Warnings: A little emo-ish, and as usual, Hiruma's foul mouth.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here! They belong to the creators of Eyeshield 21.

Comments: The 5th and final part of what was meant to be a one shot. XD Admittedly, everything I wrote before this wasn't meant to be that long and it was in this part, where Hiruma and Mamori joined Saikyoudai, that I wanted to focus on. But I guess a part of me wanted to develop things more than to just jump straight into that, and I'm glad I did. Thank you to everyone who have been amazingly supportive through your comments. It's people like you that remind me why I love writing so much. I hope you enjoy the last part, and may the love for HiruMamo live on. ^^

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It was almost natural now to feel her touch constantly, especially since they entered Saikyoudai together. Hiruma now stayed at an apartment that was a walking distance to Saikyoudai, so Mamori would regularly come over to go through strategies and videos of other plays, or just to work on their assignments together. Sometimes she'd even cook dinner for them to eat together, claiming that it would save them time and money. Then they would work with their backs towards each other at first, and then it came to a point where they would lean against each other, back to back, as though it was to confirm that they've 'got each other's back'.

There were times where she would sleep over and he'd let her sleep on his bed while he'd take the couch. But during the summer, Mamori insisted that Hiruma worked together with her on his bed as they can then share the cooler he recently bought and save the cost of electricity. Hiruma wasn't keen on this at first, mostly because he saw it as unimportant, but eventually agreed when the heat became unbearable and distracting. They would then work until the early mornings until they'd fall asleep on the bed, their bodies pressing against each other as they constantly forget to turn off the cooler or wrap themselves in a blanket.

A few years ago, Hiruma would have found all this disturbing. Mamori was crossing the line he so carefully drew too many times that he should've been close to completely estranging himself from society. But the feeling of her body became so familiar to him, that he sometimes missed her presence in his apartment whenever she was busy with her own studies or hanging out with friends like Suzuna, who insisted that at this rate Mamori might as well move in with him.

He soon became no stranger to her lips either. It was awkward at first, as it was the first time Hiruma had ever taken the initiative to express some form of affection towards her. And as it was in his place, he did not fear of prying eyes. When Mamori announced proudly that she prepared all the data he requested in record time and that she should be rewarded, he took the plunge then pulled away quickly, almost expecting her to scold or even perhaps laugh at him.

Instead she looked at him in surprise, as though something had just struck her. Thinking he must have done something wrong, he turned away to leave but had his arm quickly grabbed and his face pulled towards hers. Now he was the one surprised, but soon found all his defenses broken, now that he was sure she obviously desired the same thing.

That was when his hands became used to feeling her. Making out with her was like an explosion of senses he never knew possible. Their bodies against each other, his hands and lips hungry to explore her, his tongue dancing with hers… every shiver, every sigh, every moan. It was all new to him, but he loved every fucking moment, every fucking sensation he felt as he touched her.

Once he woke up in the morning, he felt a little overwhelmed with how much he's changed. He still remembered how unfathomable it was to actually touch someone, let alone allow them to touch him. He still remembered telling himself that despite the importance of support, he would not let anyone support him and that he only needed himself to keep going.

Drowned in these thoughts, he suddenly felt her move closer to him, as though to remind him that he's not alone. He instinctively wrap one arm around her, feeling her warmth. Then he remembered that she taught him how just a simple touch could convey a lot more than words and deliver more support than any other actions could.

He still wasn't too used to the idea of affection and supporting through touch, but he felt sure he would learn more with her around. As Hiruma drew Mamori even closer to him and rested his chin on her head, he smiled and felt glad that he met her. But he still had every intention of blaming her for being late for their first class that day.