Drabble-ness!
Title: You've got Something on your Face
Genre: Mild mild Fluff
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Spoilers: Well I threw in a doodle I did on Suzuna, so if you don't know who she is, then I guess it's mild spoilery XD
Summary: A little scene set after a day of training after school.
Mamori Anezaki greeted the Devil Bats as they entered the club room, exhausted out of their wits. Sena's uniform, Mamori noted, was even a bit fringed at the edges and she made a mental note to sew up his shirt before they left for the day. Monta, who was usually excited regardless of the hardships he had to take because of their Captain, grinned at her as he boasted about how he caught every ball that Hiruma launched at him. She merely smiled, "Good work everyone! You're all really improving!"
Hiruma was the last to enter the club room, towel hanging off his waist as usual. He was grinning snarkily, raking a hand through his blonde spiky hair but glanced at their manager as she swept the last of the dirt in the clubroom, outside.
Mamori glanced up as she felt a shadow loom over her.
Hiruma was fixing her with a stare and she prepared to retaliate with a remark at his usual "Fucking Manager!" comment but was surprised when he merely leaned over to brush something at her cheek.
His fingers glided on the side of her face, nearly brushing her lips and she blushed at the sudden contact. Hiruma then brought the finger to his mouth and licked it, somewhat thoughtful.
She stared at his back as he turned around and strolled towards his locker. Her hand went up to touch where his fingers had brushed by and her mouth slowly worked wordlessly. When Mamori was about to exclaim his name, Hiruma commented, "You got something on your face, fucking manager. Maybe you shouldn't eat so many sweets, or you'll get fat."
Mamori blushed to the roots of her hair, having been caught with creamy crumbs on her face. She stomped her foot indignantly as she brought her broom up in rage. "W-w-what are you talking about?!" she sputtered as she rubbed furiously at her face clean. That man was so infuriating sometimes! she thought to herself as she huffed and turned around to sweep some more.
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That's it! XD Really short I know, and I still have that -smut- piece I promised _sashimi but I've been so out of the writing/drawing loop that I can't seem to grasp these characters right yet XD Forgive my crappy drawings, comments and critique are welcome! XD Here's a doodle page I did too.
Genre: Mild mild Fluff
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Spoilers: Well I threw in a doodle I did on Suzuna, so if you don't know who she is, then I guess it's mild spoilery XD
Summary: A little scene set after a day of training after school.
Mamori Anezaki greeted the Devil Bats as they entered the club room, exhausted out of their wits. Sena's uniform, Mamori noted, was even a bit fringed at the edges and she made a mental note to sew up his shirt before they left for the day. Monta, who was usually excited regardless of the hardships he had to take because of their Captain, grinned at her as he boasted about how he caught every ball that Hiruma launched at him. She merely smiled, "Good work everyone! You're all really improving!"
Hiruma was the last to enter the club room, towel hanging off his waist as usual. He was grinning snarkily, raking a hand through his blonde spiky hair but glanced at their manager as she swept the last of the dirt in the clubroom, outside.
Mamori glanced up as she felt a shadow loom over her.
Hiruma was fixing her with a stare and she prepared to retaliate with a remark at his usual "Fucking Manager!" comment but was surprised when he merely leaned over to brush something at her cheek.
His fingers glided on the side of her face, nearly brushing her lips and she blushed at the sudden contact. Hiruma then brought the finger to his mouth and licked it, somewhat thoughtful.
She stared at his back as he turned around and strolled towards his locker. Her hand went up to touch where his fingers had brushed by and her mouth slowly worked wordlessly. When Mamori was about to exclaim his name, Hiruma commented, "You got something on your face, fucking manager. Maybe you shouldn't eat so many sweets, or you'll get fat."
Mamori blushed to the roots of her hair, having been caught with creamy crumbs on her face. She stomped her foot indignantly as she brought her broom up in rage. "W-w-what are you talking about?!" she sputtered as she rubbed furiously at her face clean. That man was so infuriating sometimes! she thought to herself as she huffed and turned around to sweep some more.
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That's it! XD Really short I know, and I still have that -smut- piece I promised _sashimi but I've been so out of the writing/drawing loop that I can't seem to grasp these characters right yet XD Forgive my crappy drawings, comments and critique are welcome! XD Here's a doodle page I did too.