a trip across America!"
"That's the Death March?!" Monta asked, baffled.
"It really is torture..." Sena said, his face pale.
"Kekekeke! Dream on, that's not the half of it!"
You gulped.
"Remember, we're cramming a full year of training into forty days." he faced the team. "This is a marathon combined with position-specific training."
"Position-specific?" Monta and Yukimitsu asked.
Hiruma smirked and took out a riffle.

"Yaaaa-ha!!!"
He shot at their feet and they ran.
"Square-in!" he shouted, running after them.
"2000 kilometers of that?!" Sena stared at them as they left.
"Thank god we're linemen." Kuroki said to his teammates.
They all nodded. Coach slammed a hand against the truck, getting their attention.
"We don't have nearly enough gas to get all the way to the West coast." he said. "You intending to leave the Devil Bat Rig behind?"
"....Oh no!!!" they all exclaimed.

Next thing they knew, they were pushing the truck.
"Come on, push!" the coach said from the driver seat. "We haven't moved an inch!"
His eyes fell on you, looking back and forth between the ones pushing and the ones running.
"Oi. Impie."
"Never fuckin' call me that ever again, old drunk." you glared.
He laughed. That made you frown.
"From what I've learned, you want to train alongside your team."
"...I do." you nodded.
"Then how about this, every three days, you switch between running and pushing."
"...Okay."

'I've done enough running, I think. Time to build strength.'
On your way to join the linemen, you watched as the coach gave Sena a rock. His training was to run and kick it, and to not lose it, no matter what, or else he'd have to restart all over again. Sena, looking terrified, began running.
"Alright assholes, make way!" you exclaimed to your teammates.
"Ha?" "Ha?!" "HA?!" the brothers looked at you.
"Move!" you glared.
"Eeeee!!!" they moved to the side.
"Ah! (Y/n)! You're finally training with us!" Kurita beamed.
"Moh! Welcome!" Komosubi nodded.
"We'll see if you're still looking down on us after that." Jumonji smirked.
"Yeah!" Togano said. "Let's see you walk a mile in our shoes!"
"Uh, 2000 kilometers to be exact!" Kuroji added, making himself and the other two laugh.
"Shut the fuck up and push!!!" you shouted.

You guys have been at it for a couple of hours now. You and the linemen were groaning in pain, sweating bullets.
"It's so hot!" Mamori said from the passenger seat. "Are they going to be okay?" she asked the coach, who climbed up to the roof.
"They'll start dropping like flies any minute now." he giggled. "Place your bets, who's gonna give out first?"
He looked through a pair of binauculars at each and every one of the Devil Bats members. Everyone was struggling like crazy.
"Mmh, tough call." he mumbled. "But..." he looked at you. "My money's on the girl."