Supa Strikas Oneshots

WHAT THE-?!?!?!

AN- Hopefully this is posted as soon as its done like usual. And I have made my own background for Shakes so please don't come at me saying that it's wrong. I made it that his mom was.. and his sister is.... and I'm not spoiling. Sorry if doesn't make sense in the beginning but I have planned it this way soooo....... yeah. Enjoy!

TW-abuse, and maybe blood and injury? Depends if i add it or not.

I DO NOT OWN SUPA STRIKAS

Eating Habits

 "Dude, you not gonna eat anymore than that?!" exclaimed North, pointing at Shakes portion. The rest of the team turned to Shakes' plate. It had some salad, a tiny chicken wing and less than a handful of rice. 

And it filled barely a quarter of the plate.

Shakes chuckled awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not hungry?" North raised an eyebrow, "Shah, and you never eat like this, not when we went to the restaurant, not when we eat at another team's stadium, not when we eat at our stadium, not when-,". "Alright! I get it, I'm- I can't- I mean I don't eat that much, but, I mean, I'ts enough, right?" 

"Ummm......zrggl blurrr....?"

"Brother.....I don't think....,"

"Dude....,"

"Shakes man..... it- it really isn't...,"

"Amigo it isn't. Wait a minute, did you say you couldn't eat that much or-?"

Shakes gulped down the last of his food and started to leave, "Nope! When did I say that- I- I never did- Right guys- I-  gotta gooooo- Bye!" Shakes sped out, leaving the rest of the team suspicious.

Sleeping Habits

"Shakes....."

"Shakes....brother...."

"Shakes...amiigoo..."

"SHAKES DUDE WAKE UP YOU'RE IN THE CHANGING ROOMS!"

Shakes jolted awake, scrambling of the bench and into a corner. "I'm sorry! I won't sleep there! I'm sorry! Please don't.... Oh it's you guys," He laughed nervously and got up, one hand rubbing his eyes as he gathered his things.

"Shakes... dude are you okay?! What was that all about? What were you saying sorry for? You've done nothing wrong....?"

Shakes turned around skittishly, acting all jumpy and scared. North narrowed his eyes. "Wha-a-at? I'm fiiiine... nothings wrong, don't woooorrrry. Bye!"

Shakes left, leaving the team curious and concerned.

Working Habits

"No! No it's not right! Argh Come on!" 

The team stopped training as Shakes pulled at his hair in fustration. Big Bo walked out of the goal from where he was helping Shakes perfect a new skill. "It's okay Shakes, you'll get it. And that was pretty good for first tries,". "No," Shakes turned his head away from Big Bo, "It- It's not good enough... it's never good enough...," his voice broke as he walked out, head down and shoulders slumped. The team looked at each other and North spoke up.

 "What was that all about...?"

The Next Morning

"Alright, that's it! Everyone listen up! THIS IS AN URGENT TEAM MEETING!" 

The team, minus Shakes, looked up at where North was standing on the table, breathing hard. "...You....you okay brother...?" Cool Joe asked cautiously. North jumped down. "No. No I am not. Shakes is hiding something. Something that is causing the little dude to worry and stress and almost injure himself overworking! We need to do something!" Tiger nodded immediately, "I agree, he has been very jumpy, all the time he has been a bit.... scared and skittish?". "Not saying we shouldn't do anything...," El Matador said, "... but how do we ask him why he has been nervous?" "Yeah," Cool Joe spoke up, "It's not like we can go up to him and say ' Oh hey Brother! Why have you been acting like weird and all scared and upset?' he'll clam up!" North tugged at his mop of hair in frustration, "I- I don't know! We can't let him suffer like this though. Argh why is this so hard?!?!" Rasta stood up, "How about we ask someone whose known him longer than we have," North grinned, "Great idea cap! how a bout Spenza?" Cool Joe shook his head. "They've been friends, but not for long. About 2-3 years at most. Who else can we ask? "Tiger looked worried and somewhat reluctantly.