supa strika oneshots i guess?

the ocean

north shaw's perspective:

and how can i?

how can i tell him that i love him, tell him that every movement of his body, every sound that drops out of his mouth, every turn of his lips, makes my heart clench and churn and yearn to hold him?

and so i don't.

i lean back, cross my arms and pretend to look at the sea when really, i'm only looking at him. i taunt him, when he comes back. i tease him and jeer, i puff out my chest and squint my eyes at him and let my voice wander to the range only reserved for him- rough, competitive and filled with a self-confidence i don't feel.

i look at the seawater glistening on his skin, his lips in a smirk and that swimsuit - god, the damn swimsuit - and pretend i'm not thinking about how his lips would taste on mine right now.

i've gotten good at it, if i say so myself - good at pretending.

i casually walk closer, pretend my gut isn't churning right now, place my elbow on his shoulder and joke around with him, pretend my elbow isn't searing from contact with his skin. 

he turns slightly to look at me and my face flickers for a second - i can feel it - the cracks in my over-confidence showing for a moment - i swallow, hard - as his dazzling blue eyes stare into me. i stop leaning on him and cross my arms - pretending still - will i ever stop? 

i can't hear a word he's saying - i'm too busy staring at the wet swimsuit sticking to his body like glue, too busy thinking of what it would feel like to run my hands along his chest and back, feel every one of his muscles jump and shift at my touch.

i'm drawn back to reality - the beach under my feet, the ocean waves crashing behind me. the sudden silence - he's stopped talking and i'm pulled by his stunning eyes and they catch everything - my staring, my dazed look, my lips slightly parted. he raises one strong eyebrow, and i see it too - the slight doubt, the unsteadiness in his gait, so unusual for liquido, the epitome of grace and beauty on the seas. 

the moment hangs between us, and then i brush it off with a joke and a taunt, and i can feel it, the relief in the air, both of our shields gone back up, both of us closing our hearts to each other.

later, after the sun has dipped under the sea and after the stars light up the sky, as i drag my surfboard back towards the shop, i wonder about what could have been and what is left to be. 

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author's note:

idk why i came up with this, honestly - i think i just got inspired by this scene where north's elbow is on liquido's shoulder:

and also check out this one with liquido's elbow on north:

and this one was too cute i can't-

also they have the same jersey number??? the creators were onto something there

here's liquido in a swimsuit even though no one asked :)

honestly it just seems like they really like each other but try to mask it with fake rivalry. btw i might post a second chapter which will be like an alternate scene wherein they kissed instead of them just trying to cover up the moment with their "competition".