Splash Green

7

School sucks, any school, for and extended amount of time, sucks. Why do I do this to myself?
  An arm slinks around mine and I look dully at Kaminari.
  "Man, you look dead." I groan and continue walking, "You are dead, do you want to skip class and smoke a blunt?" I stop, smoke? The reason I'm still too tired is because I smoked too much last night.
However today, was a new day.

  I hack violently while Kaminari laughs. In the end I giggle with him before passing, I lean back into my chair with a large grin. Today was warm, just warm enough to not need a jacket, but Kaminari and I both still donned them in the shade. The world seemed to be bustling, humming about something. I lazily scan the football field,
  "Practice is about to start," I begin
  "Bro, why would you go to practice now you're too high to catch any balls, including Mcsplodes."
  "Kaminari!"
  "Chill, chill, my only thing is, why do stuff?"
  "You'd know the appeal if you actually did stuff."
  "I DO STUFF!"
  "What?"
  "Smoke weed and eat."
  "Wow,"
  "Oh god,"
  "I'm going to practice."
  "I'm going to see if I can join the soccer team."
  "Good luck? Don't get eaten alive!" Kami trots off and I flick the roach. Sero's on the soccer team
Uh oh, good luck Kami, god speed.
I quickly jog over to the locker room. No one's there hustling into my equipment I hear others enter.
"Oi Kirishima actually showing up to practice today?" Tetsu jeers
"Yup, knew you guy's would be lost without me." He slaps me on the back,
"Obviously man! We need our star lineman." Nope not a star lineman buddy,
"Yeah, Running back, but yeah." the locker room is bustling, the others chatter happily going about their days, then Bakugo walks in, silence. He doesn't bother looking around, just heads straight to his locker.
"Man, that guy's giving me the jeebies." Someone pipes, some freshman. Tetsu looks at him, stuffing his hands in his pockets, nobody says a word. I watch my grey haired friend, Tetsu didn't do any of that shitty stuff to Bakugo right? I hope not, no matter how rude someone was they didn't deserve that. Hell, I didn't deserve half the shit they did to me.
I walk back to Bakugo's locker, he says nothing shuffling into his pads.
  "Are you okay?"
  "You actually showed up to practice?" I straighten
  "Well, yeah I figured it was about time."
  "Good, maybe the team will actually suck less with you here." My hand reaches the back of my head and I don't meet his eyes,
  "Oh, probably not I'm rusty."
  "Still better than these extras," I put my hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine shitty hair." He shakes away my hand,
  "Why'd you change the subject then?"
  "Cause ain't no use answering a question that's stupid."
  "Hey, no questions are stupid."
  "Kaminari asked me who the girl was in our relationship."
  "Maybe one," Bakugo grins,
  "You're very agreeable."
  "I'm open to suggestions."
  "Well I suggest that we start practice, and bust some shitty heads," I step away,
  "But I'm a shitty head,"
  "No you have shitty hair, pretty head." 
  "What?"
  "Shut up," I sneak a peek at his red ears,
  "Did you compliment me?" If my stomach wasn't hardened I'd be on my knees.

  HAHAHA YOU'RE NOT STILL NOT READY FOR THIS?
God shut up brain, just keep on your line, don't look at anyone bent over, especially explosive blondes.
But he looks so good Kirishima, just a peek
  No, shut up brain.
  "HUT!"
Oh God, oh no run, run fast. I dig into the turf sprinting , Midorya is already halfway across the field. Run, run,
"Kirishima!" I whip my head around, the ball, it's been lugged towards, me?
Oh no
Oh no oh no oh no, I slap my arms out, running faster, no, he threw it too hard, I can still catch it! I burst forward, sudden energy filling me.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
My legs burn, my arms hurt from pumping them to fast, but I can do this, get the ball into the end zone, catch it! It comes within arms reach, my fingers graze the pigskin, grab it, my palms press into the balls sides, got IT.
No you don't
It was going too fast, the ball slips from my hands, and I feel someone slamming into my back,
No,
I slap the ground, hard, the turf actually scratches my elbows.
"Tail Bitch get off him!" Ojiro huh? He used to not be able to catch me. He hops off of me, "All right extras, hit the locker room." I push myself up to my knees, "Not you shitty hair," I groan, "You've gotta get faster, and that takes practice."