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Izuku wiped the sweat from his brow and dumped his water bottle on his clumpy, sweaty curls. God, it was so hot... He shook the water from his hair, earning him a yell from his seated teammates. He joined them on the burning metal bench and took a moment to catch his breath. They needed to win this match. He needed to prove that he was good enough to be captain and that Izuku could lead his teammates to a victory. They had been training for this moment, for the feeling of beating the Dynamites once and for all.
Izuku leaned on his knees, watching as the opposing team captain, jersey number 4, received the ball with his left foot, too close to one of his midfielders, but somehow managed to feint to the left and sprint past his player's right. Izuku saw the player run along the line, leaving behind a confused Tokoyami, and Izuku clenched his jaw at the sight of the smirk Kacchan threw his way. The stupid jerk was taunting him…
Even Izuku's teammates didn't fully understand the roots of their rivalry. Before he transferred to the All Mights, Izuku had previously played with the Dynamites, and he'd always happily followed the undisputed captain's lead. Kacchan had always been captain of the team, and he still was. Nobody bothered voting for alternate captains, as was the norm in other teams; nobody would do the job like their angriest player. Kacchan was thrilled with this, he was the winner, the best the team had to offer, and he leads the Dynamites to their victory time and time again with the help of his co-captain, stupid Deku.
But it all changed last year when the nerd decided that he wanted to overthrow his leader. The year's start was much like the other ones, same old practice drills and assessments to determine how much the newbies sucked. They had made a few puke their guts out during the cardio exercises, something that filled Bakugou with pride, and he snickered about this with the green-haired player, who stood by his side. When the rest of the team sat down to stretch on the prickly artificial grass and tried to hurry along the naming Bakugou as the default team captain, stupid Deku interrupted them and raised his hand.
Bakugou had been lazily reaching for his toes, feeling the burn of his hamstrings, paying no mind to what the yet-to-be-named co-captain would say. He was sure they would both discuss whatever strategy Izuku had in mind later as they walked home together. Only, he hadn't expected the nerd to say,
"Uhm... I'd like to apply as captain this year if that's okay."
And that was the beginning of the end.
Bakugou started mocking Izuku mercilessly, and the rest of the team followed along out of fear of being subjected to the same fate.
And Izuku left the team soon after. Midoriya was hurt that his best friend had turned against him at the very moment he asked for a chance to become a captain. They could have still worked together! He would have backed off the next year, if only Kacchan had given him a taste of what it was like to be captain. But then again, if he wanted to be captain, he should damn well be offered the same opportunity as everyone else. He shouldn't have to grovel at the feet of somebody else to prove his worth.
That was how he had found himself registering for the try-outs in a new team, filled with new people and a completely new coach. He had absolutely nailed the trial practices. Even though he ran faster than most other candidates, aimed his kicks at the perfect corners, and was always where he was supposed to be on the field, Izuku still shrieked and reached out to Todoroki when he saw their names listed on the email of acceptance.
It wasn't long after that that he befriended the other guys on his team. His vibrant energy became a source of courage for the rest of the group. When Izuku timidly raised his hand as the coach asked who might want to wear the badge of honor, Kirishima, the unbreakable goalkeeper, was the first player to yell out, "Mido-bro for captain, y'all!". He had won by a vote or two against Iida. The whole team threw themselves on him, suffocating their shortest central midfielder in a pile of sweaty, heavily muscled guys. Midoriya laughed and giggled, paying no mind that he was breathing in damp air; he couldn't believe he was finally captain.
This was their second game against the Dynamites, the first one they had been brutally beaten. The score had been 8-0 and 5 of the goals had been scored by his ex-friend and teammate, Bakugou Katsuki. What made it worse was the shame that washed over Izuku when both teams had to line up and shake hands, uttering quick good games to each player they crossed.
As captain, he was first in line, followed by Kirishima, the goalie. Bakugou had stood in front of Izuku, leading his team. His blond hair was in disarray, and he was looking annoyingly handsome, his face framed by a cocky grin. Izuku was still panting; he had sprinted until the third whistle marked the end of the game. He fought until the very end. But he'd lost… Kacchan knew it too.
The blond licked the drop of sweat from his lips, and Izuku quickly looked away, a blush forming on his already red cheeks. Hopefully, that would conceal the sudden heat he felt. Both teams waited for the coaches to finish shaking hands with each other and with the referees. Izuku refused to lock eyes with his ex-coach, Aizawa; the humiliation ate him up inside. The referee opened his palms, signaling to both teams that it was their turn to proceed with the formalities.
Kacchan's grin widened, and he strode confidently towards Izuku first, grabbed his extended hand, and jerked him closer. Izuku felt the warmth emanating from the other captain and jumped when he felt wetness caressing the outside of his earlobe, dipping into a tiny spot on his neck.
"Good game, captain ," hissed Kacchan, "Do you see now?"
Kacchan put some distance between their faces, much to Izuku's flustered relief. "That you'll never be as good as me? Just give up already and come back. I'll make sure you'll never be the loser again."
Izuku tightened his grip on Kacchan's hand, and the blond cringed at the creaking of his joints. He snapped his hand away from Midoriya's hold.
"I don't think I will, Kacchan ," spat out Izuku, speaking the childish nickname like an insult. "You better watch your back because we're gonna beat you next time."
Bakugou clicked his tongue and moved forward to shake hands with Kirishima, who had no idea what the hell was going on. Their conversation had held back the line for a few seconds.
Kacchan grunted as he passed Izuku by, "We'll fucking see..."
That had happened a month ago. This match was the moment that Izuku's team had long awaited for. They had trained and worked on their weaknesses. Todoroki worked on his communication. Sato had run around the field countless times to work on his endurance, and Izuku managed to improve his leadership skills. Their team soon made a name for themselves in the official league.
They beat the Eagles, a strike-first-ask questions-later kind of team with their well-thought defense tactics. The audience cheered for them when they went into penalties against the Spartans, and Kirishima, the unbreakable goalkeeper, earned his title by blocking every shot. He had truly been the star of the game, and the team cheered and celebrated their success.
Izuku knew they were one step closer to finally defeating the Dynamites; with every match, they learned new things and made sure not to repeat the same mistakes.
But, dammit, Kacchan had gotten better too! That move he'd just pulled against Tokoyami had seemed so effortless when Izuku knew it had taken Kacchan countless frustrated yells to get right. His coach had benched him for the time being, and Izuku was pretty sure he knew why. He needed to cool down.
The referee had already given him a yellow card for how he'd slid, cleats first against the opposing Defense. The guy had tripped dramatically; honestly, Izuku hadn't even touched him. He went for the ball. But the ref still whistled and pulled out the bright yellow plastic from his chest pocket. Izuku bit his tongue and kept playing when the match resumed. He saw Kacchan snickering with his teammate from the corner of his eye.
Midoriya's knee bounced, and he paid no mind to the conversation his teammates were having with the coach; his attention was focused solely on the blond blur zooming past him. Somebody needed to get the ball from him. Kacchan kept dribbling, changing speeds with every player he avoided. Somebody!
"Midoriya, my boy!" Izuku was shaken out of his thoughts and turned to look at coach Yagi.
"Yes, coach!"
"Start your warm-up; you're going back in." Izuku jumped from his seat, startling Kaminari, who had been chugging his water like a degenerate.
"Thank you, coach!"
Izuku jogged from the bench to the end of the field, still outside the line. Knees up, donkey kicks, skipping, and jumping. He paused, rotating his ankles and pulling up his socks, and watched as the ball was finally kicked out-of-bounds by Iida, their sweeper, and a great defense. Izuku approached Yagi-san as he called for a switch. The skeletal man then clapped his players back with a surprising amount of strength, sending him forward.
"We don't have a lot of time left, Midoriya, my boy. Make your time on the field worth it, alright?"
Izuku's expression hardened with determination, and he nodded firmly.
"Yessir!"
The whistle rang, and the referee invited Yagi to proceed with the switch. Yagi yelled out Todoroki's name, and the dual-haired boy ran up to the side of the field. Izuku and Todoroki high-fived as they switched. "Go win this," said Todoroki.
"I will."
Izuku jogged to the other corner of the field, closer to their goal. Kirishima waved at him with his big gloved fingers, and Izuku happily waved back. He could feel the nerves making him jittery. He was itching to run and tip the game in their favor. They were currently tied 2-2, undeniable proof of how much the All Mights have improved as a team. But Izuku craved more; he wasn't satisfied with a tie. He might be greedy, but he wanted an undeniable victory. He would finally prove his worth as a captain to Kacchan.
The throw-in was in their favor, so Izuku got in position in the hope that the opposing team forgot to cover him.
Not even a second after thinking that, Izuku felt a hard chest pushing against him.
"Hey Deku," snickered Kacchan. Izuku dug his elbow to the taller captain's side. The blond hissed. "Watch it, dumb ass. Ya want a red one so badly?"
Izuku didn't bother answering as Sato threw the ball in his direction after making eye contact with him. The ball's trajectory was just short of reaching him. But that was expected. Izuku sprinted up to the landing spot, ridding himself of Bakugou's presence for a millisecond, and that was enough.
Enough to bring the ball down and turn to the center of the field, Kacchan hot on his heels. Izuku booted the ball ahead, using his famous leg power to bring the ball over half the field's head, right into the forward's territory. Tokoyami ran at an angle and connected with the ball, miles of empty space, free of opponents ahead of him. Izuku felt the butterflies in his stomach explode in expectation.
He heard Katsuki curse behind him, still running, and the blond screamed hastily: "Defense! Back the fuck up! Regroup, dammit!" The Dynamites rushed back to their side of the field, chasing after Tokoyami's fast dribbling. He headed to the corner of the area, pursued by three adversaries, who abandoned the center to focus their energies on getting the ball out.
Izuku took advantage of this and kept on sprinting straight ahead. He was at the top of the box when he screamed for Tokoyami, who was running out of gas. Their eyes connected, and the ball was veered in his direction. Bakugou screamed in warning, but it was too late.
Izuku's right foot connected with the ball, and even before the kick was sent, he knew... It was going in.
His team exploded in joy, and the audience cheered at the quick play they had just witnessed, but to Izuku, all sounds were muffled. He could only hear his own panting and stare at the ball as it rolled inside the net, at the goalie, kneeled on the grass who slammed his fists on the ground. Kacchan, still yelling at his goalie to hurry the fuck up, stomped his way to the net, grabbed the ball only to drop it once he heard three whistles.
The match was over. Izuku couldn't believe it, they had won, he had scored their winning goal! Suddenly, Izuku was crushed by the weight of Tokoyami, surprisingly, then Sato, then 3 or four more teammates, until all ten players threw themselves on their captain. It hurt like a bitch, but Izuku wouldn't have had it any other way. When the big pile of sweaty soccer players was dismantled, nobody said a thing about the few teardrops that trailed down Midoriya's cheeks. The boy could not, for the life of him, stop grinning.
The same could not be said for the captain of the Dynamites.
Kacchan's glare was dimmed into silent anger; his teammates tried to pat him on the back in comfort, but he only shrugged them off. His eyes never wavered from Izuku's obliviously happy self.
It was only when the two teams lined up that reminded Izuku of their last match that the captains made eye contact. Izuku would not allow for Kacchan's bad attitude to ruin this victory for him, he had won fair and square, and he deserved to be proud. Now the blond would realize that Izuku wasn't just a useless nerd...
The odd sense of déja vue continued as, once again, Kacchan jerked Izuku's extended hand towards him and leaned down to hide his face in the crook of Midoriya's neck.
"I'll meet you in your locker room..." he grunted, loudly panting with what Izuku was pretty sure was raw rage.
Izuku gulped but shrugged the blond off to continue shaking hands and wishing well to his old teammates. They gave him an admiring look, one he had never received before by these people. He might have been their co-captain for years, but they had never shown him the respect that was now evident in their behavior.
Izuku's team proceeded to line up in front of the audience, and they waited for Kirishima's word to bow down in thanks for all their fans. They clapped and whooped, parents, girlfriends, boyfriends, and others shouting their pride for their babies. Izuku couldn't help but blush at hearing his mom going crazy in the bleachers.
His team stretched, joked and reviewed all strong points and weak points they had come across during today's match. Izuku remained peacefully quiet through it all, where he would typically be speaking a thousand words per minute, analyzing every single way they could improve or what they could add to their next practice.
He just wanted to bask in this win.
It felt good... The look Kacchan gave him after he'd scored their winning match had satisfied the hell out of Izuku. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine. The exhaustion that replaced the adrenaline pumping through his veins made him feel like he could nap for a thousand years. The time they spent removing their gear, the cleats, the socks, the shin pads passed in a blur. One by one, his teammates left the locker rooms, and still, Izuku was stuck in his own world. Until, he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Todoroki, shouldering his gym bag and wearing flip-flops, ready to go.
"Midoriya, are you feeling well? You're still wearing your cleats."
"Oh- yes, of course, Todoroki-kun! I just… I can't believe we actually won," he finished softly.
Todoroki's scrunched, concerned brows softened, and he chuckled lightly, something that he had started to do more and more frequently, ever since Midoriya had transferred to their team.
"Well, you better believe it. It's all thanks to you, captain."
Izuku's whole demeanor brightened, and Todoroki's heart twinged. "I couldn't have done it without you, Todoroki-kun…"
The dual-haired player hummed and offered to wait for his friend.
"Oh no! Don't worry about me. I just wanted to take my time today; you don't need to wait for me."
Todoroki held back from arguing that he wanted to spend more time with the bright boy. Instead, he nodded and waved his goodbye.
The door to the locker rooms closed behind him, and Todoroki walked away, ignorant of the pair of angry red eyes that trailed after him from the corner of the hallway.
***
Izuku snapped himself from his dreamland and proceeded to start removing his dirty cleats, splattered with mud and grass. Kacchan had told him to stay in his locker room, but he had most likely forgotten he'd threatened Izuku with a beat down. The green-haired boy didn't really care. Either way, no amount of punches or screaming would change the fact that his team had won the match.
The hinges on the heavy door creaked, and he called out to his friend, from his seated position on the bench, his back to the door.
"What did you forget this time, Todo-kun?"
"You're the one who forgot his place," answered a gruff voice that definitely did not belong to Todoroki.
Izuku almost fell out of his seat in his rush to look behind him at the tall figure of the other captain, who stared him down with what was surely evil intent. Izuku's nerves were even more frayed when the click of the door lock resounded in the empty room.
"Wah-cchan! You're here," he chuckled nervously because or else he was sure he would start crying. He had been ready for the beat down of his life a few minutes ago, but he had settled down with the thought that Kacchan had miraculously forgotten.
"Of course I'm fucking here, dipshit. I was the one who told you. Do you think I'm that dumb? That I would forget to congratulate you?" Bakugou approached Izuku with large, heavy steps. He, too, was still wearing his cleats.
"N-No, of course not," said Izuku. You know, like a liar.
Kacchan was developing the odd tendency to invade Izuku's space, and right now was no different. He leaned on either side of Midoriya's thighs, gripping the bench. Izuku kept his eyes closed and awaited the punch or broken nose. Come on, make it quick , he prayed.
The gentle, warm hands caressing his thigh instead made him gasp in surprise. What the…
Kacchan's eyes were dark, darker than their usual piercing red. The confusion and the anticipation made him even more nervous. Izuku could feel his heart drumming against his ribcage. He didn't know if his survival instincts were screaming at him to remove himself from the blond's clutch or to reach out and bring him closer.
Katsuki hummed lowly, but to Izuku, it was the loudest noise he'd ever heard. "So… my little Deku won against his Kacchan?" he asked, but Izuku didn't think he expected an answer out of him.
Like the panicked dumb ass he was, Izuku still forced himself to speak up. "I told you I would..."
Kacchan chuckled, and the sight took Izuku by surprise. He had forgotten what the blond's good-humored face looked like.
"Indeed…" The hands-on his exposed thighs tightened on the tan muscles, and Izuku's breath quickened. "Are you proud you scored the winning point?"
Izuku didn't register the question, his mind invaded by the ghost of Katsuki's breathing so close to his. By the burning heat of the hands on his aching legs, massaging and soothing the soreness away. He was so ashamed to admit it, but… He wanted more.
Katsuki slapped his thick thigh, the smack loudly echoing in the room, and Izuku yelped. "I asked you a question, Deku. "
Izuku's half-lidded stare widened, and he refocused on the sight of Kacchan's predatory attention. "I am," he whispered, "I'm really proud I beat you, Kacchan."
"And why's that, huh?" The hot hands on his thighs traveled up, raising the team shorts' stretchy material, and Izuku's arms grasped at the blond's shoulders without his permission.
"Because," he huffed, "Kacchan's the best there is."
Katsuki's face was angled up to take in the sight of Izuku falling apart by his hands. He licked a stripe up from the freckled dip of his neck to under the other's chin, and Izuku gasped, snapping his eyes shut.
"Ahh! Kach-Wha… What are you doing?" managed to ask Izuku, still so, so confused by what the hell was going on. Wasn't he supposed to be going home with a black eye right about now?
"It's your reward, obviously." Katsuki accommodated himself, kneeling between Izuku's parted thighs. "You beat the best there is. Don't you think you deserve a little something?"
Izuku gaped at the sight that he had only ever seen in his guiltiest dreams. He gulped and nodded dumbly; any attempt at speaking up would earn him a laugh from the blond, he was sure.
Katsuki studied Izuku. Upon seeing his pathetic consent, he lunged forward, grabbing Izuku's dried-out fluffy hair and pushing their faces together, only to kiss him as if he was eating the smaller boy alive. Izuku clutched at Kacchan's sweaty jersey, his knees spread wide to allow the thick waist to exist in the space in between. They needed to be closer; he needed to feel Kacchan's everything . Please, please, please…
"You're mumbling, idiot," said Bakugou before reconnecting their lips. "Can't kiss you right if you don't shut up for once in your life."
"You shut up," mumbled Izuku, eyes closed and seeking out the taste of the other.
Apparently, horny Kacchan was triggered as quickly as the usual, angry Kacchan because he pulled Izuku's face back by his hair and hissed, "Who the fuck do ya think you're telling to shut up? Hah, ya dumb nerd! I'll fucking show you-"
"Kacchan-" whined Izuku. He was horrified to realize that he was on the brink of crying if this nonsense continued for much longer. "Please, please, please ! Would you please shut up and kiss me properly?!" He begged, before shyly adding, "You promised…"
Katsuki froze, and Izuku panicked, thinking he had done something wrong. Did he break whatever spell had brought Kacchan to kneel between his thighs? He always did this, always messing up when it came to the blond-
"That's it," declared Kacchan. Izuku's tears threatened to spill out as he watched Katsuki get up. Oh, no, he was leaving! "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
Izuku wasn't given a chance to process the words as he was yanked by Kacchan. He tripped behind him, rushing to catch up with the other's long legs. Katsuki directed them to the bathroom sink counter. The blond soccer player abruptly turned around and pushed Izuku towards the edge of the counter; with each stride forward, Midoriya took a step back. A dance of push and pull they had always subconsciously played.
Izuku 'oh'ed when his butt hit the edge, and Katsuki glued their fronts together, their height difference suddenly the most arousing thing to ever exist.
"Kacchan?" asked Izuku. Katsuki answered by snaking his arms around Izuku's waist and squeezing the ass cheeks he sought out.
"Was gonna beat the shit out of your dumb ass…" he trailed, nuzzling Izuku's neck and trailing open-mouthed kisses. Until he bent his knees and suddenly lifted Izuku on the sturdy counter, earning him a yelp, and a tight hug from the smaller man.
"What-ah changed?"
Katsuki started shimmying Izuku out of his shorts, struggling to remove them from his shins with the sock-covered shin pads', they added difficulty. He managed to rip the shorts out of his legs with a frustrated roar, causing Izuku to giggle softly.
"Nothing. Same shit as always, "he said, eyes never leaving Izuku's erect pink dick. The precum was embarrassing proof of Izuku's overexcitement. The seated midfielder turned his face away; it was too much to see what kind of expression Kachaan would make at the sight of his most private area.
"I saw you, and I couldn't help but want you."
Izuku's eyes widened, and before he could insist on more details, because hello?? What was that all about? Katsuki fisted Izuku's small cock, and the boy cried out at the tight grip.
"Gah~ Kacchan!" he scolded, swatting lightly at the spiky head.
"Fuck, sorry." he opened his palm, spat in his hand, and grabbed Izuku's dick with less pressure. Izuku gasped, squeezing his legs together around Katsuki as the blond continued jerking him up and down. He twisted his hand occasionally and put pressure on different places, trying to learn what Izuku liked best. When he thumbed firmly on the squishy head of Izuku's dick, the boy cried out and started babbling.
"AH! You're-ghh- so good at this… Kach-ah-an's the best at this, you're the best at-ugh!- everything!"
Katsuki huffed through his nose, his intent on catching and memorizing every single reaction that came from Izuku. His very noticeable tented shorts were rubbing against the hard, cold counter, trying to soothe the ache he felt any way he could.
Fuck! Why the fuck didn't he bring lube to today's game?! Never mind that no sane person would carry lube to a soccer game. He had still been the dumbest motherfucker on earth! He should've known better. Izuku was going to play at this match! Of course, he would get horny; he always got horny when Izuku was around. Why, oh, why couldn't he have been an optimistic sleazeball for once?
"Kacchan, Kacchan! Stop, please!" Katsuki's half-lidded eyes widened, and he backed the fuck off, his hands above his head as if he was being held under gunpoint.
"What, what the fuck's wrong, Deku?!"
"Ahh... ahh…" panted Izuku, taking his damn sweet time answering, looking debauched and sticky from the waist down. God, look at the shine on his thighs… It looked delicious as hell.
"Nerd!"
"Sorry! It's just I…"
"Just spit it out already," demanded Katsuki, more so angry with his dick that twitched at the sight of the other captain than with Izuku. Fucking hell, the dude had told him to back off; why wasn't his libido getting the message?
"I didn't want to...uh...cum without you."
Katsuki's mind stuttered, a blush overtaking his fair features. He tried to conceal them by looking angrier than the situation called.
"Fucking hell, ya scared me, nerd…" he ruffled his damp, sweaty hair - yuck, he should've showered beforehand. He probably stunk like hell. How did Izuku bear his presence?
"You can do me after or whatever. We don't have lube or anything to smooth shit out."
Izuku's freckles were immediately drowned out by a fiercely red blush. Katsuki raised an eyebrow. What the fuck was that about?
"I, um," he chuckled nervously, "I actually do. Have lube. It's in the... left inner pocket of my bag."
Katsuki's jaw fucking dropped. Izuku fidgeted nervously at the undivided attention, squirming and cutely trying to hide the dick that Katsuki had been jerking not two seconds before.
Katsuki cleared his throat and turned back to stomp towards the obnoxiously-colored yellow gym bag. He took advantage of the fact that Izuku couldn't see him and wiped the bit of drool on the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not even gonna fucking ask you to explain why you've got lube in your gym bag, cuz I'm thankful as fuck, right now."
He swiped the practically new tube and rushed back to Izuku's front. Already warming up the lubricant in his fingers as thick thighs welcomed him home.
"Well, you better be," answered Izuku, "I bought it for our match. You know, just in case something similar to this happened…" Izuku admitted shyly.
Katsuki died and went to heaven.
Maybe, just maybe...Izuku becoming the captain of his own team was the best thing to happen to both of them.