Day 91 - A Matter of Great Importance
Title: A Matter of Great Importance
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Warning: Futurefic
Summary: Hiruma worries that Mamori's getting forgetful, but it's just something more important on her mind.
Author's Note: Inspired by fanart by hikaru_nekomimi. This one's for you!
The fucking manager is, Hiruma decided; getting senile. Last week she forgot to take her umbrella in and now it's missing. Five days ago she misplaced a stack of data, later found under her bed. Two days ago she forgot to stock his gum.
He didn't mind the gum as much as her losing her memory. A forgetful Mamori is about as useful to him as a deflated football.
He briefly considered the idea of too much sex impairing her memory - then decided against it. He's not losing any of his brain cells yet.
Maybe she's thinking too hard, he thought as he stood under the shower. She's been pushing herself a lot lately, what with the upcoming match and university exams. Unlike him, she's under pressure from both lecturers and peers to excel.
He absently reached for the bottle and shampoo and grimaced when he discovered that it was empty. Yet another thing she neglected. Something is seriously wrong.
I'll try to talk to her after practice, he decided. Though the key word here is try. He learned long ago that women zip up pretty good when they want to. He headed to the fridge and was debating on what to drink when he heard the front door open. Back so early? She would usually head straight to the stadium after class to help him with team practice. "Mamo?" He called and heard her take off her shoes. A moment later she appeared in the kitchen and set down a grocery bag. "Gum for you, and shampoo. We're running out."
No big revelation there. "Did you forget something, or did your class end early?" He asked as he dried his hair. She suddenly smiled and slid up to him. "I had a doctor's appointment." She smiled shyly and he arched an eyebrow. She's sick. That explains a lot of things. "And?"
"And..." She leaned up and whispered something and Hiruma suddenly forgot his drink or the fact that his hair was still dripping. "...How long?"
"Three weeks." She grinned, eyes shining. He was tempted to shout 'FUCK!!!' over and over, but he suspected that wasn't quite the reaction she had in mind. Instead, he returned his drink to the fridge and whipped the towel off his neck. "Put your shoes back on, woman. We're going out."
"But it's still early. They won't be at the stadium for another hour." Mamori looked at her watch in puzzlement. Hiruma rolled his eyes as he headed to the bedroom. "We're going to the stadium, after."
"After?"
"After I buy you a fucking ring."
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Hiruma x Mamori
Warning: Futurefic
Summary: Hiruma worries that Mamori's getting forgetful, but it's just something more important on her mind.
Author's Note: Inspired by fanart by hikaru_nekomimi. This one's for you!
The fucking manager is, Hiruma decided; getting senile. Last week she forgot to take her umbrella in and now it's missing. Five days ago she misplaced a stack of data, later found under her bed. Two days ago she forgot to stock his gum.
He didn't mind the gum as much as her losing her memory. A forgetful Mamori is about as useful to him as a deflated football.
He briefly considered the idea of too much sex impairing her memory - then decided against it. He's not losing any of his brain cells yet.
Maybe she's thinking too hard, he thought as he stood under the shower. She's been pushing herself a lot lately, what with the upcoming match and university exams. Unlike him, she's under pressure from both lecturers and peers to excel.
He absently reached for the bottle and shampoo and grimaced when he discovered that it was empty. Yet another thing she neglected. Something is seriously wrong.
I'll try to talk to her after practice, he decided. Though the key word here is try. He learned long ago that women zip up pretty good when they want to. He headed to the fridge and was debating on what to drink when he heard the front door open. Back so early? She would usually head straight to the stadium after class to help him with team practice. "Mamo?" He called and heard her take off her shoes. A moment later she appeared in the kitchen and set down a grocery bag. "Gum for you, and shampoo. We're running out."
No big revelation there. "Did you forget something, or did your class end early?" He asked as he dried his hair. She suddenly smiled and slid up to him. "I had a doctor's appointment." She smiled shyly and he arched an eyebrow. She's sick. That explains a lot of things. "And?"
"And..." She leaned up and whispered something and Hiruma suddenly forgot his drink or the fact that his hair was still dripping. "...How long?"
"Three weeks." She grinned, eyes shining. He was tempted to shout 'FUCK!!!' over and over, but he suspected that wasn't quite the reaction she had in mind. Instead, he returned his drink to the fridge and whipped the towel off his neck. "Put your shoes back on, woman. We're going out."
"But it's still early. They won't be at the stadium for another hour." Mamori looked at her watch in puzzlement. Hiruma rolled his eyes as he headed to the bedroom. "We're going to the stadium, after."
"After?"
"After I buy you a fucking ring."