I'm not ready for this mock game. My mind's a million miles away, I'm lacing up my kleats, Bakugo shuffles beside me squeezing into his pads. He's antsy, eyes not really focused on anything. The rest of the team is almost ready, just waiting on Allmight, and Bakugo, I can see that he's not ready to give an inspirational speech anytime soon, I snatch up an extra water bottle and pour it down his back, then another down his front, he pecks me on the cheek in response.
I freeze,
did he really just?
I shake it off and swallow dryly. He's not quite there yet, I can feel Monoma looking at me,
"So THATS why you two are so close huh? Should have known Kirishima had to sleep his way into the running back position!" I look at him, about to fire back,
Why is he even here? He can't play till mid season.
Before I can even begin to speak a word Tetsu hammers him in the face with his elbow, Monoma hits the ground, out cold. Tetsu looks at me, then turns to glare at the rest of the team. Silence. Then Tetsu relaxes, and shuffles out of the locker room dragging Monoma behind him mumbling about the nurse.
When Allmight finally comes in the team is almost all suited up.
"Is everyone ready?" The team shuffles into place around him, "now, I know this is a practice game, I know we won't lose anything from this," Allmight kneels making eye contact with all of us, "except our pride." Loud whoops, "I'm glad you're all agreeable! But what does this mean?" The whooping begins again repeatedly, low, "does this mean we lose our pride? What we've worked so hard to achieve so far?" Louder, "What are we gonna do tonight? Hunker down because it's a mock game?"
"We're gonna KICK SOME ASS!" Bakugo rips loose with a yell. Explosive whooping follows, I pray I'm the loudest, but probably not.
"CORRECT BAKUGO NOW LETS GO OUT THERE AND KICK SOME ASS! UA ON THREE, LEAD THEM BAKUGO!"
"ONE!" He screeches almost drowned out slapping his hand down onto the open air,
"TWO!" The team hollers with him each one slamming their hand down,
"THREE!"
"U! A! U! A!" Hands are flung into the air some slapping others the locker room is booming as teammates scramble over each other trying to make room for an exiting Allmight. Bakugo grabs my hand, a demonic grin on his face, I smile at him, he drags me out with him, the team follows, and before we all know it we're running the field loud music and cheering greets us. The lights are almost blinding, and even though there's still enough light outside they make the field impossibly green. Speaking of green, Midorya runs beside me, light crackling in his eyes. We're all hyped, we're all ready, bring it on contenders!
Final play, it all comes down to this, I'm pacing on the line, my defense mocking my moves. I keep a close eye on Bakugo, he only has a second to put the ball in action, fourth down thirty seconds, thirty-five yard line, not impossible, yet not easy. Bakugo tenses barking out a
"Ten-" his eyes flash to mine, I start jogging closer to my teammates, "-HUT!" In a flash, pivot, turn, sprint! The guard overshoots me and I book it down the grass, "KIRISHIMA!" I'm ready already extending my arms to catch the pigskin, I look up, having already looked back instinctively, it's there, two more steps, AND I HAVE IT. I pump my legs as fast as they can go, hearing heaving panting behind me, I dig deeper into my aching muscles reserves, my kleats dig into the ground, I almost can't tell if I'm breathing, I barely feel the ground beneath me, I'm close almost, ten, five, one step and I'm at four, another, three, two, slam!
I'm hit from behind and the side. My arms out stretched I'm tossed into the sideline, the bodies writhe above me, once my head is clear I look at the ref, I touched it I had to have, I DID! The refs hold up two arms, whistles screaming in unison. I hop up screaming, the team goes wild slamming into each other slapping each other on the back, I look to them, Bakugo is sprinting towards me, others follow, but he hits me first, our helmets clank together as we hit the ground, "YOU FUCKING DID IT I FUCKING KNEW YOU COULD!" He screams into my face, he can't help it, it's almost needed to scream over the roaring crowd. I try to wrap my arms around his shoulders but can only grope at the pads. I look up into the stands from my vantage point on the ground, the crowds noises ebb away, so does Bakugo's screaming, but why, why in this perfect moment, is he here? I'd recocnize the sloped posture and dry smile even without the hood, the killer of my car, Shigoraki. Bakugo tenses above me and I know he sees him too, leaning over the railings, looking down on us, he straightens and stuffs his hands into his pockets, slowly he walks down the incline and behind the bleachers. We're up in an instant, vaulting over railings and into the crowd, when we make it under the bleachers, Shigoraki lounges there whole hand, but one finger on a support.
"Well, well guess I should have just not watched the game huh?" He looks at us, "I couldn't resist, sorry." Bakugo takes a step forward, "ah? No, you can stay where you are. These bleachers are expensive, and I can't help but notice they go pretty high up. We tense as his middle finger gets closer. "It's best you two go ahead and leave, You're not who I'm supposed to be meeting with tonight." I don't want to but, there's no other choice but to retreat, if he managed to drop all the people from the top of the stands then, most certainly there would be a lot of broken bones, possibly some deaths.
"Who are you meeting with Shigoraki?" Bakugo questions. He smiles,
"Someone else introduced me then, how rude." I look to the open space behind the bleachers, there's no one, until, Monoma comes creeping down the incline, he looks under the bleachers, then immediately starts spiriting for the open gate to the parking lot.
"Bakugo!" We take off after the blonde, it made sense, the traitor pissed off about missing so many games, pissed about Kirishima and Bakugo, perfect pickings for evil. We couldn't grab Shigoraki but we can grab this back stabber. Bakugo has him pinned not even halfway out of the gate.
"You! It's always you isn't it!?" He snarls,
"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't mean to,"
"What do you mean you didn't mean to?"
"The other team cornered me!"
We exchange looks,
"What do you mean,"
"They forced me to tell them what you would use on your last play! But we still won, everything's fine right guys?" Monoma is shaking, Bakugo shoves off of him I stand as well. Well look back at the bleachers, no dark shape of Shigoraki.
"Fuck," Bakugo growls,
There goes our wonderful night.
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Splash Green
FanfictionMermaid AU Kirishima and College don't mix, late nights, early mornings, and football. He hardly has time for anything, even himself. Kirishima has his own problems, although he doesn't deal with them in the smartest way. It only makes sense that he...
