[One Shot] The White Day Rule
Title: The White Day Rule
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1,543
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Mamori has a strange rule she enforces every White Day. Hiruma complies, but is now thinking twice after noticing a change...
Notes: Written for this month's hiruma_x_mamori's prompt!
I actually struggled a lot with this one shot, I rewrote this twice, stopped midway, changed the direction of the middle scene a couple of times before finally deciding on this ending... and then struggled to feel comfortable with it. XD
I don't know why I took this route... I guess I wanted to do something different that added little elements of my fic Gravity and Wait For Me, and yet still retain some originality and fluffiness for all to enjoy. SO MUCH THOUGHT PROCESS FOR SOMETHING SO SIMPLE. I need to relax more. LOL! Thanks moodylollipop for going through it for me, editing and assuring me it's not as bad as I think. XD
Hope you enjoy it. Lots of love to hiruma_x_mamori for continuously making me rack my brain every month to write thee fics. Hooray for turning two years! And a happy belated birthday to honey_bee89 for being the awesome person who started it all!
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The problem with being in love with a woman whose actions have already become second nature to you, is that the moment something changes it comes as too quick and sudden of a blow to quickly wrap your head around. While this is normal for most people, for Hiruma Youichi, this is a big problem. After all, football tactics change dramatically and one can't help but compare that to a woman's heart that does the same. But why was the latter so much more incomprehensible?
So there he sat, glaring at the sight of a beautifully wrapped white package neatly tied up with lacy white ribbons that seemed the perfect addition to the pristine dining table in Anezaki Mamori's residence. This wouldn't have bothered him so much, if it weren't for the fact that today was White Day.
Now, Mamori had a rule that everyone around her knew, especially on White Day. And that was despite Mamori giving out chocolates on Valentine's Day, she would not accept any gifts on White Days. This was mostly because she was aware that the amount of gifts she would receive would be so overwhelming, she would more than likely just give them away to friends and charities. So far the only gifts she had never refused to date were from those who knew her well enough to give her Kariya creampuffs.
Because of that, the fact that an obvious White Day gift was present within Mamori's home on White Day caused Hiruma's mind to fall in to a whirlwind of possibilities, neither of which were pleasant. Hiruma narrowed down the possibilities of the people who would even dare to leave a present to a few guys who were either stupid or pretty daring. Then he wondered about the reasons why Mamori even kept this gift in the first place, or why she would even bother bringing it back to her place. Was she really going to give it away later? What if she decided to keep it?
"Hiruma-kun, are you all right?"
Her voice broke through his thoughts as he tore his gaze away from the gift and into Mamori's blue eyes that were looking at him curiously, with a tinge of concern. Her hair was tied up in a simple ponytail and she was dressed casually today in jeans and a t-shirt, highly inappropriate wear for what should be a special day for a girl who worked her ass off to give everyone chocolate just a month before.
"Fucking fine," Hiruma replied, getting up from his seat as he contemplated on whether to question Mamori about the gift or not. She didn't seem too bothered by its presence, and she didn't seem that excited by its existence either. But that could just be the way she was, and Hiruma wasn't going to let Mamori's good nature get the best of him again. "I see you've got something special."
Hiruma glanced at the gift once more and her gaze followed his to it. She let out a sigh and said, "Oh, that... I told him not to give it to me as I really cannot accept gifts on days like these, but he was really persistent and well..."
There was a light blush on Mamori's cheeks and a certain expression he'd seen her wear only for one particular person that they both knew. "Fucking charmed you again, didn't he?"
Mamori sighed again as she reached out to the gift and touched the lace ribbons gently. "I've never had to deal with someone like Yamato-kun before. I'm usually pretty strong against anyone's advances like that, but with him it takes a lot more effort than I realise..."
This was something Hiruma couldn't blame Mamori for. Yamato had been quite well known for his charming ways even back in Teikoku, but back then the former Alexanders Quarterback had been focused on nothing more than football and the desire to win. For some reason, since joining Saikyoudai, he'd been practicing his charm so frequently that even Mamori found him fascinating, having never seen a man be that way since she had been in an all girl's school in Middle School and well... Deimon just had a bunch of idiots around mostly.
"So what are you going to do with it?" Hiruma pressed on as he noticed that she was still staring at the gift.
"I don't know," Mamori admitted, as she looked at Hiruma uncertainly. "Can we just go and buy the supplies? I really don't want to waste my time thinking about this."
Seeing Mamori's distress, Hiruma decided it was probably a good idea not to push this any further. For now. The gift was left alone on her dining table and they began to walk out without saying another word. Hiruma glanced at her every so often, but he could see that Mamori was too deep in her own thoughts to really notice anything.
The truth was that Hiruma did contemplate on breaking Mamori's White Day rule, mostly because he really believed she deserved it. She was a hardworking woman, always thinking of others before herself and that deserved something for sure. But he knew that above everything, Mamori deserved his utmost respect, and this was something he was willing to comply with if it made her happy.
But there was no suppressing that nagging feeling, warning him that something just isn't right now that Yamato had managed to break through Mamori's defenses. And as much as he respected Mamori, there was no way he was going to let this one slide. "Kekeke, you really are terrible at receiving gifts," said Hiruma, putting on his maniacal grin.
Mamori, recognising that tone of voice, snapped out of her thoughts instantly and replied, "That's not the point! I just don't really need more material objects in my life, I have more than enough as it is!"
"And yet there you were giving out a hell load of material objects just the month before," he continued to tease.
Mamori flustered a little, unsure of where Hiruma's argument was leading. "Well... that's because it made people happy!"
"And don't you think it'd make people happy to give YOU something? So why the fucking ridiculous rule on not receiving anything on White Day? Can't just be because you don't want to wear jewelry all the fucking time," He grinned at her as she let out a frustrated sigh. They were both now standing by the sidewalk, waiting to cross the road as the pedestrian light remained red.
"I just..." Mamori shifted her feet and looked down. "I just want to receive gifts that are really meaningful, not out of obligation..."
Hiruma raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that fucking hypocritical, coming from you?"
"It is, isn't it?" Mamori took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she raised her head to look at him. "But to be completely honest, I really just want to receive gifts on White Day from someone who truly loves me... and not just some love out of adoration or admiration. Just... for me, for who I really am, weaknesses and all."
The lights finally turned green but they were both looking at each other so earnestly that they only realised this when someone's arm brushed against Hiruma's. With quick steps, they crossed the road just before the light began to flash. Once they were across, Hiruma asked, "So you think Fucking Prince Charming could be the one?"
"No!" Mamori instantly replied, although she began to blush and wear that expression once more. "At least... I don't think so. He seems sincere and kind, but I don't think he loves me in that way."
"You fucking sure?"
Mamori shrugged, though she smiled a little and gave Hiruma a meaningful look before looking forward. "I'll just have to let time be the judge of that. Whatever it is, I'll stick by my rule, regardless of what people think of me, until that moment comes."
Hiruma gave one last thoughtful glance at her before deciding that it was finally time to drop the subject and focus on the task at hand. After they'd bought the supplies that they needed, they split the supplies among themselves and agreed to bring it to Saikyoudai tomorrow. Hiruma took most of the bulk while Mamori carried the lighter ones, and then they went back to their respective homes.
The day would have ended without any other strange changes if Mamori didn't hear her doorbell ringing late in the night. She rushed out of bed, wondering who would come to see her at this hour. Seeing no one at the peephole, she opened the door to see if the person was still around, but was greeted instead with a couple of items at her doorstep, which surprised her, though her face instantly lit up when she examined them.
The next day, Hiruma grinned at the sight of Mamori apologetically returning Yamato's present... while wearing the small white butterfly hairpiece he had given her last night. And he had a feeling he would find the white lilies he also got her sitting in the middle of her dining table in the vase he'd seen her use a couple of times.
The creampuffs would be gone though.
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1,543
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely the creators of Eyeshield 21.
Summary: Mamori has a strange rule she enforces every White Day. Hiruma complies, but is now thinking twice after noticing a change...
Notes: Written for this month's hiruma_x_mamori's prompt!
I actually struggled a lot with this one shot, I rewrote this twice, stopped midway, changed the direction of the middle scene a couple of times before finally deciding on this ending... and then struggled to feel comfortable with it. XD
I don't know why I took this route... I guess I wanted to do something different that added little elements of my fic Gravity and Wait For Me, and yet still retain some originality and fluffiness for all to enjoy. SO MUCH THOUGHT PROCESS FOR SOMETHING SO SIMPLE. I need to relax more. LOL! Thanks moodylollipop for going through it for me, editing and assuring me it's not as bad as I think. XD
Hope you enjoy it. Lots of love to hiruma_x_mamori for continuously making me rack my brain every month to write thee fics. Hooray for turning two years! And a happy belated birthday to honey_bee89 for being the awesome person who started it all!
~*~
The problem with being in love with a woman whose actions have already become second nature to you, is that the moment something changes it comes as too quick and sudden of a blow to quickly wrap your head around. While this is normal for most people, for Hiruma Youichi, this is a big problem. After all, football tactics change dramatically and one can't help but compare that to a woman's heart that does the same. But why was the latter so much more incomprehensible?
So there he sat, glaring at the sight of a beautifully wrapped white package neatly tied up with lacy white ribbons that seemed the perfect addition to the pristine dining table in Anezaki Mamori's residence. This wouldn't have bothered him so much, if it weren't for the fact that today was White Day.
Now, Mamori had a rule that everyone around her knew, especially on White Day. And that was despite Mamori giving out chocolates on Valentine's Day, she would not accept any gifts on White Days. This was mostly because she was aware that the amount of gifts she would receive would be so overwhelming, she would more than likely just give them away to friends and charities. So far the only gifts she had never refused to date were from those who knew her well enough to give her Kariya creampuffs.
Because of that, the fact that an obvious White Day gift was present within Mamori's home on White Day caused Hiruma's mind to fall in to a whirlwind of possibilities, neither of which were pleasant. Hiruma narrowed down the possibilities of the people who would even dare to leave a present to a few guys who were either stupid or pretty daring. Then he wondered about the reasons why Mamori even kept this gift in the first place, or why she would even bother bringing it back to her place. Was she really going to give it away later? What if she decided to keep it?
"Hiruma-kun, are you all right?"
Her voice broke through his thoughts as he tore his gaze away from the gift and into Mamori's blue eyes that were looking at him curiously, with a tinge of concern. Her hair was tied up in a simple ponytail and she was dressed casually today in jeans and a t-shirt, highly inappropriate wear for what should be a special day for a girl who worked her ass off to give everyone chocolate just a month before.
"Fucking fine," Hiruma replied, getting up from his seat as he contemplated on whether to question Mamori about the gift or not. She didn't seem too bothered by its presence, and she didn't seem that excited by its existence either. But that could just be the way she was, and Hiruma wasn't going to let Mamori's good nature get the best of him again. "I see you've got something special."
Hiruma glanced at the gift once more and her gaze followed his to it. She let out a sigh and said, "Oh, that... I told him not to give it to me as I really cannot accept gifts on days like these, but he was really persistent and well..."
There was a light blush on Mamori's cheeks and a certain expression he'd seen her wear only for one particular person that they both knew. "Fucking charmed you again, didn't he?"
Mamori sighed again as she reached out to the gift and touched the lace ribbons gently. "I've never had to deal with someone like Yamato-kun before. I'm usually pretty strong against anyone's advances like that, but with him it takes a lot more effort than I realise..."
This was something Hiruma couldn't blame Mamori for. Yamato had been quite well known for his charming ways even back in Teikoku, but back then the former Alexanders Quarterback had been focused on nothing more than football and the desire to win. For some reason, since joining Saikyoudai, he'd been practicing his charm so frequently that even Mamori found him fascinating, having never seen a man be that way since she had been in an all girl's school in Middle School and well... Deimon just had a bunch of idiots around mostly.
"So what are you going to do with it?" Hiruma pressed on as he noticed that she was still staring at the gift.
"I don't know," Mamori admitted, as she looked at Hiruma uncertainly. "Can we just go and buy the supplies? I really don't want to waste my time thinking about this."
Seeing Mamori's distress, Hiruma decided it was probably a good idea not to push this any further. For now. The gift was left alone on her dining table and they began to walk out without saying another word. Hiruma glanced at her every so often, but he could see that Mamori was too deep in her own thoughts to really notice anything.
The truth was that Hiruma did contemplate on breaking Mamori's White Day rule, mostly because he really believed she deserved it. She was a hardworking woman, always thinking of others before herself and that deserved something for sure. But he knew that above everything, Mamori deserved his utmost respect, and this was something he was willing to comply with if it made her happy.
But there was no suppressing that nagging feeling, warning him that something just isn't right now that Yamato had managed to break through Mamori's defenses. And as much as he respected Mamori, there was no way he was going to let this one slide. "Kekeke, you really are terrible at receiving gifts," said Hiruma, putting on his maniacal grin.
Mamori, recognising that tone of voice, snapped out of her thoughts instantly and replied, "That's not the point! I just don't really need more material objects in my life, I have more than enough as it is!"
"And yet there you were giving out a hell load of material objects just the month before," he continued to tease.
Mamori flustered a little, unsure of where Hiruma's argument was leading. "Well... that's because it made people happy!"
"And don't you think it'd make people happy to give YOU something? So why the fucking ridiculous rule on not receiving anything on White Day? Can't just be because you don't want to wear jewelry all the fucking time," He grinned at her as she let out a frustrated sigh. They were both now standing by the sidewalk, waiting to cross the road as the pedestrian light remained red.
"I just..." Mamori shifted her feet and looked down. "I just want to receive gifts that are really meaningful, not out of obligation..."
Hiruma raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that fucking hypocritical, coming from you?"
"It is, isn't it?" Mamori took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she raised her head to look at him. "But to be completely honest, I really just want to receive gifts on White Day from someone who truly loves me... and not just some love out of adoration or admiration. Just... for me, for who I really am, weaknesses and all."
The lights finally turned green but they were both looking at each other so earnestly that they only realised this when someone's arm brushed against Hiruma's. With quick steps, they crossed the road just before the light began to flash. Once they were across, Hiruma asked, "So you think Fucking Prince Charming could be the one?"
"No!" Mamori instantly replied, although she began to blush and wear that expression once more. "At least... I don't think so. He seems sincere and kind, but I don't think he loves me in that way."
"You fucking sure?"
Mamori shrugged, though she smiled a little and gave Hiruma a meaningful look before looking forward. "I'll just have to let time be the judge of that. Whatever it is, I'll stick by my rule, regardless of what people think of me, until that moment comes."
Hiruma gave one last thoughtful glance at her before deciding that it was finally time to drop the subject and focus on the task at hand. After they'd bought the supplies that they needed, they split the supplies among themselves and agreed to bring it to Saikyoudai tomorrow. Hiruma took most of the bulk while Mamori carried the lighter ones, and then they went back to their respective homes.
The day would have ended without any other strange changes if Mamori didn't hear her doorbell ringing late in the night. She rushed out of bed, wondering who would come to see her at this hour. Seeing no one at the peephole, she opened the door to see if the person was still around, but was greeted instead with a couple of items at her doorstep, which surprised her, though her face instantly lit up when she examined them.
The next day, Hiruma grinned at the sight of Mamori apologetically returning Yamato's present... while wearing the small white butterfly hairpiece he had given her last night. And he had a feeling he would find the white lilies he also got her sitting in the middle of her dining table in the vase he'd seen her use a couple of times.
The creampuffs would be gone though.