The Earth After Rebirth

Kiro didn't need another authoritative position within the school, but the coach wasn't asking for his opinion on the matter, they were better than the rest. Their job, as per Coach Smith, was to help everyone who wasn't.

He was one person, whom couldn't tend to everyone that was there. So the help was very much welcome to him.

"We need to win this cup, we can't lose to those beneath us." He shouted as if preparing them for a war.

"What makes them beneath us..." Kiro mumbled as he was helping Nikolai. His cheeky comment earned him a laughter from his friend but a frown from the coach.

"What did you say smart mouth?"

"Nothing Coach." He gave him an innocent smile.

Though Coach Smith didn't buy it, so he walked up to him. "Don't just help your friends, the entire team needs you. Go help that kid." He said pointing to Ursa.

Kiro gave him a look of confusion, wondering if this man was just out to get him. In any case, he didn't have the voice to defy him directly. So he slowly walked towards an Ursa who was struggling with the bat.

She'd obviously heard what the coach said and was intently listening to the footsteps that were nearing and eventually stopped in front of her.

"You're bending your knees too much." Kiro said mechanically. "Honestly, do these rich brats never even watch sport?" He muttered to himself.

"To answer your question, we don't, it's deemed a waste of time which is ironic since we're forced to play these things here...and you don't really have to do this?" She told him politely without looking up once.

"Oh really? I suppose I'll just waltz over to coach and tell him I don't have to do this."

He kept pointing out her mistakes and trying to fix them. At one point he had to hold her hands together to show her how a bat is held.

As soon as he touched her, she felt her heart racing out of her chest. She was suddenly having difficulties concentrating, and the winter sun that was melting the snow made her feel dizzy.

'Come on Ursa get ahold of yourself. He's a good looking guy but there's no chance.' She scolded herself firmly.

But the matters of the heart were always complex and difficult to convince, which is why she couldn't stop the butterflies that were rummaging inside her stomach.

"Are you even listening?" His voice came out more high-pitched than he intended.

"Y-yes!"

"Hey Waynworth, mind your hands."

They were disturbed by a very familiar voice to both of them. Kiro wished he could mess him up, with everything his father had done but calmed down, reminding himself that the sins of the father aren't the son's.

"Tell your boyfriend nothing is going on, it's just practise." He instead addressed Ursa not trusting himself to hold back if he were to get into it with Isaac.

"B-boyfriend? And so what if something was happening, he's not my boyfriend." She proclaimed loudly and proud.

"What the hell do you mean, there's nothing going on!" Kiro didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea.

The coach walked by, causing them to stop the chatter. The training was taken more seriously, as they spent almost all day on the field, breaking only for meals.

It was like a training camp of some sort, it would go on for the rest of that week, then the next week the three academies would arrive and compete with each other in a pool of four.

The next couple of days were tough but they managed to survive it all. Kiro was impressed that Hiro could keep up, considering his soft nature he expected that he wouldn't be able to even get out of bed.

But his friend was showing him what it meant to have strength, though he was still sleeping in his bed, not anything he minded. He'd do anything for his best friend.

Another thing that pulled a rug under his feet was Coach Smith agreeing giving them Saturday off. None wanted to jinx it so nobody asked a thing, they just nodded gratefully.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay? I could cancel." He asked him for the thousandth time.

"Ki, I'm okay, I'm not a child." Hiro reassured him again.

"You may aswell be mine." He frowned, he wasn't tired of having his friend over but he also didn't want him lying about how he was.

"I'm fine, I can take care of myself. Go, leave!" He pushed him out of the door.

"Don't lock or you'll be locked in or out."

He was wearing very casual clothing but they were still very expensive. He decided to take her to student town. There was nothing else.

Despite not looking too fancy by the standards of the upper district fashion, he still managed to turn a few heads as he walked past. There were whispers too, and he did what he always did, ignored them.

He walked through the cafeteria doors and immediately his eyes fell onto the girl he was here to pick up. She was wearing a cute short dress and the necklace Kiro gave her.

Her hair was styled in a bun, with a bit of loose hair that fell over her face. This scene cause Kiro to choke on his own saliva.

"You can't die yet." Saanvi said hitting him hard on the back.

"Hiro is in my room, don't do anything." He warned her.

Instead of getting into it with him, Saanvi simply gave him a naughty smile and turned on her heels, walking in the direction of his room.

They were both rooted to the floor, staring at each other other. They've had a lot of misunderstandings these past couple of weeks. Kiro wasn't sure if this date would go well.

Naturally he was nervous, he let out an anxious laugh before saying,

"You look great." He complimented.

"You too." She felt a little shy.

He offered his hand, she took it, folding it back and linking their arms together. They walked out of the cafeteria together with one goal in mind, to make the other their significant partner.