friendly fire |h. sero♤|

Intro

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"THAT WAS A FOUL! HE TRIED TO HURT THE BOY!!"

The weather was chilly and the clouds were gray. The groans and curses from the stands filled the field, as the two teams ;blue and white were having a quarrel to who can have the ball.

Who caused this uproar at a middle school game?

YN limped over to the bench with the help of his two teammates, sat down and accepted an ice pack from a freckled boy with green hair.

"You good YN?" Midoryia asked. "That  looked real painful and I break my bones all the time."

Yn struggled to smile right, "yea I'm fine. It's not that bad", he lied.

"Not that bad? Your ankle fvcked up bro! It's literally going the opposite direction!" Midoryia exclaimed, making people turn heads.

Yn tightened his teeth, "Gee really? 'Didn't notice", he said sarcastically as Midoryia cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Him and YN have been friends since the good ole days. Both of their parents were close friends, which turned into close neighbors by the time they were born. Midoryia being the oldest yet YN was more mature.

Midoriya tried his best to relax YNs' ankle till medics arrive, while YN's mind was still on the game.

"I can walk it off, right?" He asked.

"You'll damage it even more if you try", Midoryia stuck out his tongue in concentration, applying ice to the ankle. Yn's face sank in disappointment until a lightbulb flickered.

"Then you take my spot."

"WHAT?" "OW" Midoryia squeezed his injury making YN try to hold back a scream by blowing in and out his cheeks. 

"YN. I can't take you spot, coach never allowed me in a game before. You know. My leg" he pointed at his missing half of his right leg, replaced with a prosthetic one. 

"Coach has to or else he's gonna lose his job. Besides, you make better game plans and strategies then he does, you got this man", YN had confidence in his friend, too bad his self esteem isn't in the best shape. He's been called useless since kindergarten, all for not being like everyone, but he still tries. A quality highly admired by YN.

Gathering courage, he took a deep breath, "I'll try my best boss" he stood up with a determined smile.

Yn mirrored it, "That what I'm talking abou- UHH", his hype was cut short by a hiss at the cold bag being dropped on his injury. He decided to just rub it himself because the ambulance is too long, but he couldn't reach it.

A hand took the pack before him.

A boy. Not just any boy_ His rival.
Or so coach says. His haircut was a awkward jet black bowl cut, and his skin was oak tan. Cleary tanner than the rest of his team, with beauty marks scattered on his face.

Shyly, he held onto the ice and looked down at YN, "You need help?"

A little confused, YN nodded anyway, accepting the help. The boy's made the most friendliest smile YN has ever seen, as he sat down and gently aided his injury. More mindful than Midoriya. Yn sighed feeling relieved. He looked back at the boy and noticed the different jersey color.

"You're not on this team."

The boy didn't reply immediately, "Yeah I'm with blue. My coach benched me because he blamed me for hurting you."

YN face scrunched, "did you?"

"I dunno."

They sat in awkward silence, as the chilly wind blew and the game resumed, white having the ball. Yn was gonna cheer on Midoriya before he was interrupted by a cough.