After leaving Baji, Mikey goes to his fifth period and takes a nap until seventh. All his friends had agreed to take gym for their seventh period so that even if they each had after school obligations, they'd at least be able to see each other for an hour before going their separate ways.
Mikey scrubs his groggy face with his palms as he walks himself to the locker room. Baji greets him with a whip of his t-shirt across the face. The slight sting against his eyelids wakes him up. Mikey playfully shoves him against one of the lockers.
Chifuyu shoves Mikey back, so Draken shoves Chifuyu and then a play fight is about to break out until a whistle blows. Mikey dresses into his gym clothes begrudgingly, he was looking forward to releasing a little aggression. He hopes they're playing dodge ball today as they shuffle outside.
The coach sits them all down on the gritty asphalt of the track. Baji finally lets his hair down during roll call.
Kazutora eyes his glossy mane appreciatively. "I'm thinking of growing my hair out," he mentions.
Chifuyu scowls from beside him. "Do not."
"Shut the fuck up," Kazutora mutters, elbowing him in the ribs.
"I think it'd look nice," Mitsuya comments, "You and Baji both have thick hair."
"Baji, you look like that guy from Twilight." Pah says out loud.
Some of the girls in their class take notice and begin whispering amongst themselves.
Baji cranes his neck around. "Who?" he asks, canines glinting around a smirk. "Edward?"
"No. Jacob." Pah explains before getting the whistle blown at him.
The coach lets the wet whistle fall onto his polo. "Haruki, why aren't you wearing your gym clothes again?"
Pah throws his head back and groans. "Coach, why are you on my dick again?"
The coach redirects them all to the basketball court so he can write another referral for Pah. Mikey frowns as he starts walking towards courts. He wished Pah could be a little more careful with what he does.
Since there's two classes that have gym at the same time, the court is always full. The other class's coach tells them to practice dribbling, but no one listens to him and everyone just takes a ball from the rack and tries to make a three. Despite there being forty students on the court, there are only two hoops and Mikey's group is infamous enough that no one tries to join theirs.
Most of the girls just sit on the bleachers and watch while the guys start dunking on each other. Out of the corner of his eye though, Mikey spots the same girl from Baji's class and feels his throat thicken. She's trying to guard Ran Haitani, until he passes the ball to Hanma, who dribbles lazily with one hand while smoking a cigarette with the other.
Mikey watches as she tries to steal the ball from between the taller boys. She's got her the crown of her hair tied up in a high pony. The standard gym shorts and shirt are too baggy on her lanky frame. She looks entirely too fragile to be roughhousing with those guys. He almost finds himself walking up to them before a ball gets shoved into his chest. "Where are you going, Michael Jordan?" Baji asks.
Mikey blinks out of whatever trance he was in as he shakes his head. Kazutora follows his line of sight over to the girl.
"Oh, he's going to go talk to his girlfriend," he teases, jerking his thumb toward the girl.
Baji looks over with a perked brow. "That's her?"
"Damn, she's fucking stacked." Chifuyu gawks.
"Seriously," Kazutora whistles, and then looks over at Baji. "How do you see a girl with a body like that and think she's a boy?"
Mikey feels somehow insulted by the way they're talking about her. Her arms look tiny in the sleeves, but the cheap material of the t-shirt stretches against her chest. He feels like throwing sand in their eyes for staring at her.
Baji shakes his head and dribbles the ball offhandedly. "She doesn't look like that in her uniform."
"He's got a point," Chifuyu says. "She kinda blends in with all those guys."
Kazutora rubs his temples. "She was wearing a skirt." he reminds them.
"Can we stop talking about her?" Mikey snaps, snatching the ball from Baji and throwing it at Kazutora. He's quick enough to catch it before he gets hurt.
Kazutora sucks at basketball, so he simply throws it back at Mikey. Soon enough they all start playing dodge ball. The coach is too busy chewing out Pah for not dressing out to notice. Again, Mikey is happy to get all the aggression out of his system after a long day, but he still finds it impossible to look away from her for more than a couple seconds. He catches the grin on Hanma's face and the knowing look in Ran Haitani's eye as she bounces around between them. Kazutora joins him in watching her from across the court.
"Honestly though, how does she have boobs the size of her head and no ass?" he wonders.
"Your mom has that exact body type." Draken points out.
Chifuyu chortles into the heel of his palm. "Wow. Yeah, she does."
Mikey resolutely stares down at his shoes. It feels wrong to look at her like this.
Baji nudges his chin up. "Why don't you just go talk to her?" he asks.
Mikey rolls his eyes. "I'm not taking advice from a guy who's never spoken to a girl."
"What are you talking about?" he frowns. "I talk to plenty of girls."
"Like who?" Kazutora asks.
"Like girls my actual age," he sneers, "Unlike you."
Kazutora scoffs. "Sure."
"You know," Draken plays with his earring, "I feel like the only guy qualified to give relationship advice is Mitsuya."
Mitsuya looks away, blushing slightly at their eager glances. "Stay out of my business." he mutters.
Chifuyu grins. "What kinda business?"
"Probably none," Kazutora snorts. "Hakkai doesn't give them any alone time."
"You don't know that," Draken says, then gives Mitsuya an expectant glance.
He shrugs. "Neither of us is ever home alone, but sometimes I sneak her into my room before my mom gets home."
"For what?"
Mikey watches him carefully. Mitsuya isn't one to kiss and tell. He tries to keep his relationship private out of respect for his girlfriend, but it seems even he's not above a little bragging. Mitsuya blushes again, smiling slightly, "Sometimes, I lick her out."
A grin stretches Kazutora's face. "And the other times?"
"Yeah, what does she do?" Chifuyu prods.
Baji's eyes glimmer. "Better be giving back what she's getting."
Mitsuya's quiet for a short while. They all seem to hold their breath in anticipation.
"Well," Draken mutters after a second, "Does she?"
Mitsuya bites down on a smile, shrugging again, "That's classified intel..."
They all break into celebratory laughter. Chifuyu screams and runs up to slam his palm on the rusty board. Baji leaps up and latches onto the bare rim to do a couple pull ups. Kazutora climbs up the pole and hollers. Draken claps him on the shoulder.
Mikey nudges Mitsuya playfully, just as he's about to congratulate him, he notices the girl walking past their side of the court.
His friends all look at Mikey, waiting for him to make his move, but he's stuck in place. The girl walks up to some random kid sitting on the bleachers with a small group of other second years.
"Oh, shit," Chifuyu mutters under his breath.
The girl starts fumbling with her hair as she talks to him. She's acting the way Emma acts around Draken.
"Is that her boyfriend?" Draken asks.
"Nah," Mitsuya shakes his head, "I'm pretty sure that guy has a girlfriend."
Mikey sizes him up. He's got his hair dyed and styled weirdly. There's no way a guy like that has a girlfriend.
"He looks like a pussy," Kazutora declares.
"Let's beat his ass." Baji says, slamming his fist into his open palm.
"Let's go." Chifuyu nods, right behind him.
Mikey reaches out for Kazutora and Baji's shoulders, pulling them back. "Can you calm down? We're not going to go beat that guy up just for talking to her."
Baji looks back at him. "You know what, you're right. Why don't you go talk to her and rid us of this embarrassment."
"Honestly, Mikey, you've been acting weird ever since you saw her." Kazutora adds. "Just go let her know you think she's cute."
Draken pushes Mikey from behind and soon they all launch him towards her general direction. The momentum almost makes Mikey trip again, but he wills himself to stay upright in her company. He's not humiliating himself in front of her again.
It's only when he's a foot away from them that he realizes he has nothing to say. The guy she's talking to glances up at him. Mikey stares him down.
"You again?" she asks.
Her voice floods his brain like the sweetest song he's ever heard. It makes him stuck for a moment.
"What do you want?" he faintly hears her say.
He takes a slight look over his shoulder to see Chifuyu give him a thumbs-up. His friends are all laughing at him, but honestly, he's just so glad to be around her again. He feels likes he's being enveloped into her whimsical vibe. It makes him giddy.
"Um." his voice cracks. "I can open a door."
The other guy stares at him blankly. "Okay?"
"Is that why you fell flat on your face trying to open one?" she asks, the corner of her lip curling into a smirk.
She's making fun on him. Distantly, he recognizes this, but he's so thrilled to have made her smile that he doesn't care.
"Mikey~" someone calls from behind him. Mikey turns to see Hanma approaching, cigarette burning down and ashing on the pavement.
"Hanma," he greets evenly. He still kinda hates this guy for the way he was eyeing her up.
"You know Senju?" he asks, nodding over at the girl before him.
"Senju?" Mikey remarks. It only just occurs to him that he never learned her name.
"That's the great Mikey you're always talking about?" she asks.
Before they can be formally introduced, the bell rings signaling their dismissal from school.
"What are you doing later?" Hanma asks Mikey, just as his friends come walking up to him.
"Uh," Mikey mumbles, wondering if Senju is tagging along to whatever Hanma's doing after school.
"We're going to McDonald's." Draken answers from behind him, voice edging on vicious.
Mikey takes a look back to see all his friends staring Hanma, Senju and the other guy down. Even Pah and Peh are here. They all look pissed.
Baji puts his hair back up. He manages to wrap the elastic around his ponytail three whole times before fixing them a scowl. "And none of you are invited."