Spill

Circle Time, Chapter 3

Me and Jirou always sit at this corner against the door leading into our years outside social area. Our area consists of 3 pitches, one for basketball, one for football and one for netball. The boys always take up the netball court and use it for another pitch of basketball, so the girls pretty much get nothing. The teachers advice the girls to not play sport because apparently they will get hurt. I'd like to tell them we aren't all made out of sweets and candy who are easily crushed by being trodden on.

When I go over to the corner, Jirou isn't there yet so I wait there alone. I open my granola bar and continue researching Eijiro's disappearance on my phone. I need to find out where this guy would go if he was planning to run away. Obviously I'm not going to ask Shoto or Denki about it, that would seem like there's only one reason why I'm friends with them. I always had a small crush on Eijiro, but the thought of no one ever being able to like me kind of changed me to thinking I'd never like anyone. That's probably going to stay that way.

Students flood the rest of the area and different sports balls are flying everywhere. I always scared one's going to fly over and hit me, if that happened it would probably be targeted. If only I had the confidence to use my acid against them. That's against the rules though, quirks aren't allowed to use them in school grounds. The quirks have always been looked down upon, but if we showed our powers maybe the quirkless could learn to shut up and fear us in a way to stop them from discriminating against us. It is legal to use our quirks in society for the greater good, but its the people that use it to their evil advantages that make the rest of us look bad. We also look a little differently compared to the quirkless, like I have pink skin, yellow antennae's and my sclera is black instead of white. 

'Boo!' Jirou shouts, knocking my food out my hands.
'My granola...' I sulk, looking down at my crumbled bar.
'Awh, I feel so sympathetic for your granola,' she says, sitting down and unwrapping her galaxy bar.
'If I don't get food, why should you?' I ask, but sighing as I realize she's purposefully not paying attention. 'How was your lessons?'
'Shit,' she said, crunching down on her chocolate. 'Yours?'
'AMAZING!' I say loudly and excitedly, so loud Jirou jumps a little. 'Sorry, it's just the best lesson I've ever experienced.'
'I'll try and act interested so you can tell me,' Jirou mocks, holding the chocolate out for me to take some.
'Nah I'm good, I'm not hungry anymore,' I reply. That's a lie, I want bubble tea.

She shrugs her shoulders, and, out of the blue a shadow covers the sunlight that was shining in our faces. We both look up to see dark figures that are shadowed by the sun, only being able to see the silhouette of their bodies and hair shapes. Apparently Jirou can make out more of their features than I can.

'What do you want, noodles and candy cane?' Jirou says, frowning while chewing her food.
'Hello, Jirou,' they say, now I get who it is.
'Denki! Shoto! Hellooooo!' I welcome, Jirou is looking at me really confused now. 'What are you doing here? I thought you play basketball with the other boys?'
'They keep pestering us about Kiri and it's upsetting Denki,' Shoto said, him and Denki sitting down next to us, forming a circle. 'I've personally never liked them much anyway.'
'What are we? Your substitutes?' Jirou asks but I interrupt her.
'She's kidding, we'd love to have you sit with us,' I say and Denki's now smiling.

Good save. I'm usually awful at this type of thing. Times changed I suppose. I shuffle to the corner of the wall and pat the ground to get them to sit. Jirou gives me her 'Are you having a giggle?' look and I try to ignore it.

'Yeah, totally joking,' Jirou sighs, staring at me. 'Just a bit unexpected is all.'
'If we are making you uncomfortable we can always go?' Shoto asks, and now I'm worried.

I get it Jirou is the more hostile person between us two, but these guys have just lost one of their closest friends. Can't she just let it be?

'Jirou, a word,' I command, getting up from my crossed legged position.