"COME ON, YOU SPURS!!" echoed in the concave stadium of
navy blue and lily white. A massive TV screen showed the score- tied at 2-2 with Tottenham Hotspur locked in a thrilling match against bitter rivals, Arsenal. A red shirt slid on the turf, knocking the ball out of bounds as his legs crashed into a Spur's man. Cheers and claps from the one small section of red, while the majority howled and raged against the referee. Admittedly, it looked like a foul as the referee jogged over to book the Arsenal right-back.Laughs, jeers, and applause, this time from the sea of lilywhite, as the defender argued his case. The referee would have none of it, his hand defiant of the case made in front of him as the yellow card warned him against any transgressions.
The Spur's attacking midfield walked up to take the following spot kick. Placed upon the left corner of the opposition's penalty box, the skilled Spur's man assessed his options. Players lined the box, both teams awaiting a cross as the Arsenal Keeper directed his wall to cover the far post of the Arsenal goal.
"COME ON, YOU SPURS!!!" screamed Denki as the South Stand(where Denki and co. were situated). "COME ON YOU SPURS!!"
Despite their previous argument about football, the others were invested in the Lilywhites, chanting and singing with the Englishmen. Of course, the language barrier was a minor annoyance, but being moderately good at studying, they were able to bypass this. The hoarse cheers and jeers echoed as the Lilywhite number 10 took his run up.
A gasp as the cross curled inwards towards the goal, over the first crowd of people, completely missing the crowd... only to come to a LONE LILYWHITE IN THE CORNER!!!
The marauding defender had made a run from the back field to head it towards goal, the crowd prepared to let wild as the ball was sent on target. No way he would miss, he was all alone, nothing in front of him.... and it was saved by the Arsenal goalkeeper.
A groan from the sea of navy blue and a sigh of relief from the bright red splotch. Claps from every part of the stadium as they applauded the great display of football.
Denki had watched plenty of football before, but this was better than just sitting on the couch. Singing chants, watching the celebrities battle it out on the pitch, jumping and letting wild. His white hoodie, to his surprise, remained unstained as his black bomber jacket accented his blonde hair. A Navy Blue and Lilywhite scarf hung at his shoulders. Small jingles were heard as his black earrings bounced up and down.
"Nice one, boys, let's get another one!" he cheered.
Kyouka was sat next to him, calmly sipping coke as she kept her eyes on her partner. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, and Mina were separated from them by a few seats. Kyouka was adamant of keeping a cool head and keeping her blonde dork out of any trouble.
Personally, Kyouka didn't understand the hype of football, or any sports for that matter. Instead of watching a 2 hour display of physical and technical prowess, she was more inclined to dee a concert and eat fast food. Or spending 2 hours cuddling with said blonde idiot. Whichever.
Wearing a black, form-fitting turtleneck and a beige overcoat, she had the same earrings as her partner, having bought them before the trip. Her fingernails tapping on her phone as she read her social media. Hmmm, Momo decided to take Todoroki on a date around London, and he seemed to be enjoying his teddy bear that he had won. Midoriya, as per usual, had stayed at the British Institute of Hero Development in a fervor, followed by Uraraka and Iida. The rest of the class were out shopping or chilling in the hotel rooms.
A message. Kyouka opened it. It was from Mina.
Mina-"Soooooo, how's your date so far?"
Kyouka-"It's not a date seeing as you're here."
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KamiJirou-Dreaming
RomanceYour typical BNHA fanfic, with Kaminari and Jirou. Be aware this is my first fanfic so please dont be too harsh and please send advice. Thanks!!