Soon enough Midoriya and Kirishima had shown up. The two boys sat down on the pavement next to Annya, who was currently playing a game her brother had gotten her on her phone. She waved to the two boys happily and showed a brightly smile.
"H-hi Yuu!" exclaimed Midoriya with a smile.
"Heyyy~" Kirishima peered over her should to watch the game she was playing.
"Subway surfers?" he inquired. She simply nodded, too focused on the entertainment at hand. Izuku scooted closer to the girl to watch as well. She slightly lifted her head, acknowledging the green-haired boy with a soft smile. Nishinoya was currently shooting lay-ups by himself, drowning the three other teens out with his music.
***
The teens sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the girl play. It had been around 11 minutes since the boys had arrived, and they were still waiting for Bakugou. Izuku had began braiding the girl's hair as they waited. Twist. Untangle. Repeat. It was quite relaxing for the girl. She hadn't had someone show this much physical affection since she was little, you know, back when her family was happy. Maybe she could get used to this.
"I'm here losers." it was Bakugou, of course. He was wearing a black hoodie, and grey basketball shorts, which he accessorized with a baseball cap worn backwards. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he approached the trio. Annya snapped her head up, smiling excitedly when she saw the boy.
"Okay! Nishi! Let's play!" The black-haired girl stood up, running past Bakugou to her brother, trying to steal the ball from him playfully. Nishinoya laughed and held the ball close to his chest, getting in a defensive position. He faked left, then proceeded to cross over and go in for a lay-up. As he shot, Annya jumped up and tipped the ball backwards, laughing hard.
"Suck it Noya-" Annya taunted, before she was abruptly cut off as Nishinoya tumbled into her body, picking her up by waist roughly and running around with her. She laughed hysterically and hit his back harshly, demanding to be put down.
"You asshat- we're supposed to be playing" Nishinoya set the girl down, noticing the fond expression on Kirishima's face, the annoyed look on Bakugou's face, and finally, the concerned look on poor Izuku's face.
"Be c-careful!" scolded Izuku.
"Alright cmon, let's play 2 on 2." Annya said, while brushing off her jeans.
"But there's 5 of us, how will that work?" asked Kirishima
"We'll sub in, now hurry up you fucking extras." Bakugou stated.
Everyone nodded. Nishinoya started as a sub, so he sat down outside of the boundary line, pulling out his phone. The rest of the group picked teams, making Izuku and Annya on a team, and Kirishima and Bakugou on a team.
Annya and Izuku started on defense, Annya guarding Kirishima, and Izuku guarding Bakugou. Kirishima passed the ball to Bakugou, who then smiled menacingly at poor Izuku, who was scared shitless. The pomeranian boy shoved the boy to the ground and stepped back, making the basket from near the elbow.
"Hey! That's a foul!" Yelled Annya.
"There's no fouls in street-ball." Bakugou said with his signature smirk adorning his face.
"What- ya know what? Okay. Izuku switch with me." Annya said as she helped Izuku up.
"O-okay Annya." the boy complied, now guarding Kirishima. Bakugou took this as an opportunity seeing as the girl wasn't very muscular and decided to push past her, dribbling to the hoop. The blonde stopped, ready to shoot the ball, when the curly-haired girl put her hand on his face and pushed him backwards.
"WHAT THE FUCK" Bakugou yelled, getting up in Annya's face.
"Sorry, I thought there was no fouls.." she stated innocently, looking up at Bakugou with puppy eyes, a mischievous glint behind them.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
"Lower your damn voice." Nishinoya yelled from the sidelines.
"It's fine Bakugou!" chided Kirishima, causing Annya to smile at him.
"Yeah okay whatever-" fumed Bakugou.
The teens continued to play a couple more games, all of which included a lot of pushing and shoving, not to mention cussing. At one point, Annya had even poked Kirishima in the stomach as he went to shoot leaving the boy's face redder than his hair. Now, the group decided to take a break from playing. They all sat down on the pavement, drinking their water and laughing with one another, you know, minus Bakugou. Annya soon sat down as well, only this time, she sat right in between Bakugou's legs, seeming to think nothing of it as she began to play subway surfers again.
"What THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN-" Bakugou was stopped as she reached behind herself and put a finger to his lips, signaling that she was in the middle. Bakugou's cheeks turned slightly pink as he realized the position they were in.
"what the fuck.." he mumbled. He sighed heavily, almost as giving a 'okay fuck it' type vibe.
He put his hands on her waist, shifting her to be more comfortable, and of course, him to be more comfortable. He rested his head on her shoulder, watching as she swiped left and right. He almost felt right in that moment. It was confusing how he wanted to keep his arms around her, and hold her. He didn't like the feeling one bit. Not. At. All.
***
Sooner than later, everyone had bid their goodbyes, picking up their stuff and heading home. You could say they all had a good time, some more interesting than good, bu fine nonetheless. They split up, going their separate ways, all with different thoughts on their minds, but one thought they all had in common, was Annya.
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