Mamori jerked at the sudden feel of the warm hand on her forehead. She looked up to see Hiruma sitting at the desk beside her own. She jolted up remembering she was still in class only to see that the room was empty and gravity pulling her down again, her head was throbbing.
"You look like shit, Fucking Manager."
Mamori massaged her temples, she really don't have the strength to deal with Hiruma right now when she felt like chibi Huh huh brothers were going at her head with their baseball bats.
"Kekeke. A member of the Disciplinary committee was sleeping on the last period!"
Mamori did recall listening diligently about the Boshin War from their History Professor when her eyes started drooping. A small thump was heard by the entire class when her head fell on her desk. And when the Professor tried to approach her a rubber bullet would be an inch away his feet, courtesy of the resident devil. But she does not need to know the last part.
"Then go write it in your blackmail notebook or something!" she hissed annoyed. A vein popping out of her forehead.
"You know I don't fucking blackmail girlfriends, Love."
Mamori looked up to see that shit-eating smirk he had on his face. He always knew how to push her buttons! Ever since they had started third year highschool the rumors about her and Hiruma dating just got worse. She got tired of denying and Hiruma does not even bother so they'd just stop caring. And the jerk was even using it to tease or embarrass her! She decided to play along this time.
"Now why don't you be a nice boyfriend and walk me home Hiruma-kun?" she asked sweetly, venom underneath every word she said.
To her horror, his smirk turned into a full evil grin which usually meant trouble. "My, my. I thought you'd never ask Fucking Girlfriend."
He stood up at full height and grabbed both his and her bag. "Can you stand? Or do you want me to carry you? Aren't you glad about my bench-press, I will still be able to carry you even you're pigging out with those Fucking Creampuffs--"
"I'm not fat!" Mamori did not even know where she got the strength to smack him, for some reason she was feeling a lot better than earlier.
"Kekeke! We ain't even married yet but I'm already a battered husband?" He cackled gleefully as he grabbed her arm and led her out of the classroom, more like dragged. For some reason just as when he stopped dodging her mothering (the first time he was bouncing his feet during the death march, when world cup she finally broke down that wall). This jerk just liked invading her personal space.
"What time is it?" Mamori suddenly asked noticing they were the only ones left at school, even the younger Devilbats are not in the field for their afternoon practice.
"Past 5. You slept like a fucking log."
"Eh? Where is the team?" she asked. Even though Hiruma is not the captain anymore he made sure that the brats are still practicing well. The third years also participates in practice games, not on the official ones though. Hiruma just bends the rules, he never breaks them.
"Fucking Fatty insisted they see the field before the first year brats' first match for Fall tomorrow. He said something about tradition and all that shit."
"Why you did not go with them?"
His smirk was back again, where is her mop when she needs to swipe that stupid smirk out of his face, "What? You expect me to leave my Fucking Girlfriend while she snores like a banshee--"
"Hiruma-kun!" Mamori swears there is steam coming out of her ears as Hiruma cackled to the verge of tears. What is it about teasing her that makes this devil so, so ...happy.
