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Title:Expecting
Rating: T, for cursing everywhere
Summary: A drabble ficset in which Hiruma and Mamori. . . embark upon the journey of parenthood.
Mamori Anezaki had spent the last day and a half coming up with terrible outcomes of her current situation.
To put simply, she was pregnant. The father, her boyfriend Hiruma, was an insane delinquint football player who had just recently gone pro. As in the day before. As in she found out 2 hours after her pregnancy test came back positive that he had made it.
Even though she wasn't scheduled for an official doctor's visit until the following week to confirm it, she had bought approximately 15 pregnancy tests in the last 10 hours to verify. It was safe to say that unless a miracle happened, she was having a baby.
That godforsaken demons baby.
She didn't really think that badly of her boyfriend, anymore, but she had spent the last 36 hours unable to sleep thinking about what this meant. She had ignored several calls from Hiruma, mostly because she knew he'd come and get her once she confirmed her location and they would commence a night of celebration.
Hiruma and his celebrations were what got her here in the first place.
"Who am I kidding, I can't just blame him-"
But the scenarios raced through her head.
She was having Hiruma Yoichi's child.
continued:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8746361/1/Expecting
Title: Devotion
Rating: K+
Summary: A fic in which I try to find my brain for this pairing- aka just a fic where I explore Mamori's ideas about Hiruma.
For Mamori Anezaki there was one goal: dedication.
One dedication was to her studies, which she always excelled at. She would become known for good grades and even become a member of the disciplinary committee in high school.
Her dedication was also to friendship, which was why she always protected her friends from harm.
In college she knew things would be different. Now Sena was in a different place than she was. He had grown into someone strong and powerful and she had changed too, and while they weren't the same anymore they would always be friends.
But now things were about a different kind of dedication. Studies were now in their final haul, friends were now people she might have all her life, and dreams she had now were the ones she would be aspiring to complete for the rest of her life.
By all rights and purposes she was not obligated to become the manager for Hiruma again. She didn't need to protect anyone and of course Sena was not there.
But Hiruma wasn't the least bit surprised when she showed up the first day of tryouts and brought notebooks with her, ready to be the manager once again.
"Hey dipshits, this is the fucking manager," he announced casually without a word coming from her. And without another word from either of them, she had sat beside him in order to help with tryouts. Both of them carried smiles on their faces.
Even now they were right beside each other, partners in a dedication to one dream they had accidentally come to share.
And that was what made Mamori Anezaki complete, because to her there was only one goal.
Dedication to a dream.
To a sport.
To that team,
and to one man.
Title:Expecting
Rating: T, for cursing everywhere
Summary: A drabble ficset in which Hiruma and Mamori. . . embark upon the journey of parenthood.
Mamori Anezaki had spent the last day and a half coming up with terrible outcomes of her current situation.
To put simply, she was pregnant. The father, her boyfriend Hiruma, was an insane delinquint football player who had just recently gone pro. As in the day before. As in she found out 2 hours after her pregnancy test came back positive that he had made it.
Even though she wasn't scheduled for an official doctor's visit until the following week to confirm it, she had bought approximately 15 pregnancy tests in the last 10 hours to verify. It was safe to say that unless a miracle happened, she was having a baby.
That godforsaken demons baby.
She didn't really think that badly of her boyfriend, anymore, but she had spent the last 36 hours unable to sleep thinking about what this meant. She had ignored several calls from Hiruma, mostly because she knew he'd come and get her once she confirmed her location and they would commence a night of celebration.
Hiruma and his celebrations were what got her here in the first place.
"Who am I kidding, I can't just blame him-"
But the scenarios raced through her head.
She was having Hiruma Yoichi's child.
continued:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8746361/1/Expecting
Title: Devotion
Rating: K+
Summary: A fic in which I try to find my brain for this pairing- aka just a fic where I explore Mamori's ideas about Hiruma.
For Mamori Anezaki there was one goal: dedication.
One dedication was to her studies, which she always excelled at. She would become known for good grades and even become a member of the disciplinary committee in high school.
Her dedication was also to friendship, which was why she always protected her friends from harm.
In college she knew things would be different. Now Sena was in a different place than she was. He had grown into someone strong and powerful and she had changed too, and while they weren't the same anymore they would always be friends.
But now things were about a different kind of dedication. Studies were now in their final haul, friends were now people she might have all her life, and dreams she had now were the ones she would be aspiring to complete for the rest of her life.
By all rights and purposes she was not obligated to become the manager for Hiruma again. She didn't need to protect anyone and of course Sena was not there.
But Hiruma wasn't the least bit surprised when she showed up the first day of tryouts and brought notebooks with her, ready to be the manager once again.
"Hey dipshits, this is the fucking manager," he announced casually without a word coming from her. And without another word from either of them, she had sat beside him in order to help with tryouts. Both of them carried smiles on their faces.
Even now they were right beside each other, partners in a dedication to one dream they had accidentally come to share.
And that was what made Mamori Anezaki complete, because to her there was only one goal.
Dedication to a dream.
To a sport.
To that team,
and to one man.