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writetomyheart2020-02-05 10:48 pm
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[Team one] stretch it out
So I was watching basketball and decided to write this brief AU thing where the Bakusquad is an intramural basketball team. Idk.
"The next round of the game has started. Teams, please report to your locker rooms." The woman's voice, emotionless and sterilized, echoes through the building over the speaker.
Bakugou ignores it. His team is already in place, waiting for their turn to take the court. He focuses on stretching his arms and legs, letting the anticipation of competition simmer underneath his skin. If they want to advance in the tournament, he needs to give it his all.
"I think we should have picked a brighter color to wear," Ashido says.
Yeah, Bakugou thinks to himself, considering his teammates, he really needs to give it his all.
Ashido is looking down at her jersey as if she's just now seeing it for the first time. No matter that they've already played five games together with the dark gray color.
"Bright yellow would have been perfect," Kaminari chimes in. "Imagine how easy the game would be if the other team is wincing every time they look at us."
"They can do that just by looking at your face," Sero teases, a wide grin stretching across his own face.
Kaminari pretends to be upset and the two of them start grappling like a pair of animals.
Sometimes Bakugou wonders why he got stuck with these people as his teammates. If only he could play basketball without a team...
"You can't play basketball without a team," Kirishima says, joining Bakugou in his stretching routine. He shoots Bakugou his usual friendly smile. "I know that's what you're thinking."
Bakugou only clicks his tongue in response.
"I think we're getting better, you know," Kirishima says cheerfully, and then lowers his voice to add, "we've got a pretty good coach."
"Shut up," Bakugou mutters to brush off the compliment.
He spends most of practice yelling himself hoarse at the rest of them. But maybe he can admit (not out loud) they're at least marginally better than when they first signed up for the team without knowing a single thing about the sport.
"Hey," he calls out to the boys still play-wrestling while Ashido eggs them on. "Save that energy for the other team."
"Will do!" Kaminari calls out, though he can't resist throwing one last elbow towards Sero.
"Let's do our best and win this," Kirishima says when Bakugou turns his attention back to him.
Bakugou clenches his fists with every ounce of determination he can muster. "Always."
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aleena_mokoia if you're up for it
"The next round of the game has started. Teams, please report to your locker rooms." The woman's voice, emotionless and sterilized, echoes through the building over the speaker.
Bakugou ignores it. His team is already in place, waiting for their turn to take the court. He focuses on stretching his arms and legs, letting the anticipation of competition simmer underneath his skin. If they want to advance in the tournament, he needs to give it his all.
"I think we should have picked a brighter color to wear," Ashido says.
Yeah, Bakugou thinks to himself, considering his teammates, he really needs to give it his all.
Ashido is looking down at her jersey as if she's just now seeing it for the first time. No matter that they've already played five games together with the dark gray color.
"Bright yellow would have been perfect," Kaminari chimes in. "Imagine how easy the game would be if the other team is wincing every time they look at us."
"They can do that just by looking at your face," Sero teases, a wide grin stretching across his own face.
Kaminari pretends to be upset and the two of them start grappling like a pair of animals.
Sometimes Bakugou wonders why he got stuck with these people as his teammates. If only he could play basketball without a team...
"You can't play basketball without a team," Kirishima says, joining Bakugou in his stretching routine. He shoots Bakugou his usual friendly smile. "I know that's what you're thinking."
Bakugou only clicks his tongue in response.
"I think we're getting better, you know," Kirishima says cheerfully, and then lowers his voice to add, "we've got a pretty good coach."
"Shut up," Bakugou mutters to brush off the compliment.
He spends most of practice yelling himself hoarse at the rest of them. But maybe he can admit (not out loud) they're at least marginally better than when they first signed up for the team without knowing a single thing about the sport.
"Hey," he calls out to the boys still play-wrestling while Ashido eggs them on. "Save that energy for the other team."
"Will do!" Kaminari calls out, though he can't resist throwing one last elbow towards Sero.
"Let's do our best and win this," Kirishima says when Bakugou turns his attention back to him.
Bakugou clenches his fists with every ounce of determination he can muster. "Always."
Your turn
aleena_mokoia if you're up for it