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A/N: Can you even imagine an innocent Hiruma? No? Me neither. Enjoy reading and don't forget to leave a review! ;)
It was during one of those times when Hiruma would hate Mamori's damn innocence to the world. Was it innocence? Or just plain fucking obliviousness?
'It's fucking obliviousness,' He thought with a sharp nod while watching how the entire male student body of Deimon High would go all goggly eyes on his fucking manager.
"Damn manager doesn't know how beautiful she is in the eyes of those damn male hyenas," he said out loud, annoyed. He chewed his gum lazily and continued to watch over his manager. He would get irritated whenever a certain guy acted all innocent and talked to his manager. He was disgusted with their sweet and nice nature.
"Keh. Hiro Tsukamoto," He looked over his black notebook and read some blackmail info about the poor boy. He grinned devilishly at the evil thought forming inside his brain. A movement caught his peripheral vision, a swift flick of a hand.
What he saw next was a pair of obsidian eyes glaring directly at him. Mamori glared at him openly and relayed him some hand signal messages. He returned the hand signal, quirked a brow at her innocently and cackled gleefully at her disbelievingly look. "Damn, she's sharp," he stated bemused. "And she didn't believe my innocent act at all."
He shook his head whilst smirking and made his way towards their club house. And as sure as hell, he would receive a good bashing about blackmailing people from his fucking manager. He only grinned at the thought.