Splash Green

2

"I think it's safe,"
  "No,"
  "Bakugo,"
  "Kirishima,"
Bakugo has his arms crossed in the back seat, his long tail scrunched against the door.
  "How much longer till you change back?"
  "I have to go back into the water to change back."
  "Then why are we driving away from the lake? Bakugo only glares at me. "Should I turn around?" He doesn't answer only keeps eye contact in the mirror. "I'll turn around."
  "Don't," I look up into the mirror again, "I have a pool at home, it's safer." I nod in response,
  "Now, was that so hard?" I earn a glare, "Where do you even live?" I hear the blond shuffle in the back seat, he points to a road ahead,
  "Take that to Cantor, then go left, about a mile down is my house."
  "Man, I don't know road names, do I look like a GPS?"
  Silence.
  "Just pay attention for once shitty hair." I hear more shuffling before I turn my head to Bakugo's chest resting on my shoulder. He threads an arm around my other one and points, I follow his instructions, a bit surprised that he lives so close to the lake. Now that I think of it, makes sense, water, don't mermaids need plenty of that?
  "Do you need some water man?" I hear Bakugo swallow,
  "How'd you put that one together Einstein?" I blindly grope under my seat and pull out a half empty water bottle. "No,"
  "Why not?"
  "Do you know the amount of germs in there, I have no idea who drank that." I roll my eyes,
  "It was me, who else, this is my car."
  "You have other people in your car all the time." I can feel his voice in his chest, heat rushes up my spine and to my face.
  "And why do you know that?" My voice, damn the thing, it got higher. The warmth is gone from my shoulder, I look to see Bakugo brooding again, I toss back the water bottle, I hear him gulp it down.
  Wow, was he really just trying to be an ass?
  Considering the fact that he doesn't have one right now, he can't help it.
  I snort,
  "What are you laughing about?" It's more of a demand than a question,
  "Nothing."
  "Kirishima, I swear of you don't tell me, I'll make you run another five laps at practice." My jaw drops, Bakugo's mouth curls into a shit eating grin. I glare at him in the mirror,
  "You don't have an ass Bakugo, that's why you're being one." I look back to the road at his expression of shock. Then he starts to laugh, a deep wheeze building into a deep chestful bellow. I look in the mirror, anxiously tapping the wheel. Bakugo has his mouth covered by his hand, but his eyes are closed, and his cheeks are puffed like a chipmunk. His eyes open a bit as he puts his hand down to support himself, now I can see his smile, I look back at the road. I hadn't expected it to be so bright, maybe fangs or, something, but not an actor's smile.
  "Didn't expect that from you shitty hair." He speaks softly, I look back to his red demon eyes, I recognize that look, where from, I can't think of it, but it's in my head. Finally we're here, I pull into Bakugo's driveway, he flicks his tail impatiently while I hop out and open the back door, he extends his arms like a child, I crouch and grab around his waist, he puts his tail carefully on my other arm. I lift him then kick the door shut. What a great time for my hair gel to finally fully give out, I start to do that weird blow thing to get the strands out of my face, but my hair is heavy laden with gel. I grunt, and start to readjust to free my arm, but a large hand slips onto my forehead and pushes it back.  "We don't have time, anyone can see us right now,"
  "Just tell them it was a costume party, and you couldn't get the fin off."
  "It's summer shitty hair." I start to hobble to the back,
  "Well, there's clubs, festivals, soccer game spirit, we could be celebrating the upcoming season." I earn myself a pinch on the nose,
  "And none of those things are actually happening, so what if people ask about it." I sigh and lean against the side of Bakugo's house,
  "Why are they so nosy anyway?" Bakugo looks off into the night, he looks calm, the calmest I've seen him.
  "Because they're people, and they're alive, and they act, not realizing mistakes until it hurts them, and by then, they've already make so many more." For a moment he looks tired, I wish I could say something, anything, but like many moments before, I'm too high to think of exactly what. I settle for continuing to walk, I feel the arms around my neck softly squeeze, I take it as a thank you.