Splash Green

1

White, the strangest color, so many things are white. White is even considered holy, it's amazing what we project onto inanimate objects, exactly like Kirishima was doing.

Staring daggers into a fucking law test. He was stuck on the 1st question, now, Kirishima could skip ahead and do the questions he did know.
Or, or, he could stay on this question, freak out about time and let his brain short circuit. A small sound of distress issues from Kirishima making the blond head beside him shrink back into the owner's shoulders. Kirishima notices, he shrinks away, red orbs drip back to the blond's own test, Kirishima nearly shivered. Bakugou, the boy was fucking crazy,
"C" Kirishima's wide eyes meet the others. Bakugo's face was turned towards Kirishima, his eyes smoldering and alert.
The bubble quickly gets filled in, "A" another, Kirishima probably knew that one, but what did it matter, "C again" Kirishima's eyes flick up, The crazy boys gotten closer, his shoulder almost touching Kiri's.
Two pairs of bloodlike eyes meet in the middle. Both boys stiffen, Bakugo looks away jutting his chin out on his hand and planting his elbow on the desk.

Well now I can grasp who I am so, this test should be a piece of cake. I hurriedly scratched the bubbles with my pencil only to hop out of my seat as the bell rings. I slam the test onto the desk earning a loud:

"SNORK," from Aizawa. A hard slap on my back makes me panic, Aizawa was a really light sleeper.
" Shit," I breathe, relaxing,
"Oi, Kirishima," I look over my shoulder at Kaminari, his hand is still on my back, Sero approaches before Kaminari continues, "You heading to practice, or are you going to ditch with us?"

That's how I ended up under the bleachers, watching my own football practice, and smoking a blunt with Kaminari and Sero. We each had our own lawn chair, and we all had our feet up on the bleachers.
"Man, I don't see the appeal of doing things." Kaminari said, giving a disgusted look to my teammates.
"Maybe if you actually got up off your ass you'd know the appeal." Sero comments, I grin the blunt caught between my teeth. I take a large drag and hold it in, I remove my bandanna.
"So, did you get with that black haired dude from last night or what?" Sero gets hacking coughs in response, my face is almost as red as my hair, I sit still for a moment, trying to control my wheezing, a bit of drool drips out of the side of my mouth and we all grin stupidly at each other. I wipe it away,
"No, I told you man, he's a bro." Sero rolls his eyes, Kaminari laughs,
"Hey, Puff or pass man."
"So you two fuckers stole my best player eh?" My head whips to look at the end of the bleachers, Bakugo stands there in his football jersey, the football pads dangling loosely in his hand.

I hear the sound of Kaminari and Sero, already almost gone. The blunt is still between my fingers, I watch Bakugo horrified.
"Their loss," he grumbles as he plops into one of the chairs next to me, his hand brushes mine as he motions toward the blunt. "You need help or something shitty hair?" I hand it to him, and watch in awe as he puts it between his lips, and puffs a small cloud of smoke. "You got a problem?" I was still staring, oh,
"I, uh, don't really know whether to be scared, or turned on right now." He erupts into a hacking fit, I frantically lunge in my chair to pat his back. His coughs merge into low chuckles, he hands the blunt back to me then leans back into his chair. I repeat the same steps as earlier while Bakugo glares at the bleachers. I notice him looking at me, I meet his gaze, his eyebrow raises, and I notice the corner of his mouth lift before I start a coughing fit.
"Well, you have no reason to be scared, I can keep my damn mouth shut." I nod
"Are you?"
"Hm?"
"Scared?"
"What?"
"Are you scared?"
"Well, I mean, we are at a university with thousands of people."
"So?" Bakugo suddenly picks at his jersey.
"Why, would you be scared?" I ask taking a drag.
"Guess I wouldn't be, I'd be fine, I'd probably make more than any of these shitty extras too." I hand him the blunt,
"I'll smoke to that."
"Oh shit right." He mumbled taking the ever decreasing roach.
I grin, then snort, Bakugo looks at me like I just transformed into a butterfly, which is pretty fucking weird. I start to laugh,
"Wait whoa, this is so weird," I earn some giggles from him, "like, I didn't even know you smoked, and now," we both burst into hysterical laughter, Bakugo passes the blunt his shoulders shaking. I take a long drag, in the middle my phone rings,
"Waddup?"
"KIRISHIMAIJUSTBOUGHT APOUNDOFWEED GET THE FUCK OVER HERE." I hang up,
"Wanna go smoke at Mina's?" I look over to an empty chair. I stand immediately, "Bakugo?" I shout,
"Fuck off I'm taking a piss." Oh, thank God, I though he bounced on me, wait, I don't care, I hardly know Bakugo, I mean sure I try to be friends with the guy, but that's it.
Wait, I just confused myself even more, what the hell? Bakugo stumbles back pulling up his pants, I see skin and I look away.
"Wanna smoke a ton of weed at Mina's?" I feel his hand on my shoulder, and look at him, he gives me a dark grin.
"You have to ask?" I start to pack and hide everything, "Just one thing."
"Yeah?"
"Who the fuck is Mina?"
"She's in our Law class." Bakugo shrugs, he lets go of my shoulder.
"To the locker room then."

"I love smoking at the lake man," I kick my legs back and forth over the side of the cliff, I was sobering up, but Mina had called back and said she would meet us at the lake in twenty minutes. She knew where we were,
"Kirishima, hey, get away from the cliff," Kirishima scoffed, he leaned forward,
"I've done this millions of times dude chill." I hear a scuffling,
"-Save you," I hear that mumble and my heart stops, next thing I know, We're screaming, tangled together. Then Bakugo grabs my hands,
"-board!" Then we meet the water, it's freezing, much like is expected in spring. I can hardly see anything, I've lost Bakugo, I start to look around when I'm hauled quickly to the surface, but I'm the only one screaming and gasping for air when we do. I grasp the bank like I'm a cat, slowly I pull myself up. I lean back over and reach for Bakugo, he looks at me, eyes worried.
"I can't," he speaks so softly,
"Man I can't judge, now fucking take my hand." Bakugo grabs my hand, I haul him up and realize something, "holy fuck, you have a Mermaid Quirk?" Bakugo's entire bottom half was covered in golden almost a sunset array of scales ending in a long as fuck and pretty orange fin. A small explosion rips my attention to Bakugo,
"No, this is my quirk." Another small boom,
"Wait, so, mermaids are a thing, and I'm not still high."
Bakugo shrugs, I slap his arm, "Mermaids are a thing," he grumbles, "I have no clue if you're high." I lay back,
"Kirishima!" Both boys stiffen, I sit back up, our eyes meet, I grab Bakugo's hand,he grunts as I pull him away from the bank.