Xx Center of Attention xX
Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21.
Theme 1. look over here
"Hey, damn manager where are those-"
The auburn haired teen didn't even bother looking up at him. "The videos are in the box below the counter along with the notes and they're labeled according to position."
"What about the-"
"-Updates on Ojo's ballista? It's in the blue folder on the third shelf from the bottom." Once again the manager of the football team didn't look at him. Instead she chose to cross the room to the team's refrigerator.
Youichi Hiruma's eyes narrowed as he stared at the back of her head. It had been like this all day. No matter what he asked her, what insults he threw in her direction, what orders he gave her, she never looked up from the task at hand. It was getting real old real fast. "Damn manager!"
"What do you want?" The tone in her voice was showing clear signs of irritation.
Well, he was getting irritated too. "Look at me."
"What?" She was clearly confused with his request as she concentrated on the task at hand.
His frustration only grew as she not only denied his request but questioned it out right. "Look at me."
"I really don't have time for what ever little plan you're plotting." Mamori Anezaki informed him as she checked the temperature of the milk on her arm. "Azami still needs to be feed and changed before I put her down for her afternoon nap."
The quarterback glared at the tiny girl in the baby chair on the clubhouse counter, without Mamori's notice of course. Her back was turned towards the two. Damn babysitting job. It was keeping his manager from working properly. After all with those bright blue eyes and patch of fuzzy brown hair that baby was practically screaming. 'Look over here! Look at me! Aren't I cute? Pay attention to me!'
Hiruma leaned in closer. Whether to get a better look at his opponent in the manager's work dedication or to try to intimidate the little one, he didn't know. The brat had the nerve to gurgle happily and clap her hands in amusement at what she thought was a game of funny faces.
Suddenly without warning her little hands shot up, grabbed two fistfuls of his blond spiky hair, and pulled him in slightly. He was so startled by the sudden movement that he didn't have time to brace himself properly and was pulled in by her tug. His cheek made brief contact with the baby's mouth and nose before she yanked out a few strands of hair, waving them through the air as she laughed.
On the other hand he had pulled his head back and was staring at the overly happy child as though she had just grown two heads. 'What the hell?'
"Hiruma? Are you okay?"
The quarterback looked up to find her staring right at him with a look of confusion and concern etched onto her face.
Well, he had finally gotten her attention.