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Karaoke Night
Art not by me. Found on 4chan.
Hirumamo. Hints at HiruMusa. I don't own ES21. Spoilers if you've not read past the Christmas Bowl yet. R15 for makeout.
The Christmas Bowl… they’d just defeated Teikoku, and achieved all their dreams. For Hiruma, Kurita, and Musashi, this had been a dream since Middle School. And, as seemed to be the standard for Hiruma, he’d reached his goal by going with the most improbable margin.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
This called for a celebration, simply being thrown into the air and screaming “Ya ha!” at the top of his lungs wasn’t enough this time.
“Fucking fatty, fucking old man,” he called his friends over. “Let’s have the biggest fucking party we can muster.” He said, keeping his tone even all while grinning wider than he had ever grinned (at least that’s how it felt to him).
“How are we going to pay for this party?” Musashi inquired, bringing in the loathed voice of reason to this.
“Do you need to ask?” Hiruma looked at him, expression smug. Kurita shook his head at the kicker.
“Musashi, did you forget..?” he asked, making a gesture towards Hiruma. “This guy’s capable of anything.”
The older looking teen shook his head, “You’ve a point.” Hiruma blackmailed the principal into letting him use the school grounds for the bash, specifically the auditorium. The quarterback hadn’t missed a beat, decorations were up, it looked so festive, the Deimon Devilbat logo and colors put up, lights, hors d’ oeuvres, the works. Mamori was the first to arrive, dressed in a dazzlingly simple red dress that had Hiruma’s cheeks painted in a faint blush. He covered quickly, averting his wide-eyed gaze while feigning ordering Kurita to do something else. Mamori smiled softly, eyes knowing.
“Hiruma-kun, is that… a karaoke machine?”
“Kekeke… that was Musashi’s idea, fucking manager.” he replied, cocky attitude regained. She frowned, having hoped for him to drop the nicknames when they weren’t in practice, but having long since given up on arguing with him over that. He was wearing dress slacks and shoes, a crimson red button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone and what appeared to be a black tee under that. She giggled.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, giving her a suspicious look.
“We match.” she said, pointing to his shirt.
“Aw, isn’t that just adorable?” Musashi came up from behind the manager, wearing a similar getup, only his shirt was white, short sleeved, and had a tribal design on it. It was also un-tucked. He had his hands in his pockets, mocking expression on his strong features.
“Shut the hell up, fucking old man.” Hiruma snapped, frowning.
It wasn’t long until other members of the Devilbats started trailing in. Sena, Suzuna, Taki, and Yukimitsu showing up next, all dressed in ranges from casual to semi-formal, but nothing too fancy. Komusubi and Ishimaru showed up next. They were all mingling around, chattering. Then came Juumonji, Toganou, and Kuroki, who were dressed well. Even Doburoku showed up in a leisure suit.
“Check out the fucking drunk... Kekeke!” Hiruma said, pointing out his outdated fashion to Musashi who laughed heartily.
The night started off after that, some other Deimon students trickling in as well. Yamaoka and Satake, to name names. There was chatter and talk about the amazing victory against Teikoku, and about the trophy that was currently being displayed proudly as the centerpiece of the refreshments table.
Mamori was standing near the punch bowl, her motherly instinct telling her to keep an eye on it so that it didn’t get spiked. They were still under aged, after all!
“Fucking manager.” Hiruma said, striding up to her. “Are you going to stand here and guard the punch all night?”
“What? Why would you think that’s what I was…”
“I knew it.” He grinned. He pulled in her elbow, towards the stage. “Come on, unwind. You’re not in the Disciplinary Committee right now. We fucking won! We should have a good time. Stop worrying so much.”
“I guess you’re right.” She shook her head, letting him pull her, “But why are you pulling me to…”
“Kekeke, you’re going to kickoff the festivities by singing the first karaoke!”
“Wha-no!” she squealed, “I’m not going to sing in front of everyone!”
“Don’t be such a party crasher, fucking manager. I’ll sing one, too. Everyone will.” And he had cameras in strategic locations for possible blackmail opportunities, but he wasn’t about to divulge that to her. With that, he pushed her up on stage and tossed a microphone at her. He grabbed another mic, also hopping on stage to welcome everyone who’d shown up.
“Alright, fucking classmates!” He started, “Anezaki here will be starting the karaoke contest. Just so you shits know, all of you are automatically participating since you showed up.” That statement sent a murmur through the crowd. He smirked, “And don’t you dare try to escape, fucking brothers!” he pointed and there was suddenly a spotlight on the aforementioned. They stopped dead in their tracks.
“Huh?”
“HUH!?”
“HUUUUUUUUUUH???”
“Fucking fatass.” was all Hiruma had to say to get the lineman to confront them.
“Sorry, guys… but could you please stay and participate with us?” He asked, looming over them.
Once that had been settled, Hiruma put down his microphone and motioned to Mamori, whispering to her, “Go on.” The quarterback got off the stage, leaving it to her.
She swallowed, “H-hi…” she trembled into the mic. She took a deep breath and remembered to imagine everyone in their underwear to help her better get over her stage fright. It worked for most everyone, but… imagining Hiruma like that made her heart flutter some. She knew she liked him, even if it was stupid of her. He was nothing like her, and he probably hated her… but there was something about him that she found incredibly endearing, foul mouth and all. She tried to ignore the thoughts that had just manifested themselves in her head, and instead busied herself with picking a song to sing. She scrolled through the playlist and found One of the Boys by Katy Perry. She chose it, and the beat filled the room. She started to sing along with it, her voice ringing through the auditorium clear and Hiruma found himself staring at her, not having expected her to sing so well with how she had resisted.
He also picked up the words of the song.
So over the summer, something changed. I started reading Seventeen and shaving my legs… and I studied Lolita religiously. And I walked right into school and caught you staring at me…
He couldn’t help but think that she was trying to tell him something, but maybe it was wishful thinking. He couldn’t quite tell, and that bothered him. Why couldn’t read her?
Maybe one day you’re gonna wanna make out, make out, make out with me…
Some of the other partygoers had started clapping along with the beat, cheering her on. She was really good! And all Hiruma could do was try and over think the situation.
“Maybe she just picked that song because she knew it.” Musashi broke through his thoughts.
“What’re you talking about?” He feigned.
“Hiruma, it’s written on your face, and I’d like to think I know you better than most.” the kicker replied with a knowing grin. “You like her, don’t you?”
“S-shut up, fucking old man. Stay out of my matters.” he said with a huff. With that, he confirmed all of Gen’s suspicions, and he knew it as well as the other.
“Whatever you say.” the mohawked man replied, laughter in his eyes. “There’s no way I’m singing.” Juumonji said to Kuroki and Toganou. The others agreed with him. Doburoku overheard the three and snuck some vodka into the punch, being too amused with Hiruma’s plans to let them be foiled. He came up to the so-called brothers and offered them all punch, with a big smile.
“Hey, why don’t you boys have some punch? Maybe it’ll help calm your nerves some.” Somehow, they didn’t think about it and took the glasses, downing them quickly. Hiruma hadn’t been paying attention to anything but Mamori, though he’d never admit it. So he also grabbed a glass of the now-tainted punch and drank it down. He watched as Sena went up next. The shrimp decided to sing All You Need is Love by the Beatles, but he didn’t do the song any justice. Hiruma’s contemplating was interrupted by his off key notes, which caused him to chuckle. Oh, this wouldn’t be a total loss.
He had a few more glasses of the punch, and noticed that the room had started moving slightly just out of the corner of his vision. What the…? He shrugged it off, though, making his way to the stage for his turn.
Mamori sipped at a glass of punch, wondering what song the quarterback would choose to sing. When Sena was done, Hiruma took the stage and scrolled, until he found something he thought would suit him. Promise, Eve6. He was a little red in the face, and the room seemed warm, but he didn’t pay it too much mind. Much to Mamori’s surprise, he wasn’t half bad at singing. The song certainly suited him.
I promise not to try not to fuck with your mind. I promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine. I promise not to lie if I’m looking you straight in the eye… I promise not to try not to let you down.
The night continued with many more songs and rounds, Mamori being cheered for an encore. Everyone was having such a good time. The fucking brothers eventually got forced on stage and they performed a drunken rendition of I’m On A Boat by the Lonely Island that Hiruma knew was going to come in exceedingly handy whenever he wanted them to do something for him. Juumonji ended up with a tie around his head, belting out the rap lyrics, hand motions and all with Toganou attempting to sing T-Pain’s part and Kuroki backing him up. Everyone laughed at their antics, and the brothers finished and stumbled off stage.
Even Musashi got up there and sang Take It To the Limit by Hinder, but by then he was pretty sloshed. It was then that Hiruma even realized that they’d been slipped alcohol of some sort, and he knew just who to suspect, but truth be told, he didn’t mind it as much. The point was to have a good time, and that’s what this night was turning out to be. Next up was Yukimitsu, who picked Safety Dance. He tuned it out at this point, scanning the crowd for Mamori. He found her, and made his way there, picking up some more punch for himself and a glass for her in case she wanted more.
“Anezaki.” He said, offering her the glass.
“…Hiruma-kun, you…” she took the punch, “Thanks.” She smiled at him, her face a bit rosy.
“I’m actually having fun.” He stated.
“You didn’t think you would?”
“I just thought that the fucking old man was off his rocker suggesting such a lame activity like karaoke.” He admitted. “Fucking shrimp was awful, and the fucking brothers are going to regret ever stepping foot in here tonight, kekeke.”
“You and your blackmail.” she shook her head, but wore a smile nonetheless. “I liked your song.” she said, then. “You sang it well.”
“Not as good as you, little miss encore.”
“Oh, hush!” she giggled. He raised one of his arched brows at her. Just how many glasses of punch had she had already?
Hiruma wasn’t exactly drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sober either. He could still think and act like himself for the most part. Mamori’s inhibitions seemed to be lowering themselves with every sip. How intriguing. He stared at her for a moment, noting some things about her appearance. One of her dress straps had abandoned her shoulder, so he reached out a hand to right it, but took a little more time than necessary to do so. A somewhat unsettling silence fell between them and it felt like the whole party melted away from the background and it was just the two of them. This world of awkward stares was interrupted suddenly by a certain kicker, who was so drunk he could only be described as ‘drunk off his ass.’
“Hirumaaaaaaaa…” he slurred, “I love you, maaaaaan.”
“The hell, fucking old ma-” Hiruma started to snap, but was cut off by a sloppy kiss from the 60 Yard Magnum. The combination of being caught off guard and being inebriated caused him to stand there dumbly while this happened. Mamori watched the scene unfold, and for the two of them everything was in slow motion. Her face fell, and she had a look in her eyes of sadness and dismay that Hiruma only caught a glimpse of after he finally pushed the over-enthusiastic Musashi off of him. She turned and ran out of the auditorium, her glass of punch spilled on the floor.
“Fucking… manager…” Hiruma grunted, elbowing Musashi, who was trying to grapple-hug him. The larger man stumbled back while the blond darted after her, chasing the sound of her receding footsteps through the empty school. He finally caught up to her in the gym storage room, but at least she wasn’t hiding under the vaulting horse like Kurita did. She was just sitting in the darkened room, head bowed. Was she… crying?
“Fu… Anezaki..?” He chanced, opting for her name at the last minute. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll b-be fine.” she whispered, refusing to meet his gaze. “I didn’t know you… but it’s okay, I can get over it. It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
Hiruma’s expression turned for worry to slight frustration as he realized what she was going on about. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked, to be sure his suspicions were correct.
“I should have known.” She blathered, “You’ve known Musashi for so long and… he probably gets you better than anyone… and…” She looked up at him, eyes wet. “I was just… hoping for… I don’t even know anymore…”
Hiruma knelt down in front of her so she wouldn’t have to look up at him. “Fucking manager.” He said firmly, “Say it. Say what you’re omitting.” He didn’t know why, but he wanted to hear it from her. He knew what she was going to say, but he still wanted to hear it.
“I like you, Hiruma!” She blurted, unable to take it anymore. “I like you… but if you’re into… guys…” her initial outburst trailed off, her head bowed. He shook his head, unable to wipe the smirk off. Fucking… Mamori… He rocked forward, placing his hands on her shoulders, pulling her towards him. She silenced as his lips met hers. The kiss was confident, assured, everything she loved about the man before her. A tiny sound came from her throat, and she could feel his lips twitch in the smallest of smirks, but that didn’t deter their meeting. He pushed her back against the wall, hands moving from her shoulders to her waist, his legs straddling hers. He pulled back just enough to speak.
“What part of this makes you think I only like guys?” he asked. He kissed her again before she could answer, getting into the heat of the moment, taking in every little movement and sound that she made. His hands no longer remained in the same place, instead roaming and pressing against her body in different places, heightening the experience. She finally overcame her shock at his actions, melting into his ministrations, her own hands reaching behind him to pull him as close to her as was possible in this position. He pulled back again, leaning his forehead against hers.
“Why are you stopping?” She asked in a slightly breathless whisper. He smirked at that, a soft chuckle escaping from his throat. She smiled, too.
“Kissing you… I never thought it would feel the same…” he trailed off, his breath playing off her lips.
“The same as..?”
“Winning.” He murmured before going in for another.
Expect more to this at some point. :> THIS CRAP TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO WRIIIIIITE. D: And I don't even feel like it's that good. XD But I'm posting it anyways. :x