Edit: Okay. Wow. I'm totally re-writing this. Okay, maybe not totally re-writing it. It's still got the same story/plot and it's going to have the same ending, I just want to re-write so that it reflects better my current writing style. (And 'cause I wrote this when I was like 13 and it's just WAY TOO embarrassing lol)

THANK TO EVERYONE WHO STILL READ/REVIEWED/ALERTED THIS EVEN THOUGH IT WAS NOT THAT GOOD! Haha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.

Please enjoy!~

Practice ended safely (mostly) and the tired team managed to drag their feet out of the clubhouse door after saying their good-byes to each other. The only ones left were the captain-manager duo who were doing the jobs they did best, typing away and cleaning, respectfully. Mamori swept the mess the football team had left behind, but what caught Hiruma's attention was that she was not complaining as she usually did, instead she was humming. The manager was humming a happy tune as she cleaned.

Hiruma was curious, to say the least.

The blond devil paused his typing and stared at the team's manager. He popped a bubble of his sugarless gum and called out to her, "Fucking manager."

"That's not my name," the addressed replied, smiling softly, not even pausing her work.

Hiruma was actually getting a little annoyed. He usually got something, a heated glare, a bitingcomeback, from her after calling her like that, but he was getting nothing. Actually, it had been like that all day.

Hiruma was not amused.

"What the fuck are you all giddy about?" he continued.

"What do you mean?"

The sudden slam of a laptop startled Mamori and she turned to the direction of the noise. She locked eyes with the captain and he was clearly not pleased. He said noting for a while and Mamori opened her mouth to speak until she was cut off.

"I mean that your fucking head's been in the clouds all day and it's goddam annoying."

Mamori frowned for a moment then resumed her smiling. She calmly walked over to the supply closet where she began putting away her broom. She knew full well that Hiruma was watching her every movement from his seat, but paid no mind. She looked around the clubhouse and deemed it clean enough to call it a day. Mamori walked over to her bag and began packing up her things.

"Hey!"

Mamori looked up and saw that Hiruma was now standing, laptop sitting in the chair he was previously.

"Maybe, I just had a good day."

And with that, she was out the door.

Hiruma stared at the door where his manager just walked out of. He scratched the back of his head, mildly confused, and mumbled, "Fucking manager."

The next day, after-school, the football team sat inside the clubhouse, preparing for another torturous practice. Hiruma sat at one end of the room, typing on his laptop, as the rest of the team busied themselves with talking and changing into their practice uniforms.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and a young girl on roller-blades came skating into the room in an excited frenzy.

"Oh my god, you guys!"

"Hi, Suzuna," Sena greeted politely, while a few other teammates gave the girl a simple nod of acknowledgment then resumed their conversations.

Suzuna huffed at the lack of enthusiasm from the boys even though she had entered with such as flourish.

"Well, I guess no one wants to hear the news."

This caught the attention of a few players.

"What news?" Sena asked curiously.

"I'm glad you asked, Sena!" Suzuna looked around to see if she had everyone's attention. Even Hiruma had looked up from his laptop with a bored face.

"Well Mamo-nee, the Mamo-nee we all know and love, has..."

She stopped for dramatic effect.

"... a boyfriend!"

Well, there's chapter one! I'll get to the other ones soon. And yes, I won't update the next chapter until I've redone all the existing ones. Sorry but please hold on!

Until next time~