I'm like... ecstatic about Eyeshield 21 becoming English-ized! The names are going to stay Japanese so we won't be calling Mamori: Mary or Hiruma: Henry... imagine the pairing tag for that... MarHen... or HenMar... WTF is a Henmar?! Anyway, I thought this was a cute idea for a HiruMamo drabble...
Disclaimer: Eyeshield 21 belongs to Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata.
"No! It must be here!" Mamori lamented edgily, searching through her school bag, in which her school uniform had been neatly folded last night and ready for today after practice. Hiruma glanced over at her from his typing.
"The fuck's your problem, damn manager?" Hiruma asked lazily, popping his gum sharply and looking back to the screen.
"Don't call me that..." she murmured automatically and sighed in aggravation.
"What. The fuck. Is. Wrong." Hiruma emphasized each word by making it its own sentence.
"I can't find my blazer!" Mamori bit her lip and sighed, slumping on the roulette table at which she sat with her bag in front of her, it's contents displayed neatly around it. A few books, bento, honeyed lemons for the team, an umbrella, mini-first-aid kit; the usual excluding the blazer.
"Hn... a member of the disciplinary committee out of uniform? Heh, that's a first." Hiruma snerked as he closed his laptop and stood as the first bell rang, signaling the five-minute period in which students could get to class had started.
"M-maybe I could have my mom bring it to me... but she wouldn't know where it wa-" something hit Mamori hard in the side of the head and cut her off. It was green, fabric- a Deimon Senior High School blazer. "Hiruma..." she looked up to see the door sliding closed. 'That jerk stole my blazer just so I'd...! That... that...' she shook her head and let out a disgusted breath. "Oh well... at least he gave it back." She muttered, standing and pulling the blazer on. It wasn't hers. She looked at where the sleeves came- considerably longer than her own perfectly wrist length sleeves. She saw that the bottom hem reached three inches farther down her skirt than her blazer's did. Then she recognized the smell of gun powder and something else that made a unique cologne of hard-work and intelligence. "Hiru... ma-kun's... jacket?" She knew that she probably looked odd in it, seeing as it was a male's jacket and not tailored the same as the female's. A glance at the clock that hung on the club house wall informed her that she had one minute to get to her class room.
"Oh no!" She quickly ran out of the club, snagging her bag at the last second, before racing to class. She barely made it before the bell rang.
No one ever asked Mamori why her jacket didn't fit her as well as it did every day before- and the day after the incident as well. Nor did any of the teachers ask Hiruma Yoichi why he was not wearing his uniform blazer. She left the jacket in the club house at the end of practice when she packed up to go home. And Hiruma constantly said 'blazer' anytime that she refused to follow one of his orders that was 'completely absurd'.