supa strikas FUCKING highschool au with... matashaw... oneshot... thanks... sorry
it was a warm September morning. Wouldâve been great if it JUST wasnât the 29th of September.
exactly the day they had to present their geography projects.
Nathan Shaw got paired up with a gnarly-looking tan guy with bruises all over and ear piercings. What was it again? Sk... Skarra?
then there was an Asian girl, she had some strands of her hair dyed fun colors, and he had to admit it didn't look bad at all... She played some weird sport. Cuju? Something with a C and a lot of kicking.
and the only person he actually knew: Tora!!!!!
the thing was, no one in the group actually did anything.
well, Tora did something... right?... Skarra was always âtoo busyâ (which somehow included being shirtless in the gym like twice a day), the cuju girl didnât even answer his emails, and Tora wouldnât even tell him what part of the project he was supposed to do.
but don't worry, Nathan Shaw ALWAYS has a plan, during recess, right before the presentation, Nathan snuck into the library and googled:
"random funny facts about the USA"
guns. presidents getting shot. politicians getting shot.
black guy getting shot...
âJesus.â He blinked twice
âare there any fun facts,â he thought to himself, âthat donât involve anyone getting shot?â
he didnât really find any...
but whatever, he had ten minutes before the bell rang, and anything was better than showing up with absolutely nothing.
ten minutes later, the bell rang.
his hands were shaky, not like strong, but it was noticeable.
Nathan Shaw. nervous. About a group project.
it wasnât even the grade he cared about. It was the punishment. From⌠him...
he shivered just thinking about the geography teacher
someone tapped on his shoulder as he was about to enter the classroom, Tora!
âSkarra does the intro, you talk about the impact of USA on the global market. Me and Shing will do the rest, okay?â
Nathan glanced down at his notebook, four lines of pure nonsense, a badly drawn American flag, and a little sketch of a gun.
"yeaaahhhh... global USA market.... okaaaayy..."
whatever, it was too late to change anything anyways
âGroup Four,â Mr. Sheikh Ali Zaman announced. âYouâre up.â
the four of them exchanged nervous glances, actually no, Skarra looked quite... calm...
Nathan felt a knot twist in his throat. like he just forgot how to breathe
no one said anything, until Skarra came forward, smacking his bubblegum like this was all some joke, like his grade didn't literally depend on the words that he was about to spit out
âuuuuhhh, yeah.... Weâre Group Four, and weâre Skarra Mashona, Nathan Shaw, Tora Tatsumaki, and Shiiiiiing... uhhhh, Shing?â
he glanced back at the rest of the group like heâd never met them in his life. then, went into a 10-minute speech straight from wikipedia. Half of it didnât make any sense, but hey, it definitely had a bunch of intelectual words in it
and then it was Nathanâs turn.
he stepped up. cleared his throat. looked down.
read the first thing heâd written.
âIn 1893, a man tried to mail a whole house.â
he looked up. The whole class was staring at him.
"uhm... yeah. In 1893, there was this dude in Ohio who, like, tried to mail a 40-ton house. By train.â
but it wasnât his usual smug laugh. Not the popular-kid-laughing-at-you-and-then-telling-you-to-kill-yourself kind.
it was real. he was actually trying to hide it, covering his mouth with his hand
he turned toward Mr. Sheikh. he looked... disappointed. no expression, no emotion, just pure blank disappointment. like he expected this from him
âAnd also! In some towns in Pennsylvania, itâs... kinda illegal to sleep on a fridge outside?â
âLike... why would you even? Right? Fridge?â
Carlos laughed again, louder this time
Nathan really wanted to FUCKING die
Tora wasnât any better, he mixed up his project notes with a list of his grandmaâs meds. and Shing just talked about sports. Of course she talked about sports. Thatâs cheating. Easy way out.
by the end, their group got a 4 out of 10.
Nathan walked out of class numb, heâd just embarrassed himself in front of EVERYONE. Failed the project
then he saw Carlos. Grinning ear to ear like it was the best show heâd seen all year.
âYou know,â Carlos chuckled, catching up to him, âI think the stuff you said about America was way more interesting than whatever Sheikh Ali Zaman was on about.â
Nathan blinked. âThanks, dude...
"youâre also, like... not bad.... sometimes....â
Carlos laughed and bumped shoulders with him.
âI wouldâve given you a five. you know, just saying...â
Carlos smiled and walked off toward the bathroom, leaving Nathan standing there, not much going on in his head anyways, maybe wondering what was for lunch???
in the bathroom, Carlos closed the door behind him and leaned against the sink.
âHowâd I do? Was I too mean?â he said out loud.
He yanked open the first stall and found Riano sitting on the toilet with his phone.
âDo you think he noticed my cherry lip balm?â
Riano jumped, almost dropping his phone, technically they weren't allowed to have their phones out in school, but John taught him how to unlock this "secret" ping pong game in it and since then he'd been playing it non stop
âbe honest, man. did he look at me when I left? Like, down? at my butt?â
Carlos grabbed him by the shoulders. âRiano. This is important.â
âuh... yeahjhhh!..... totally! right, Klaus?â
Klaus popped his head out from under the divider. âJa! He totally saw the lip balm. I could see it in his face. This is like that manga I read where the two rivals-â
âDo you think he saw the zit on my cheek? I swear Iâve been trying to pop it all morning, itâs obsessed with me!!!!!â
âCarlos, please-â Riano groaned, trying to push him off.
Carlos stared at his reflection in the mirror.
âYou think heâs into, like... disasters?â
Riano and Klaus shared glances, they both knew the answer
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