Kiba/Shino
(Kiba's PointOfView)
To say I was tired was an understatement I was utterly exhausted. Panting I laid down in the soft grass of the soccer field, closing my eyes as if to block the setting sun's light from my world. My heart was racing practice was brutal and Shino being the coach he was didn't go easy on me. If I didn't know any better I'd say he had it out for me.
Suddenly there was shade, strange I though everyone would be in the locker rooms. Then that sent filed my nose, I'd know that smell any where.
Shino..
Fuck I know it sounds cliché but all the same I fell for the creepy coach. Slowly I opened an eye looking up into those old style black tinted round glasses. He didn't say anything, he just stared at me. That was a pain, he would never say anything to me, not directly at least.
My heart speed up as he audibly sighed. "Get up, Kiba."
He fucking talked! Shit, he said my name, I was to exhausted to stand; my body ached in every way.
He seemed to realize this and was amused. He scooped me up into his arms and started to carry me to the school. My eye shut as I relaxed into the silence.