ᗩ ᕼOT ᑕᕼOᑕOᒪᗩTE KIᑎᗪᗩ GᑌY?

𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕆𝕗 𝕎𝕒𝕣

Kiri woke up and went straight to practice, he didn't have long until the races. Deku was there as promised with a camera and two apple muffins.

"Hey, Kiri! I got you a muffin!" Deku called, while the rest of the team was stretching. 

"Aw thanks!"

The stretches stopped, and then the workout began. 

"I think we should run steady 2 miles, then maybe a few sprints?" The coach asked, the team nodding in agreement. 

"Okay, meet back here in 35 minutes, be ready for sprints." 

Kiri ran effortlessly, it was almost graceful the way his feet thudded against the pavement. 

Deku's pictures were mainly focusing on the first few runners, but he couldn't resist getting some of Kiri. 

Running came to him like breathing, it was incredible to watch. 

"Hey, kid. What're you doing here?" Coach Aizawa asked laughing a bit when Midoryia jumped. 

"O-oh. I'm Izuku Midoriya, I do the school's newspaper, and Kirishima is kinda a big deal around here." 

"Don't worry about it, just don't distract him m'kay?" 

~Time Skip~

"Shit!" Kiri hissed as a duel-haired boy passed him in a relay race. 

The boy was now in first, and it was only about 3 feet until he won. 

Kiri's legs pumped faster, trying to catch up, but he knew he had lost. 

"Shit, man. Good game. Who're you anyways?" Kiri asked sticking his hand out for a high-five. 

"Shoto Todoroki." The man said monotoned, almost bored. 

"Cool name bro! So manly! My name i-" 

"I know who you are. I plan on beating you, no matter what scholarship you may have. Consider this a declaration of war." 

The duel-haired boy then stormed off hitting Deku's shoulder as he left, leaving Kiri confused. 

"Umm. Okay. Kinda rude but I guess it's fine." Midoryia said laughing a bit. "Did ya wanna get coffee later?" 

"Yeah. Let's go." Kirishima stated looking off towards the direction Todoroki went.