[Story/Fanfic] Signs of Affection, Part 4
Title: Signs of Affection, Part 4
Rating: T
Wordcount: 557
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: And here's Part 4! If you read this, you'd notice I didn't quite get into much detail on a number of scenes. This is because most of us have already read it in the manga, and the conversation was a bit long so I didn't feel like pointing it out too much. Hopefully, Hiruma and Mamori developed pretty well on this one.
Part 5 will be the last one for this. Do look out for it in a day or so. ^^
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Hiruma was still not used to the idea of touching others, but he grew used to Mamori touching him, as they were mostly slight and quick. She was fast when it came to bandaging so he could almost ignore her whenever she helped him. That way, he could pretend that, despite these moments where he had to depend on her, he could still depend on himself.
But the inevitable happened. When he broke his right arm during the game against the Hakushuu Dinosaurs, everything seemed to crash before them. He remembered how unbearable the pain was, the constant blackouts, and how she stayed by his side, witnessing every strain in his breath. After a while, he heard her mention the replacement players possible for the game, and he grinned, remembering how he knew she was smart.
After a while he knew how much the team needed him and how they must win. He got up and instructed her to bandage his arm. But unlike before, she was slow… as though by moving too fast she was going to break him. He didn’t show any signs of pain as she bandaged his right arm, only his heavy breath giving way. But Mamori winced, momentarily touched his arm, and then quickly wrapped it. Hiruma bit his lip to keep himself from crying out, and somehow, just by that slight touch, Mamori knew he was fooling no one.
Instantly she tried to talk him out of it. He knew he couldn’t offer any words of assurance, so he tricked her using the only method he had always planned to use for a much better time than this, but it was the only way to convince her. Resigned and obviously defeated, Mamori kept her distance from him temporarily. He couldn’t feel her touch like he usually did as she helped him put his football gear and jersey on, whether it's because of the pain or she was keeping herself distant again, he wasn't sure.
And as he came on to the field, after using his known “Scare them to death” strategy on the players of Hakushuu, he knew he still needed to put his helmet on. He turned towards Mamori, tears still filled her eyes, with his helmet in her hands. They looked at each other for a short moment and he quickly turned his back towards her. She put his helmet on his head with shaky hands and he was about to leave when suddenly… he felt her hand on his back. He heard her take a deep breath as though she was about to say something, but instead she fought back a sob.
It was the first time anyone had placed their hands on his back. The feeling was strange and almost repulsive at first as his independent self emerged. And then he remembered why she did it, he remembered her determined face as she picked up the pieces of the ripped letter. Instantly the feelings disappeared, to be replaced with feelings he recognized. It was the same form of support she gave all the time. But unlike before where she would use words and simple actions to show this, it was obvious they failed her, and this was the only way she could show that she was still there.
He then proceeded towards the game without looking back.
Rating: T
Wordcount: 557
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: And here's Part 4! If you read this, you'd notice I didn't quite get into much detail on a number of scenes. This is because most of us have already read it in the manga, and the conversation was a bit long so I didn't feel like pointing it out too much. Hopefully, Hiruma and Mamori developed pretty well on this one.
Part 5 will be the last one for this. Do look out for it in a day or so. ^^
~*~
Hiruma was still not used to the idea of touching others, but he grew used to Mamori touching him, as they were mostly slight and quick. She was fast when it came to bandaging so he could almost ignore her whenever she helped him. That way, he could pretend that, despite these moments where he had to depend on her, he could still depend on himself.
But the inevitable happened. When he broke his right arm during the game against the Hakushuu Dinosaurs, everything seemed to crash before them. He remembered how unbearable the pain was, the constant blackouts, and how she stayed by his side, witnessing every strain in his breath. After a while, he heard her mention the replacement players possible for the game, and he grinned, remembering how he knew she was smart.
After a while he knew how much the team needed him and how they must win. He got up and instructed her to bandage his arm. But unlike before, she was slow… as though by moving too fast she was going to break him. He didn’t show any signs of pain as she bandaged his right arm, only his heavy breath giving way. But Mamori winced, momentarily touched his arm, and then quickly wrapped it. Hiruma bit his lip to keep himself from crying out, and somehow, just by that slight touch, Mamori knew he was fooling no one.
Instantly she tried to talk him out of it. He knew he couldn’t offer any words of assurance, so he tricked her using the only method he had always planned to use for a much better time than this, but it was the only way to convince her. Resigned and obviously defeated, Mamori kept her distance from him temporarily. He couldn’t feel her touch like he usually did as she helped him put his football gear and jersey on, whether it's because of the pain or she was keeping herself distant again, he wasn't sure.
And as he came on to the field, after using his known “Scare them to death” strategy on the players of Hakushuu, he knew he still needed to put his helmet on. He turned towards Mamori, tears still filled her eyes, with his helmet in her hands. They looked at each other for a short moment and he quickly turned his back towards her. She put his helmet on his head with shaky hands and he was about to leave when suddenly… he felt her hand on his back. He heard her take a deep breath as though she was about to say something, but instead she fought back a sob.
It was the first time anyone had placed their hands on his back. The feeling was strange and almost repulsive at first as his independent self emerged. And then he remembered why she did it, he remembered her determined face as she picked up the pieces of the ripped letter. Instantly the feelings disappeared, to be replaced with feelings he recognized. It was the same form of support she gave all the time. But unlike before where she would use words and simple actions to show this, it was obvious they failed her, and this was the only way she could show that she was still there.
He then proceeded towards the game without looking back.