Truth in the Dark (HiruMamo Eyeshield 21 - #7 Superstar)
Theme 7: Super Star
Hiruma x Mamori
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What makes a star?
When Mamori pondered the question, late at night in her Las Vegas Hotel room, Eyeshield 21 immediately came to mind. He was the star of the Deimon Devil Bats football team, the possibly fastest running back in Japan. Then Monta, the team’s receiver, came to mind as well. He had wanted to be a “catching star” after all, but he was still a ways off from achieving his goal.
She sat up, doing her best not to wake the snoring Suzuna next to her. She walked out of the room and made her way towards her destination.
But there was one more man that came to her mind when she thought of the word “super star”. It wasn’t that he was noble, he was anything but that. And it wasn’t that he inspired anyone to play the best they could. On the contrary, winning was all that mattered to him, and he hid it from no one.
Mamori slowly opened the door that belonged to Youichi Hiruma and poked her head in to see the Quarterback fast asleep, his gun in one hand, his legs over the edge of the bed. Next to him on the floor was Cerberus, also soundly asleep. Mamori shook her head and slowly closed the door behind her.
“You didn’t even bother to get a blanket…” she murmured, taking a blanket from the closet. She opened it quietly, as to not to wake the quarterback or his faithful demon dog, and then walked over to the bed to place the blanket over the sleeping form of Hiruma.
He twitched slightly, and she pulled back, not wanting to wake him. But he settled down and, as if by reflex, grabbed the blanket with his gun free hand and pulled it up to his chin. Mamori checked. He was still fast asleep.
She kneeled by the bed, looking at his sleeping form. His back rose and fell under the blanket as he breathed steadily. Funny, when he was like this, he didn’t look so threatening.
Maybe it was because he was in a vulnerable position. Mamori hardly ever saw the softer side of Hiruma, and the other members of the team saw it even less, if at all. But there he was, sleeping like an infant, unable to wake himself up.
Mamori reached out to brush his hair out of his face, but stopped herself suddenly, remembering that the team captain was still asleep. She stood up suddenly, a red blush on her face. She brought her hands to her lips and gently placed her fingers on his forehead. He stirred slightly, but then settled down again, much to Mamori’s relief.
With that, she walked to the door, opened it quietly, took one final look after Hiruma, and closed it behind her.
‘Thanks,’ she thought as she stared at the door, ‘for being such a superstar.’
Hiruma x Mamori
***
What makes a star?
When Mamori pondered the question, late at night in her Las Vegas Hotel room, Eyeshield 21 immediately came to mind. He was the star of the Deimon Devil Bats football team, the possibly fastest running back in Japan. Then Monta, the team’s receiver, came to mind as well. He had wanted to be a “catching star” after all, but he was still a ways off from achieving his goal.
She sat up, doing her best not to wake the snoring Suzuna next to her. She walked out of the room and made her way towards her destination.
But there was one more man that came to her mind when she thought of the word “super star”. It wasn’t that he was noble, he was anything but that. And it wasn’t that he inspired anyone to play the best they could. On the contrary, winning was all that mattered to him, and he hid it from no one.
Mamori slowly opened the door that belonged to Youichi Hiruma and poked her head in to see the Quarterback fast asleep, his gun in one hand, his legs over the edge of the bed. Next to him on the floor was Cerberus, also soundly asleep. Mamori shook her head and slowly closed the door behind her.
“You didn’t even bother to get a blanket…” she murmured, taking a blanket from the closet. She opened it quietly, as to not to wake the quarterback or his faithful demon dog, and then walked over to the bed to place the blanket over the sleeping form of Hiruma.
He twitched slightly, and she pulled back, not wanting to wake him. But he settled down and, as if by reflex, grabbed the blanket with his gun free hand and pulled it up to his chin. Mamori checked. He was still fast asleep.
She kneeled by the bed, looking at his sleeping form. His back rose and fell under the blanket as he breathed steadily. Funny, when he was like this, he didn’t look so threatening.
Maybe it was because he was in a vulnerable position. Mamori hardly ever saw the softer side of Hiruma, and the other members of the team saw it even less, if at all. But there he was, sleeping like an infant, unable to wake himself up.
Mamori reached out to brush his hair out of his face, but stopped herself suddenly, remembering that the team captain was still asleep. She stood up suddenly, a red blush on her face. She brought her hands to her lips and gently placed her fingers on his forehead. He stirred slightly, but then settled down again, much to Mamori’s relief.
With that, she walked to the door, opened it quietly, took one final look after Hiruma, and closed it behind her.
‘Thanks,’ she thought as she stared at the door, ‘for being such a superstar.’