Don't Let Me Go (HiruMamo, Eyeshield 21, #9 Dash)
Theme 9: Dash
Hiruma x Mamori
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Dash.
That was all that was on her mind on the day of Graduation. She was one Mamori Anezaki, graduating in the top ten of her class, promised to go to the area’s most promising university, head of the disciplinary committee, and speech-giver at the ceremony. She had watched Sena, Monta, and the rest of the Football team beam at her from the chairs set up in front of the stage.
But that was all gone now.
Dash!
He was one Youichi Hiruma, graduating, and that’s all that mattered. As long as he was out, and going to God-Knows which University, the school was a better place. Head of the Football team, constant controller of faculty and administration, and the one to set off fireworks at the ceremony.
Illegal fireworks.
Dash!
And, surprisingly enough, he was the one she was looking for.
“Hiruma-kun!”
She opened the door to the Football team clubhouse (much larger since their huge amounts of victories), and saw the blonde captain, sitting in a chair, polishing a gun. He had already taken off his uniform jacket and thrown it on another chair.
“What do you want, damn manager?”
She knew he would be here.
“I-I wanted…to ask you…”
“Ask me what?” he cut her off sternly, sharply. She winced, ever so slightly, at his cold tone.
“Wh-where…are you going to college?” she asked him. He shrugged.
“Somewhere. You?”
“T-Tokyo University,” she mumbled out.
“Good for you,” he scoffed sarcastically.
“O-Or that least that’s what I’m thinking!” she blurted out. “I-I’ve passed other entrance exams and gotten into other schools too! I-I haven’t decided…”
“You should go to the fucking school you want,” Hiruma muttered sharply. “After all, wait any longer and they might just not accept you.”
“I wanted to wait to ask y--” she stopped abruptly, looking down at her feet. “Hiruma-kun…I…I want to say something…”
“Then say it, damn it.”
“I…I…” her stomach was twisting into a knot, and she felt her breath growing short. “I don’t…I can’t understand…” she breathed in sharply, her hands shaking, “I can’t imagine not seeing you anymore!”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The next thing Mamori knew, she was wrapped in a strangling hold from the quarterback, his gun laying forgotten on the table. She gasped at his reaction, and he looked up at her. “Just shut the fuck up, already! Are you fucking blind?”
Mamori hugged him back, forcing all her strength on him, not wanting to let him go. All of her emotions, all of her feelings, were bottled together in that one tight embrace, which Hiruma returned, until he moved his face to place clumsy, quick kisses on her lips. Not their first, not their last, but the first kiss they ever had where they understood each other completely. Where they wanted the same thing.
Not to let each other go.
End.
Hiruma x Mamori
***
Dash.
That was all that was on her mind on the day of Graduation. She was one Mamori Anezaki, graduating in the top ten of her class, promised to go to the area’s most promising university, head of the disciplinary committee, and speech-giver at the ceremony. She had watched Sena, Monta, and the rest of the Football team beam at her from the chairs set up in front of the stage.
But that was all gone now.
Dash!
He was one Youichi Hiruma, graduating, and that’s all that mattered. As long as he was out, and going to God-Knows which University, the school was a better place. Head of the Football team, constant controller of faculty and administration, and the one to set off fireworks at the ceremony.
Illegal fireworks.
Dash!
And, surprisingly enough, he was the one she was looking for.
“Hiruma-kun!”
She opened the door to the Football team clubhouse (much larger since their huge amounts of victories), and saw the blonde captain, sitting in a chair, polishing a gun. He had already taken off his uniform jacket and thrown it on another chair.
“What do you want, damn manager?”
She knew he would be here.
“I-I wanted…to ask you…”
“Ask me what?” he cut her off sternly, sharply. She winced, ever so slightly, at his cold tone.
“Wh-where…are you going to college?” she asked him. He shrugged.
“Somewhere. You?”
“T-Tokyo University,” she mumbled out.
“Good for you,” he scoffed sarcastically.
“O-Or that least that’s what I’m thinking!” she blurted out. “I-I’ve passed other entrance exams and gotten into other schools too! I-I haven’t decided…”
“You should go to the fucking school you want,” Hiruma muttered sharply. “After all, wait any longer and they might just not accept you.”
“I wanted to wait to ask y--” she stopped abruptly, looking down at her feet. “Hiruma-kun…I…I want to say something…”
“Then say it, damn it.”
“I…I…” her stomach was twisting into a knot, and she felt her breath growing short. “I don’t…I can’t understand…” she breathed in sharply, her hands shaking, “I can’t imagine not seeing you anymore!”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The next thing Mamori knew, she was wrapped in a strangling hold from the quarterback, his gun laying forgotten on the table. She gasped at his reaction, and he looked up at her. “Just shut the fuck up, already! Are you fucking blind?”
Mamori hugged him back, forcing all her strength on him, not wanting to let him go. All of her emotions, all of her feelings, were bottled together in that one tight embrace, which Hiruma returned, until he moved his face to place clumsy, quick kisses on her lips. Not their first, not their last, but the first kiss they ever had where they understood each other completely. Where they wanted the same thing.
Not to let each other go.
End.