Love is... [Eyeshield21: Hiruma x Mamori]

Love is...

1. Love is… can’t help wanting to annoy you.

[3rd year, Deimon High]

The rest of the Devilbats, well except for Musashi of course, watched in horror as their Ex-Captain, Hiruma Youichi stalked in the table where in the creampuffs prepared for the American Football Try-outs lie innocently.

He cackled gleefully as he grabbed one innocent creampuff, gasps were heard all over the clubhouse. The Commander from Hell who they knew hated sugar very, very much suddenly became interested with creampuffs.

He waltz his way out of the clubhouse to the direction of his Fucking Manager who was currently sweeping outside, he was towering her while she had her back at him.

“Fucking Manager!” he called.

The moment Mamori turned to him he instantly held the creampuff on her lips. “Kekekekeke!” he cackled evilly as the cream splattered on his manager’s angelic face. At that exact moment he held a digital camera capturing a perfect picture where her eyes were widening comically, cream all over her face.

After showing her the said picture, he immediately ran for his life while cackling his heart out.

“Mou! Hiruma-kun!” Mamori shouted, puffed her cheeks, gripped her broom and ran after her quarterback.

2. Love is… simply cuddling before the TV.

[1st year, Saikyoudai College]

“40-yard dash is 4.9 seconds and passing accuracy was fucking average.” Hiruma commented as he pointed at the starting quarterback of Zokuto University.

“But that data was already three months ago, maybe he has already improved.” Mamori commented as she proceeded to get a creampuff on the coffee table.

Hiruma started to reach his gum on his pocket occasionally nudging Mamori’s side. He merely glanced at her noting their close proximity. His stare wandered to her face which was happily munching on a creampuff while focused on the TV.
He shrugged. He can probably get used to this.

3. Love is… waking up next to the one you love.

Mamori woke up at a distinct noise from a TV sounding from a “touchdown” followed by the roar of the crowd. She massaged her temple gently. Falling asleep on the coffee table was not a good idea.

She propped up her elbows a little, noticing that a blanket was carefully draped over her shoulders. She turned her head slightly only to find the sleeping face of Hiruma beside her. Strays of blonde hair was covering his face. She smiled warmly as she gently fiddled with his bangs.

She moved closer and shared the blanket with him. She closed her eyes again. Maybe falling asleep on the coffee table while watching football games wasn’t that bad if she could wake up next to him.

4. Love is… wanting your attention.

[World Cup Arc]

Hiruma narrowed his eyes violently as he watched the god damn Team Japan turned into fucking babies around his Manager. Even the Fucking Dreads had started sweet talking to her, and wait- did that Fucking Caveman just smiled at her?

“Keh.” He spat as he removed the safety of his gun.

This earned a chuckle from Musashi which was fortunately or unfortunately, was standing beside him.

He glared daggers at the kicker. “You couldn’t have brought her along, you know exactly this would’ve happened.”

He looked at Musashi like he had just grown two heads. That is exactly the reason why he had brought her along. He doesn’t want to leave his Manager in Deimon knowing how many boys would ogle at her there.