[One Shot] Underneath the Mistletoe
Title: Underneath the Mistletoe
Rating: K+
Word Count: 476
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Caught under the mistletoe, Hiruma and Mamori ponder on what to do next...
Notes: Written for Yuki119 on DeviantArt as a prize for winning Third Place in last month's hiruma_x_mamori's prompt. Her prompt was mistletoe with some additional plot points, which I hope was incorporated well enough here. Overall, it was fun to write a simple piece that included my favourite part about writing HiruMamo: their bantering. XD Enjoy!
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Closing his laptop and packing it away, Hiruma finally decided to call it a day after hours of training and going through strategies. It was dark, and as it was December, the weather was now pretty cold. He could feel a draft coming from the open door where the Fucking Manager stood waiting for him as she had the keys to lock the clubhouse.
As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed Mamori was distracted by something just above the door. Hiruma noticed it too as he walked closer, for hanging just above the doorway was...
... Mistletoe.
"Who put it there?" Mamori asked as Hiruma drew closer to her and the mistletoe.
"I'm guessing it's the Fucking Skates."
"But why?"
Hiruma looked away from the mistletoe to give Mamori a look of pure disbelief. "What do you mean why? She obviously set this up."
"For what?"
"What do you think a fucking mistletoe is for?"
Mamori crossed her arms defensively. "Well, I know that traditionally any two people caught under this are supposed to kiss, but I don't see why she had to do this."
"Because it's obvious we would be the last fucking two to leave today and we would both be by the door when we leave?"
"So wait, does that mean...?"
"Don't be so dense, Fucking Manager. It's exactly what you think it is."
Mamori blushed, though it could be because it was getting colder. "Well..." Mamori spoke up. "What do we do now?"
Hiruma grinned. "I don't know, what do YOU think we should do, Fucking Manager?"
"Hiruma-kun!" she cried exasperatedly. Fine time for him to throw this mess back at her. "Right, I'm sure we can ignore this. Just move so that I can lock up and we can get going."
"And what if I refuse?"
"Hiruma-kun, now is NOT the time to be a tease! We're both cold and tired and there's no way I'm going to let some childish tradition stand in the way of-"
Mamori suddenly felt something warm and soft pressed harshly against her lips. It took a few seconds for her to realise that Hiruma was kissing her, that when he pulled away she found herself missing the warmth of his lips on hers.
"You know instead of babbling incessantly, you could've just got it fucking done and over with," Hiruma cackled as he grinned at her and took the keys from her hands to lock up the clubhouse.
Mamori stood stunned for a moment before her senses finally kicked in and she shouted, "You were TEASING me! I knew it!"
Hiruma cackled even louder as Mamori attempted to smack him, which he quickly avoided. Holding her hand in his, Mamori frowning childishly, they walked out of the school as Hiruma mentally told himself to reward the Fucking Skates for a job well done.
Rating: K+
Word Count: 476
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Caught under the mistletoe, Hiruma and Mamori ponder on what to do next...
Notes: Written for Yuki119 on DeviantArt as a prize for winning Third Place in last month's hiruma_x_mamori's prompt. Her prompt was mistletoe with some additional plot points, which I hope was incorporated well enough here. Overall, it was fun to write a simple piece that included my favourite part about writing HiruMamo: their bantering. XD Enjoy!
~*~
Closing his laptop and packing it away, Hiruma finally decided to call it a day after hours of training and going through strategies. It was dark, and as it was December, the weather was now pretty cold. He could feel a draft coming from the open door where the Fucking Manager stood waiting for him as she had the keys to lock the clubhouse.
As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed Mamori was distracted by something just above the door. Hiruma noticed it too as he walked closer, for hanging just above the doorway was...
... Mistletoe.
"Who put it there?" Mamori asked as Hiruma drew closer to her and the mistletoe.
"I'm guessing it's the Fucking Skates."
"But why?"
Hiruma looked away from the mistletoe to give Mamori a look of pure disbelief. "What do you mean why? She obviously set this up."
"For what?"
"What do you think a fucking mistletoe is for?"
Mamori crossed her arms defensively. "Well, I know that traditionally any two people caught under this are supposed to kiss, but I don't see why she had to do this."
"Because it's obvious we would be the last fucking two to leave today and we would both be by the door when we leave?"
"So wait, does that mean...?"
"Don't be so dense, Fucking Manager. It's exactly what you think it is."
Mamori blushed, though it could be because it was getting colder. "Well..." Mamori spoke up. "What do we do now?"
Hiruma grinned. "I don't know, what do YOU think we should do, Fucking Manager?"
"Hiruma-kun!" she cried exasperatedly. Fine time for him to throw this mess back at her. "Right, I'm sure we can ignore this. Just move so that I can lock up and we can get going."
"And what if I refuse?"
"Hiruma-kun, now is NOT the time to be a tease! We're both cold and tired and there's no way I'm going to let some childish tradition stand in the way of-"
Mamori suddenly felt something warm and soft pressed harshly against her lips. It took a few seconds for her to realise that Hiruma was kissing her, that when he pulled away she found herself missing the warmth of his lips on hers.
"You know instead of babbling incessantly, you could've just got it fucking done and over with," Hiruma cackled as he grinned at her and took the keys from her hands to lock up the clubhouse.
Mamori stood stunned for a moment before her senses finally kicked in and she shouted, "You were TEASING me! I knew it!"
Hiruma cackled even louder as Mamori attempted to smack him, which he quickly avoided. Holding her hand in his, Mamori frowning childishly, they walked out of the school as Hiruma mentally told himself to reward the Fucking Skates for a job well done.