supa strikas FUCKING highschool au with... matashaw... oneshot... thanks... sorry
it was a warm September morning. Would’ve been great if it JUST wasn’t 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 “too busy” (which somehow included being shirtless in the gym like twice a day), the cuju girl didn’t even answer his emails, and Tora wouldn’t 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...
“Jesus.” He blinked twice
“are there any fun facts,” he thought to himself, “that don’t involve anyone getting shot?”
he didn’t 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 wasn’t 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!
“Skarra does the intro, you talk about the impact of USA on the global market. Me and Shing will do the rest, okay?”
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
“Group Four,” Mr. Sheikh Ali Zaman announced. “You’re up.”
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
“uuuuhhh, yeah.... We’re Group Four, and we’re Skarra Mashona, Nathan Shaw, Tora Tatsumaki, and Shiiiiiing... uhhhh, Shing?”
he glanced back at the rest of the group like he’d never met them in his life. then, went into a 10-minute speech straight from wikipedia. Half of it didn’t make any sense, but hey, it definitely had a bunch of intelectual words in it
and then it was Nathan’s turn.
he stepped up. cleared his throat. looked down.
read the first thing he’d written.
“In 1893, a man tried to mail a whole house.”
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.”
but it wasn’t 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
“And also! In some towns in Pennsylvania, it’s... kinda illegal to sleep on a fridge outside?”
“Like... why would you even? Right? Fridge?”
Carlos laughed again, louder this time
Nathan really wanted to FUCKING die
Tora wasn’t any better, he mixed up his project notes with a list of his grandma’s meds. and Shing just talked about sports. Of course she talked about sports. That’s cheating. Easy way out.
by the end, their group got a 4 out of 10.
Nathan walked out of class numb, he’d just embarrassed himself in front of EVERYONE. Failed the project
then he saw Carlos. Grinning ear to ear like it was the best show he’d seen all year.
“You know,” Carlos chuckled, catching up to him, “I think the stuff you said about America was way more interesting than whatever Sheikh Ali Zaman was on about.”
Nathan blinked. “Thanks, dude...
"you’re also, like... not bad.... sometimes....”
Carlos laughed and bumped shoulders with him.
“I would’ve given you a five. you know, just saying...”
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.
“How’d I do? Was I too mean?” he said out loud.
He yanked open the first stall and found Riano sitting on the toilet with his phone.
“Do you think he noticed my cherry lip balm?”
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
“be honest, man. did he look at me when I left? Like, down? at my butt?”
Carlos grabbed him by the shoulders. “Riano. This is important.”
“uh... yeahjhhh!..... totally! right, Klaus?”
Klaus popped his head out from under the divider. “Ja! He totally saw the lip balm. I could see it in his face. This is like that manga I read where the two rivals-”
“Do you think he saw the zit on my cheek? I swear I’ve been trying to pop it all morning, it’s obsessed with me!!!!!”
“Carlos, please-” Riano groaned, trying to push him off.
Carlos stared at his reflection in the mirror.
“You think he’s into, like... disasters?”
Riano and Klaus shared glances, they both knew the answer
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