[Story/Fanfic] Signs of Affection, Part 2
Title: Signs of Affection, Part 2
Rating: T
Wordcount: 434
Warnings: A little emo-ish, and as usual, Hiruma's foul mouth.
Summary: Hiruma was not used to the idea of affection and support, especially through touching. That is, until she arrived. [HiruMamo]
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here! They belong to the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Comments: Here's Part 2 of what was meant to be a one shot. XD Wanted to invest a little more on certain scenes where it was obvious that Hiruma wasn't used to any form of affection. Probably a tiny bit OOC here but C&C welcome and thanks for reading!
Part 3 will be up in a day or so.
~*~
During his time in Deimon, they both kept their distance from each other, holding on to the fact that he was the Quarterback, keeping the team together, and she was the Manager, supporting the team, including himself.
He would watch her pat Sena’s back at times, or even hug him. Sometimes she’d hold Sena’s hand and drag him all over the place. He watched as she’d instantly grab Sena and pushed him behind her, holding her broom and glaring at him with those threatening eyes which never failed to amuse him.
Yet when they were together, working on their next play, studying other teams, he realized Mamori would come really close to him yet kept her distance. It didn’t bother him. In fact, he was glad. Knowing how smart she is, she understood he liked to keep his distance and this showed that she respected it.
But there were times where she would purposely cross the line to support him. The first time she did it was when they were on their way to Vegas, and the Death March took a serious toll on his knee. He didn’t expect her to come and bandage his knee. He glared at her as if to say, I thought you knew to keep your distance.
And she looked back at him in reply, I know, but you need me.
In annoyance, he shook his leg. He expected it to be the first and last time. He continued to tell himself that he didn’t have to depend on anyone, and he could do things alone. It was just his luck that the Fucking Manager caught him at the time.
But he soon discovered that Mamori was a lot smarter than he thought she was. After their match against Shinryuuji Naga, Hiruma wasted no time in preparing for their match against Ojyou White Knights. He must support the team, he must bring them to victory, was all he could think of. The next thing he knew, Mamori was behind him, asking about his body aches. She didn’t touch his back, as he knew she would normally do for others, but instead ‘touched’ him using a scarf. He was glad again that the Fucking Manager was keeping her distance until she said those words that changed his opinion of her.
“You don’t need to strain everything on yourself for everyone,” she said. “Everyone is fine. You won’t be let down.”
It was from that day on did he accept any form of support he could get from her… which included her bandaging him.
Rating: T
Wordcount: 434
Warnings: A little emo-ish, and as usual, Hiruma's foul mouth.
Summary: Hiruma was not used to the idea of affection and support, especially through touching. That is, until she arrived. [HiruMamo]
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here! They belong to the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Comments: Here's Part 2 of what was meant to be a one shot. XD Wanted to invest a little more on certain scenes where it was obvious that Hiruma wasn't used to any form of affection. Probably a tiny bit OOC here but C&C welcome and thanks for reading!
Part 3 will be up in a day or so.
~*~
During his time in Deimon, they both kept their distance from each other, holding on to the fact that he was the Quarterback, keeping the team together, and she was the Manager, supporting the team, including himself.
He would watch her pat Sena’s back at times, or even hug him. Sometimes she’d hold Sena’s hand and drag him all over the place. He watched as she’d instantly grab Sena and pushed him behind her, holding her broom and glaring at him with those threatening eyes which never failed to amuse him.
Yet when they were together, working on their next play, studying other teams, he realized Mamori would come really close to him yet kept her distance. It didn’t bother him. In fact, he was glad. Knowing how smart she is, she understood he liked to keep his distance and this showed that she respected it.
But there were times where she would purposely cross the line to support him. The first time she did it was when they were on their way to Vegas, and the Death March took a serious toll on his knee. He didn’t expect her to come and bandage his knee. He glared at her as if to say, I thought you knew to keep your distance.
And she looked back at him in reply, I know, but you need me.
In annoyance, he shook his leg. He expected it to be the first and last time. He continued to tell himself that he didn’t have to depend on anyone, and he could do things alone. It was just his luck that the Fucking Manager caught him at the time.
But he soon discovered that Mamori was a lot smarter than he thought she was. After their match against Shinryuuji Naga, Hiruma wasted no time in preparing for their match against Ojyou White Knights. He must support the team, he must bring them to victory, was all he could think of. The next thing he knew, Mamori was behind him, asking about his body aches. She didn’t touch his back, as he knew she would normally do for others, but instead ‘touched’ him using a scarf. He was glad again that the Fucking Manager was keeping her distance until she said those words that changed his opinion of her.
“You don’t need to strain everything on yourself for everyone,” she said. “Everyone is fine. You won’t be let down.”
It was from that day on did he accept any form of support he could get from her… which included her bandaging him.