[Story/Fanfic] Signs of Affection, Part 3
Title: Signs of Affection, Part 3
Rating: T
Wordcount: 400
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 3 of what was meant to be a one shot. XD This one went a little off on my theme about Hiruma and physical contact, but it was mostly to develop Hiruma and what he thinks about the dangers of being tackled in a game (thanks to cosplaycat for the idea!), and his relationship with Mamori before I get into it again. So again, C&C are welcome to help me improve!
Part 4 will be up very soon.
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Hiruma was no fool to the dangers of American Football, having carefully observed the game since he was 10 and not long after, played it as well. He was also no stranger to being tackled and pushed to the ground, regardless of how much it displeased him.
As he planned their next match against the Hakushuu Dinosaurs, he mentally reminded himself with amusement how violent American Football could be. How it involved men fighting for dominance on the field, how he himself would fight against them and… how he could be a possible victim of this clash. It won’t be the first time that he fought head to head against another player, but this one was different. He knew he was not as strong or as able compared to the other Quarterbacks out there. If he was not careful, if Kurita can’t keep the line…
The look on her face when he gave her this possibility was something he did not expect. As Mamori ripped the letter he gave to her with the replacement names, Hiruma felt a sudden urge to grab her arm and stop her, but stopped himself just in time as she continued to keep her distance. “I know that I should be fired as a manager for doing this…” she said, her voice incredibly calm though her eyes showed otherwise. “But I already ripped it apart without reading it.”
She dropped every piece of the letter on the floor and walked past Hiruma without looking at him. “That’s why you definitely can’t get a serious injury!” And this time he heard a distinctive crack in her voice.
Her words sank in much deeper than he expected. Yet somehow he knew she wouldn’t leave things that way. He got out of his football gear and waited near the lockers where, as he expected, she came back about an hour later and picked up the ripped pieces without knowing he was there. She was quiet, there was no sniffing, or even red puffy eyes. What he saw, instead, was a face full of determination.
It was there that he learnt that the Fucking Manager was definitely someone he could depend on when the time came. But she’s still way too fucking naïve. Looking at his right hand, remembering how it instinctively rose to hold her, he thought she probably should have slapped him instead of ripping that letter.
Rating: T
Wordcount: 400
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 3 of what was meant to be a one shot. XD This one went a little off on my theme about Hiruma and physical contact, but it was mostly to develop Hiruma and what he thinks about the dangers of being tackled in a game (thanks to cosplaycat for the idea!), and his relationship with Mamori before I get into it again. So again, C&C are welcome to help me improve!
Part 4 will be up very soon.
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Hiruma was no fool to the dangers of American Football, having carefully observed the game since he was 10 and not long after, played it as well. He was also no stranger to being tackled and pushed to the ground, regardless of how much it displeased him.
As he planned their next match against the Hakushuu Dinosaurs, he mentally reminded himself with amusement how violent American Football could be. How it involved men fighting for dominance on the field, how he himself would fight against them and… how he could be a possible victim of this clash. It won’t be the first time that he fought head to head against another player, but this one was different. He knew he was not as strong or as able compared to the other Quarterbacks out there. If he was not careful, if Kurita can’t keep the line…
The look on her face when he gave her this possibility was something he did not expect. As Mamori ripped the letter he gave to her with the replacement names, Hiruma felt a sudden urge to grab her arm and stop her, but stopped himself just in time as she continued to keep her distance. “I know that I should be fired as a manager for doing this…” she said, her voice incredibly calm though her eyes showed otherwise. “But I already ripped it apart without reading it.”
She dropped every piece of the letter on the floor and walked past Hiruma without looking at him. “That’s why you definitely can’t get a serious injury!” And this time he heard a distinctive crack in her voice.
Her words sank in much deeper than he expected. Yet somehow he knew she wouldn’t leave things that way. He got out of his football gear and waited near the lockers where, as he expected, she came back about an hour later and picked up the ripped pieces without knowing he was there. She was quiet, there was no sniffing, or even red puffy eyes. What he saw, instead, was a face full of determination.
It was there that he learnt that the Fucking Manager was definitely someone he could depend on when the time came. But she’s still way too fucking naïve. Looking at his right hand, remembering how it instinctively rose to hold her, he thought she probably should have slapped him instead of ripping that letter.