His [Eyeshield21: Hiruma x Mamori]

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It was a sunny day and currently the Deimon Devilbats were game face on with their afternoon practice. The game against the Bando Spiders will not be in a week from now but they all refused to slack off.

"Hiruma-san's grumpier than usual MAX. What do you think Sena?"

"Umm.. I d-don't th--."

"WHAT ARE YOU GOSSIPING ABOUT FUCKING CHIBIS? BACK TO PRACTICE!" cue a round of gunshots.

"HAI!" chorused the said chibis and dashed away to the field like they were being trailed by a hungry Cerberus.

"Tch." The devilish captain frowned as he picked up the football and his eyes darted to Rice-kun and aimed to throw. It barely managed to go inside the hole.

Hiruma growled in annoyance as the outcome of his throw was a little more powerful than he intended it to be. He cursed under his breath. Fucking Manager.

His eyes side glanced at the other side of the field where in the cheerleaders were practicing their routine. He caught a glimpse of the auburn hair as she was thrown up in the air and posed gracefully. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Well apparently the loud mouthed cheerleader had forced the fucking manager to fill in one of the flyers on the cheerleading team because one of them had to go back to America.

Hiruma had strongly objected about it saying he needed her to be at the bench but Suzuna beat it to him saying that she will be only performing with them on the second half, and kidnapped the fucking manager to force her in that cheerleading uniform.

Oh yes, the cheerleading uniform. The fucking thing was the reason why he was royally pissed. That fucking costume that showed his fucking manager's tiny waist, especially that cute little navel of hers. He growled once again as he noticed a number of his fanboys currently gawking at her.

He trigger finger itched for one of his guns when he saw a flick of hands and a fucking manager who was poised on top of the others looking at him with a worried expression.

'Is there something wrong?'

Tch. Really? Did she not notice those drooling fools staring at her toned stomach? He barely contained himself to roll his eyes at her. Instead he just a raised a brow at her and kept a poker face as he once again picked up a football and started to focus on his throwing practice.

xxXxx

Hiruma was typing in his laptop as he observed the Fucking Manager in the doorway of the clubhouse. He knew that the Fucking Manager was worried about him because she actually said that she had to review some data and hadn't gone home with the Fucking pipsqueak when there wasn't really anything to review with, she had already done that earlier.

"Take care Sena, Suzuna-chan!" she said cheerily as she waved at the running back and cheerleader.

Mamori was readying herself to give a piece of her mind to Hiruma (which was hard because he usually ignored her rants) as she closed the door of the clubhouse only to find that he had already set his laptop aside and was casually sitting on the couch. He was actually staring at her, a rather intense stare to be exact.

"Come here."

Seemed like she was enthranced by his voice that she found herself moving towards him completely forgetting her agenda. She was a feet away when he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently in front of him so that she was standing in between his legs.

Mamori barely stifled a gasp as he wrapped his hands around her and buried his face into her abdomen. Her eyes softened as she gently pat his blonde locks as he nuzzled his face deeper into her stomach.

"What's with you? You're not focused with your throws earlier." she said softly as she pat his head.

"Hn..." she could feel his hot breath on the thin material of her white shirt. He got up a little and placed his hands on either side of her waist.

"Kyaaa! Hiruma what-?" Mamori panicked and tried to get away from him when he suddenly lifted her shirt and licked her abdomen.

He growled. "Tch. Hold fucking still."

Mamori was blushing heavily and already had her hands on his shoulders stopping him half heartedly. "H-hiruma-kun what are y-you doing?"

"Drop out of that of that fucking cheerleading." he growled as he assaulted her tummy with open mouth kisses.

"I c-can't, I already promised Suzuna-chan- Kyaaa!" He bit her.

"Tch. Fucking troublesome." he mused as he started to suckle the area he bit. He grinned evilly. Mamori yelping at the background.

And the following scenes will be left to your imagination because it would be rated M if i go further.

xxXxx

A week later...

"Eh? Mamo-nee?" Suzuna asked astonished as Mamori came to the warming up cheerleaders with a different version of the cheerleader's uniform.

She wore a black leotard and leggings underneath the red material. She held out the box of the said items to Suzuna to be distributed to the rest so they could change.

"Ah. I s-suggested it to Hiruma-kun so the cheerleaders wouldn't be that too much cold, you know winter is approaching." Mamori said as she smiled sheepishly to Suzuna.

Though Suzuna noticed the light blush on her cheeks she didn't pressed further and just changed immediately as the half time show was minutes to go.

On the other side of the field the ever stoic Musashi raised a brow after seeing Mamori and turned to Hiruma.

"What's with the sudden change?" the kicker said as he motioned to Mamori.

"Ah. Fucking Manager lectured about a thing called decency and suggested that. Fucking annoying." he scoffed rather rudely but Musashi didn't fail to notice that evil glint on his eyes but chose to let it be.

Hiruma and Mamori caught each other's eyes causing her to blush furiously and him to cackle evilly.

Oh yes decency. He had to protect his Fucking Girlfriends decency as a disciplinary officer. What would they think if they would saw his love bites and large hickeys on her stomach? Well atleast now she wouldn't need to show too much skin, what's his is his and he doesn't like sharing. He grinned obviously proud of himself for a job well done.

"Kekekeke."