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This is EXACTLY the kind of scam Hiruma would pull to get someone's address in this day and age of modern technology:
After Lunch Enlightment
I've always felt out of place with my religious relatives. But I've recently realized that I'm actually much more religious myself. I mean, I've sold the hell out of my SOUL to a certain Devil from a long time ago, and now I'm joining a religious CULT and even building my own shrine for a certain Monk. Doesn't it make me look more-than-religious??
((WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE HONORABLE HIRUMA YOICHI & SUGURU GETO))
A year ago I posted a preview of this.
I don’t want to work on this anymore. Wehhh.
so it was pretty much established that hiruma occasionally gets on mamori's nerves to the point where she had to resort to violence (the broom/mop) and i can't help but wonder if she uses other materials too depending on the availability and location?
like, if they're in class mamori could just hit him with a pen, or a notebook, or a whole ass bag if she's daring enough. if they're on the field, mamori could hurl a football or a water bottle at his general direction. she can also roll her paperwork to swat him like a fly. and if they're outside, i think mamori would chuck her shoe or sandal at him because seriously, who wouldn't? we all went through that level of frustration with someone.
what's best is that hiruma will find it entertaining.
MAMONEE BUMP!!!
Sometimes I can't believe this scene is something real, there are plenty of HiruMamo -original anime- scenes that are too silly to be true.
Source: Episode 14
Third Person Point of View, A HiruMamo Fanfic
Hiruma Youichi was the incarnation of the devil, while Anezaki Mamori was the embodiment of the angel. Due to their differences, people believed the two of them wouldn’t even want to get ten meters near each other.
The Deimon Devil Bats team believed it too once upon a time. However, seeing the two’s interactions over time made them not so sure anymore. They started pondering: were they actually dating?
Part II: Sakaki Doburoku’s point of view
Note: Takes place in the Death March. Explains why Doburoku believed Hiruma and Mamori were dating.
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After Doburoku and Mamori were done distributing ice packs for Deimon Devil Bats’ members, he looked around, taking in the sight of the team sprawled on the back of his truck. As their temporary trainer, he couldn’t help smiling as he looked at them.
Seeing them did their best in the Death March reminded him of his past. He only hoped they stuck with each other until the very end, unlike his teammates.
He also hoped they wouldn’t get serious injury like he did. It would be a shame if they didn’t get to participate in the Fall Tournament after going through such hellish training for it. He had distributed ice packs for them to compress their legs with. Hopefully, it would help ease their sore muscles.
Doburoku was making sure each one of them had gotten an ice pack when he realized a boy was missing. Hiruma Youichi. Something akin to irritation rose in his chest. It seemed the boy was still as stubborn and distant as he was in junior high.
Well, since it was Hiruma, maybe he would be alright. He was sure the boy knew enough to realize how important it was to compress his legs with an ice pack after their hellish training.
After making sure the boys had gone to rest at the back of his truck, Doburoku made his way to the front seat. He might be their trainer for their training camp in America, but that didn’t mean he should sleep beside them too, right? Besides, he shouldn’t get too attached to the boys. He was just their temporary coach, after all.
Doburoku was going to open his sake bottle when he glanced at the side mirror and realized Hiruma was sitting alone with his laptop on his lap at the side of the truck. He seemed fine.
Huh, he really hadn’t changed, Doburoku thought. Even if he got trusty people as his teammates, he still distanced himself.
Right at that moment, a girl with auburn hair (Mamori, Doburoku recalled) approached Hiruma with a first aid kit and an ice pack. Without saying anything, the girl knelt in front of his former student and started tying an ice pack to his knee.
Wait, so Hiruma didn’t compress his legs? What was he thinking?
“What are you doing, fucking manager?” He heard Hiruma said. His tone lacked the usual bite. It sounded like he was genuinely asking the girl, not mocking her. “Hurry and go look after the brats.”
“I’m not going,” Mamori’s tone sounded firm as if she was telling him she wouldn’t change her mind no matter what he said. Doburoku’s jaw almost went slack when he heard the girl. No one ever dared to talk to Hiruma that way before, especially a girl. “Please hold your knee still.”
He didn’t hear any response from Hiruma. It seemed the boy was also surprised hearing her firm answer. Or maybe he just couldn’t find a suitable retort for her.
Despite Mamori’s request, the boy moved his legs around, making it harder for the girl to do what she came to do. The girl didn’t back off, though, and after a while, the ice pack was successfully tied to Hiruma’s knee.
Doburoku smiled. The two of them looked so cute together he wondered if they were dating. It would be nice if they were. Hiruma needed someone as brave, perceptive, and stubborn enough as Mamori to support him. She would suit him perfectly.
Doburoku sighed. He started feeling like an old man who was spying on his son and his love interest.
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After going through hell for 40 days, the team finally got to Las Vegas safely. Thank God, none of them got any permanent injury during the training.
When they got a hotel to rest and Doburoku saw Mamori responded to Suzuna’s wonderment at Hiruma’s stamina with a knowing smile, he was quite convinced that the two of them were indeed dating.
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A/N: I got the idea for this part when I reread the Death March arc and the beginning of the fall tournament. In the Deimon Devil Bats’ match against Amino Cyborg, Doburoku and Mamori talked a bit about Hiruma and he thanked her for supporting Hiruma as his girlfriend. And he was quite surprised when Mamori deny it :))
Third Person Point of View, A HiruMamo Fanfic
Hiruma Youichi was the incarnation of the devil, while Anezaki Mamori was the embodiment of the angel. Due to their differences, people believed the two of them wouldn’t even want to get ten meters near each other.
The Deimon Devil Bats team believed it too once upon a time. However, seeing the two’s interactions over time made them not so sure anymore. They started pondering: were they actually dating?
Part 1: Yukimitsu Manabu’s point of view
Note: This fic takes place around early fall, after they came home from the Death March, but before the fall tournament began.
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There were many ways to describe Hiruma Youichi, but a listener wasn’t one of them. He was a terrifying high school boy who had an extensive information network and a tad too much love for firearms and blackmailing. Precisely because of that, people tended to think that the intimidating boy never listened.
Imagine Yukimitsu’s surprise when he witnessed that the said boy was actually willing to listen to a request. And he complied with it without much resistance, to boot.
It happened when most of Deimon Devil Bats’ team members had gone home on one evening in early fall. He was carrying practice equipment back to the club room when he noticed that there were occupants inside.
“I know that you know that Honjou is Monta-kun’s idol. Think about how he will feel if he sees these articles.”
Yukimitsu stopped himself from grabbing the club room’s door. It was Mamori’s voice. What was she talking about? What articles?
Whoever it was Mamori was talking to stayed quiet. Who was it? Maybe it would be better if he stayed there and not come barging in when they were in the middle of a conversation. It would be rude and awkward to interrupt them, anyway.
“Hiruma-kun.”
So, she was talking to Hiruma? She is brave, Yukimitsu thought. Well, he had known that she was. She had to since becoming their club’s manager meant she had to see and talk to Hiruma on a daily basis. Not everyone could do it. But he didn’t know she was brave enough to try persuading their captain about something like protecting a team member’s feelings. As far as he knew, the captain didn’t really give a damn about things like people’s feelings. People called him the incarnation of the devil for a reason, after all.
Yukimitsu had to admit he was rather curious about Hiruma’s reaction. Came to think of it, the captain actually listened to people sometimes, but to follow what people told him is another story altogether. Up until this point, he had never seen Hiruma following anyone’s request, especially if the said request didn’t make their chance of winning increase in particular.
“I’m just asking you to remove every article about Honjou Taka from Monthly American Football magazine. I know you read it and bring it to the club room every month. It’s not that hard, is it? There aren’t many articles about him, anyway.”
Yukimitsu could hear the pop of bubble gum. Hiruma must be contemplating the pros and cons of her suggestion in his mind. Still, there was no response from him. It seemed her persuasion didn’t work. Even their manager couldn’t convince him to do something, huh?
He didn’t like prying into people’s lives, but ever since the team went to America for their training camp, he couldn’t help but notice that the two of them were a lot closer than people thought they were. He even started assuming that they were more than just a captain and manager since they understood each other so well. She could handle Hiruma nicely, too. If there was someone who could soften their captain, he assumed it would be her. However, now he thought maybe he was wrong, after all.
“I think seeing these articles would only bring his morale down. You don’t want that, do you? Since victory is your number one priority.”
“I get your point, fucking manager, so shut up already.”
From behind the door, Yukimitsu could hear Hiruma’s response. Even though he sounded irritated, there was no actual bite in his words. The next moment, he could practically hear Mamori’s smile as she asked, “So you’re going to do it?”
“Yeah,” he sounded nonchalant, but Yukimitsu knew the captain meant it.
“Thank you, Hiruma-kun.”
This time, Hiruma didn’t reply.
That was… relatively easy. He had thought it would be a lot harder to convince Hiruma Youichi to do something. Was it because Mamori was the one who did it?
He could hear some shuffling from inside and he decided it would probably be okay if he came in now since their conversation had ended.
Mamori greeted him with a smile and a “good work for today!” when he entered the club room. She offered him a water bottle which he accepted with a mumble of thanks. After that, she grabbed a broom and started cleaning up the club room. On the other side of the room, Hiruma was sitting with his legs propped up on the table, a laptop on his lap. They didn’t look like they just had a conversation.
Yukimitsu was heading off to his locker when Hiruma said, “Fucking baldy, don’t tell anyone about what you heard just now.”
He turned his head, but Hiruma had already focused back on his laptop. He didn’t know which one Hiruma wanted him to keep secret. Was it the fact that he would cut articles off of a monthly sports magazine for one of his team members or the fact that he complied so easily with Mamori’s request?
Both were really sweet of him, though. He never knew their demonic captain had this side as well. He wondered if Mamori knew about it since they seemed to know each other so well. If she did… well, he wondered if they were indeed dating.
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I got the idea from chapter 277. In that chapter, Mamori told Kurita about the cut off articles. She said that she asked Hiruma to do it so Monta wouldn’t see it. I think it’s one of their sweet “moments” even tho it’s so implicit you have to squint to see it :’)
Thank God I live long enough to witness this PEAK collab. My lovely crazy boys illustrated in Murata's amazing style.
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I'm sorry Mamori, but I really loved how hot Hiruma's messy face looks after being beaten up.
It's been 15 years already, Yoichi..
You'll always be my #1
Third Person Point of View, A HiruMamo Fanfic
Hiruma Youichi was the incarnation of the devil, while Anezaki Mamori was the embodiment of the angel. Due to their differences, people believed the two of them wouldn’t even want to get ten meters near each other.
The Deimon Devil Bats team believed it too once upon a time. However, seeing the two’s interactions over time made them not so sure anymore. They started pondering: were they actually dating?
Part III: Takekura Gen/Musashi’s point of view
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Musashi could make a long list of adjectives that could be applied to describe Hiruma. Devilishly smart, cunning, ambitious, and so on. Most people would probably say he was evil and cunning, not that he would argue with them, but every single soul who had the luck (or bad luck?) of meeting Hiruma would agree that there was no way to tell what his friend was thinking or what he would do next.
To put it in simple terms, his friend was unpredictable.
That was exactly why Musashi found it odd that Hiruma had fallen into a perfect, albeit slightly peculiar, rhythm with Mamori. As far as Musashi knew, Mamori had become the club’s manager only for a few months, and in the first few weeks, all they did was get into arguments. Only God (and them) knew what happened to make them become this familiar with each other after those weeks.
Another thing Musashi found odd (and slightly amusing) was that Hiruma seemed to love teasing their manager. He would seize every chance he could get to annoy the hell out of her.
This afternoon, it seemed, was one of the times where Hiruma was in the mood for some light bickering with her.
“How long do you plan to eat without permission, fucking manager?”
Mamori jerked. With cheeks redden and crumbs stuck on her lips, she slowly turned her head to Hiruma. The evidence of her crime (a box of pretzel) she still held with one of her hands.
“Je-jeez, you’re talking like that again. I don’t need permission from you to eat! Besides, I did my job measuring your speed properly.”
Hiruma cackled. Musashi’s eyes might be playing tricks on him, but he was quite sure he saw a mischievous and amused glint in his friend’s eyes. He seemed to enjoy every second of it. “Still, you’re the greedy manager who likes to steal food to eat!”
Her brows furrowed slightly at that. Defensively she replied, “Whe-when did I steal food? I don’t remember!”
Hiruma continued to cackle, but he left the embarrassed manager alone after that.
This scene, with the exact same topic, took place almost every single day to the point he could even tell everyone on the team about even the smallest detail of it with eyes closed.
Hiruma would squeeze some time from their daily practice to tease her about eating and the way she ate stealthily, and then she would defensively reply to his teasing.
Hiruma teasing people wasn’t odd. He teased Kurita almost regularly, after all. What fascinated Musashi about this was the fact that he teased a girl, and that he did it on a daily basis.
He had never even seen Hiruma talked so happily to girls before. Honestly, he even thought his friend was asexual since he never showed any interest in both boys and girls. Since the day they started hanging out with each other, he had set his eyes on victory only.
Several hours later, when it was already late in the evening, Deimon Devil Bat’s practice ended. After putting their practice equipment back into place, the team changed back into their school uniform, and one by one began going home until he, Hiruma, and Mamori were left. If he wasn’t mistaken, the captain and the manager stayed late to devise a new suitable strategy for their upcoming match with Shinryuuji Naga.
When he got out of the locker room, however, he only saw Mamori in the club room. “Where is Hiruma?”
Mamori snapped her head to him. With a small smile, she replied, “Good work for today, Musashi-kun! Hiruma-kun said he is going to the convenience store for a bit. It seems he runs out of sugar-free gum.”
He nodded. The club room fell into a comfortable silence. He wasn’t a talkative person in the first place, and she didn’t seem to mind since she needed to concentrate on the data laid out at the table in front of her.
He was buttoning up the last button of his shirt when the club room’s door slid open. At the next moment, Hiruma came in with a plastic bag on one hand. He closed the door the same way he opened it, with his foot.
“Fucking manager, catch.”
Before he finished saying it, he already tossed a small box toward Mamori. Fortunately, she successfully caught the box even though she fumbled with it at first.
It took a couple of seconds for her to notice the word “Kariya Creampuff” on one side of the box. When she did, a smile bloomed on her face. “Thank you, Hiruma-kun.”
“Yeah,” Hiruma replied nonchalantly. “Are you done arranging the data as I asked?”
Hiruma slid to the seat next to her, and they began reviewing the data together. They were so engrossed in their discussion to the point it made him feel like a mere dot on the background.
He smiled at the sight, though.
That was another one of their routines. Even though Hiruma teased her a lot about eating, he always bought her favorite snacks, like creampuffs, when he went out to the convenience store.
And then, there was this change in his manner of speaking to her when they were alone. Well, they weren’t alone at the moment since he was there, but he wasn’t the type to pry into other people’s business (unlike some of their teammates) even if he noticed such details, so maybe that was why Hiruma didn’t mind his presence.
There was still a little teasing here and there when they were alone (or when there were only the three of them). However, Hiruma would make no snide remarks, nor were there any mocking sarcasm in his words.
Musashi never thought there would come a day when he thought Hiruma was cute, but today was that day. He wouldn’t say it in Hiruma’s face, of course, but he thought his friend almost seemed like a grade-schooler who teased his crush endlessly but still cared for her in the end.
Now that he thought about it that way, he wondered if his friend did have a crush on the manager and whether the two of them were dating.
the moment he realized he fell in love
she moved in front of the sun so it wouldn’t be in my eyes and the glow behind her made her look like an angel.
~From Episode 119~
[Hiruma] … Well, that’s an especially unexpected reaction…
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