Fanfiction: Relativity [Eyeshield 21]
Title: Relativity
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: !Platonic Hiruma/Mamori
Summary: Sena learns to never questions women on their enthusiasm.
Rating: T
Warning: The presence of broom and rice-cooker.
Disclaimer: It is called fanfiction for a reason...
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Sena stares hard at the view before him. It seems familiar outmost, like he experiences this before. Is this the…what vu was that- the one that his English teacher talking about - ahh, yes, yes, dejavu.
His mom is twirling happily, her eyes twinkling brightly as she holds the round thing out. His father who is sitting on the couch only shakes his head- obviously ridiculing her, silently as he buries his head in the newspaper he is holding. Somehow he feels a tinge of sorry for his mom, so he keeps his face smiling and forces an expression of having an interest on whatever she wants to do.
“Seee~na, what do you think of my new rice-cooker?” Eh, but it’s just a rice-cooker. He silently curses himself for expecting something far more interesting than a rice-cooker. Again, he forces a smile, while sweating profusely. What is so great about a rice-cooker, anyway?
“With this new rice-cooker, Sena-chan will be buffer than he is now, what’s with the Amefuto training and pretty girls will go gaga over you-kyaaa~! Just, thinking about it, made me feel excited!” He can only give her again, the grave, pale smile while scratching his head, totally unsure of the connection of rice-cooker have with pretty girls or even buffer body. His father glances over behind his spread-out newspaper, inwardly sighs and mutters something along the lines of that it’s only a rice-cooker.
“You know dear, it’s better if you actually cook the rice for us rather than showing off the rice-cooker.”
Huh, that’s it! This happens at the clubhouse earlier this afternoon. Refreshing back, he just can’t believe that this will happen to him twice in a day and make he feels like a small tuna squish in between sandwiches.
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“Sena, Sena, what do you think of my new broom?” Mamori happily beamed as she showed Sena what obviously looked like an ordinary broom. That overly enthusiastic face made he first thought she just came back from getting a bite from Kariya’s latest creampuff, but…why- it was just a broom? He would even try to understand if it was a vacuum cleaner, but that was just a broom that you could buy from any convenience store.
He forced himself to give her a smile and tried looking at Hiruma to perhaps, instruct him to do something but nooo, he just popped his gum and currently put his face a ‘do not disturb’ sign as he was scrolling down the information on his laptop.
“I’m happy that I got a new broom, the old one was already rotten and sometimes I had to borrow it from other club, but they always gave me the ‘moustache’ ones- those guys needs to learn how to keep a broom right…,” she happily explained without being ask as she held the new broom like the team held the Christmas Bowl trophy.
“Now, I have a new spirit to clean this room!” But, it was just a BROOM, Sena inwardly shouted, painfully wanting to say that, or rather scream in agitation, but knew better to keep his mouth shut.
“Tsk…it’s just a broom, fucking manager.” Sena quickly shifted his view to Hiruma who abruptly commented, still immersed on whatever was shown on his laptop. He swore, he can felt the atmosphere suddenly became tense and gloomy. Somehow, he felt sorry for Mamori eventhough, he himself wanted to say that out loud (and silently thanked Hiruma for sparing the job). And…in a weird, twisted way, he also felt sorry for Hiruma as he noticed Mamori’s hand twitched and from the gloomy dark aura she was emanating; he could tell that something bad will happen.
“You know, it’s better to sweep the club rather than showing off that fucking broom.” Hi-hi-hiruma actually didn’t plan to stop, can’t he just let it go? He didn’t get to see that ‘dark-mode’ Mamori for about a few years and the last time he did, Mamori actually kicked a guy on his…ball. And to assume that the newest victim might be Hiruma, he couldn’t help to shiver and found support by hugging tightly to his school bag. And to think that he was watching the whole scene, made he want to throw out the lunch that Suzuna made for him.
Mamori stayed silent, eventhough Sena heard the sound of gritted teeth. Hiruma, totally oblivious of the tense atmosphere, reached his hand for the coffee (that was served a few minutes before the broom show-off), only to find Mamori snatching the mug harshly from him. The sudden movement made Hiruma flinched a bit and his eyes widened in…probably terror because that was the only thing in Sena ‘s mind right now.
“…Hiruma-kun, you’re not getting any coffee today,” her eyes glinted with obvious anger, even her voice sounded very cold to hearing very unlike the ever cheerful, doting Mamori.
Then immediately, she poured the contents of the mug inside the sink, and threw the poor mug harshly back to its cabinet. Well, even in a mad state, she still the neatfreak she always was, and assured the still trembling Sena that the girl pouring the coffee was indeed Mamori.
Glaring coldly, she stomped her way out of the clubroom while mumbling something with the likes of ‘jerk’, ‘you bought it’, ‘insufferable’, ‘grumpy’…w-wait, Hiruma bought that for her? Just the image of Hiruma holding the broom..hmprfh…but…but Sena always knew better to just zipped his mouth.
Sena turned to take a look at Hiruma who obviously still not recover from the shock earlier. But, in a swift movement, he looked back on his laptop, like nothing had ever happened at all. That guy is incredible, covering like that…Sena thought as fear still welled up on his stomach pit.
“Hi-hi-hiruma-san, the last time, Mamo-nee gave that look, s-she kicked a guy on h-his…,” Sena failed completely to finish the sentence as Mamori called out his name, still coldly, to go home. But before he left, he swore that Hiruma had a weird twitch at the corner of his mouth.
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As a tuna, that is squish between sandwiches, he feels it is just right to ask his mother “to cook a wonderful rice with it and make him buffer than ever” , totally realizing what the atmosphere will look like if his father is about to say anything more than that.
And today, Sena learns that never ever questions a woman enthusiasm over a cooking and cleaning utensil. That also applies on pompom and skates.
O M A K E:
“Hello, who’s there?”
“Hey.”
“…Hiruma-kun.”
Unable to control the laughter he was holding anymore, Hiruma laughs as soon he hears the tone in her voice.
“-what? Don’t tell me, you’re calling just to make fun of me?”
“Noo, hmprf, I…hmprf…hahaha! I can’t believe you actually did that to me! Hahaha!!” For once, Mamori thinks that he really is laughing.
“So? What’s the purpose of this call, again?”
“Erhm…well, you owe me a coffee, 10 a.m, Starbuck.” And she still hears the laughter ringing in her head after he ends the call.
Abruptly and rudely.
Well, she can always get him for that tomorrow.
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Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairing: !Platonic Hiruma/Mamori
Summary: Sena learns to never questions women on their enthusiasm.
Rating: T
Warning: The presence of broom and rice-cooker.
Disclaimer: It is called fanfiction for a reason...
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Sena stares hard at the view before him. It seems familiar outmost, like he experiences this before. Is this the…what vu was that- the one that his English teacher talking about - ahh, yes, yes, dejavu.
His mom is twirling happily, her eyes twinkling brightly as she holds the round thing out. His father who is sitting on the couch only shakes his head- obviously ridiculing her, silently as he buries his head in the newspaper he is holding. Somehow he feels a tinge of sorry for his mom, so he keeps his face smiling and forces an expression of having an interest on whatever she wants to do.
“Seee~na, what do you think of my new rice-cooker?” Eh, but it’s just a rice-cooker. He silently curses himself for expecting something far more interesting than a rice-cooker. Again, he forces a smile, while sweating profusely. What is so great about a rice-cooker, anyway?
“With this new rice-cooker, Sena-chan will be buffer than he is now, what’s with the Amefuto training and pretty girls will go gaga over you-kyaaa~! Just, thinking about it, made me feel excited!” He can only give her again, the grave, pale smile while scratching his head, totally unsure of the connection of rice-cooker have with pretty girls or even buffer body. His father glances over behind his spread-out newspaper, inwardly sighs and mutters something along the lines of that it’s only a rice-cooker.
“You know dear, it’s better if you actually cook the rice for us rather than showing off the rice-cooker.”
Huh, that’s it! This happens at the clubhouse earlier this afternoon. Refreshing back, he just can’t believe that this will happen to him twice in a day and make he feels like a small tuna squish in between sandwiches.
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“Sena, Sena, what do you think of my new broom?” Mamori happily beamed as she showed Sena what obviously looked like an ordinary broom. That overly enthusiastic face made he first thought she just came back from getting a bite from Kariya’s latest creampuff, but…why- it was just a broom? He would even try to understand if it was a vacuum cleaner, but that was just a broom that you could buy from any convenience store.
He forced himself to give her a smile and tried looking at Hiruma to perhaps, instruct him to do something but nooo, he just popped his gum and currently put his face a ‘do not disturb’ sign as he was scrolling down the information on his laptop.
“I’m happy that I got a new broom, the old one was already rotten and sometimes I had to borrow it from other club, but they always gave me the ‘moustache’ ones- those guys needs to learn how to keep a broom right…,” she happily explained without being ask as she held the new broom like the team held the Christmas Bowl trophy.
“Now, I have a new spirit to clean this room!” But, it was just a BROOM, Sena inwardly shouted, painfully wanting to say that, or rather scream in agitation, but knew better to keep his mouth shut.
“Tsk…it’s just a broom, fucking manager.” Sena quickly shifted his view to Hiruma who abruptly commented, still immersed on whatever was shown on his laptop. He swore, he can felt the atmosphere suddenly became tense and gloomy. Somehow, he felt sorry for Mamori eventhough, he himself wanted to say that out loud (and silently thanked Hiruma for sparing the job). And…in a weird, twisted way, he also felt sorry for Hiruma as he noticed Mamori’s hand twitched and from the gloomy dark aura she was emanating; he could tell that something bad will happen.
“You know, it’s better to sweep the club rather than showing off that fucking broom.” Hi-hi-hiruma actually didn’t plan to stop, can’t he just let it go? He didn’t get to see that ‘dark-mode’ Mamori for about a few years and the last time he did, Mamori actually kicked a guy on his…ball. And to assume that the newest victim might be Hiruma, he couldn’t help to shiver and found support by hugging tightly to his school bag. And to think that he was watching the whole scene, made he want to throw out the lunch that Suzuna made for him.
Mamori stayed silent, eventhough Sena heard the sound of gritted teeth. Hiruma, totally oblivious of the tense atmosphere, reached his hand for the coffee (that was served a few minutes before the broom show-off), only to find Mamori snatching the mug harshly from him. The sudden movement made Hiruma flinched a bit and his eyes widened in…probably terror because that was the only thing in Sena ‘s mind right now.
“…Hiruma-kun, you’re not getting any coffee today,” her eyes glinted with obvious anger, even her voice sounded very cold to hearing very unlike the ever cheerful, doting Mamori.
Then immediately, she poured the contents of the mug inside the sink, and threw the poor mug harshly back to its cabinet. Well, even in a mad state, she still the neatfreak she always was, and assured the still trembling Sena that the girl pouring the coffee was indeed Mamori.
Glaring coldly, she stomped her way out of the clubroom while mumbling something with the likes of ‘jerk’, ‘you bought it’, ‘insufferable’, ‘grumpy’…w-wait, Hiruma bought that for her? Just the image of Hiruma holding the broom..hmprfh…but…but Sena always knew better to just zipped his mouth.
Sena turned to take a look at Hiruma who obviously still not recover from the shock earlier. But, in a swift movement, he looked back on his laptop, like nothing had ever happened at all. That guy is incredible, covering like that…Sena thought as fear still welled up on his stomach pit.
“Hi-hi-hiruma-san, the last time, Mamo-nee gave that look, s-she kicked a guy on h-his…,” Sena failed completely to finish the sentence as Mamori called out his name, still coldly, to go home. But before he left, he swore that Hiruma had a weird twitch at the corner of his mouth.
_______________________________________________________
As a tuna, that is squish between sandwiches, he feels it is just right to ask his mother “to cook a wonderful rice with it and make him buffer than ever” , totally realizing what the atmosphere will look like if his father is about to say anything more than that.
And today, Sena learns that never ever questions a woman enthusiasm over a cooking and cleaning utensil. That also applies on pompom and skates.
O M A K E:
“Hello, who’s there?”
“Hey.”
“…Hiruma-kun.”
Unable to control the laughter he was holding anymore, Hiruma laughs as soon he hears the tone in her voice.
“-what? Don’t tell me, you’re calling just to make fun of me?”
“Noo, hmprf, I…hmprf…hahaha! I can’t believe you actually did that to me! Hahaha!!” For once, Mamori thinks that he really is laughing.
“So? What’s the purpose of this call, again?”
“Erhm…well, you owe me a coffee, 10 a.m, Starbuck.” And she still hears the laughter ringing in her head after he ends the call.
Abruptly and rudely.
Well, she can always get him for that tomorrow.
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