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I Want Your Bad Romance

The pair were back to back. The stage lights were dim around them, earpieces counting down the time until their performance would begin. The audience in the stadium were raunchy and loud, voices echoing in the half-filled space.

"Be ready. Ten seconds left," they were told.

Izuku could feel as Bakugou stretched out his shoulder. A small sweat had broken out against his forehead. His rival just happened to be the person he had the biggest crush on, and it wasn't helping to have him in such close proximity.

Not to mention, they were both wearing revealing outfits. Bakugou was wearing just a simple pair of black skinny jeans with a mesh top, while Izuku was wearing a black crop top that hung off his shoulder--showcasing the freckles that dotted his body like stars--and a pair of blue jean shorts that stopped just a few inches under his ass. It made him both nervous and excited. Excited for his performance but nervous about everyone's opinion on his costume designer's wardrobe choice.

"3... 2... 1..." The music started up, the intro to Halestorm's rendition of Bad Romance by Lady Gaga filling the stadium. The greenette could already feel the judges' eyes on himself, and he wanted nothing more than to shrivel up in a ball and hide.

But he wouldn't because he was desperate to win this dual against Bakugou.

WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!

Bakugou and Izuku stepped away from each other, turning to face the audience. They each raised a hand with fists balled into the air, punching it as a superhero would.

WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!

They turned toward each other, ruby-red eyes meeting emerald-green. Bakugou smirked, raising the microphone to his lips. "I want your ugly, I want your disease." The lyrics flowed from his mouth like a river, their sound sultry coming from his lips. "I want your everything as long as it's free. I want your love."

Izuku followed the lyrics, head tilting away from the blonde as he turned. "I want your love!"

Bakugou cut him off to face the audience once more. "Love, love, love! I want your love."

Izuku stepped forward, standing in front of Bakugou now. His hip jutted out as he posed to match the lyrics. "I want your drama, the touch of your hand." He turned to face Bakugou, stepping just close enough that their faces were inches apart. "I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand, I want your love!"

Bakugou smirked and followed the lyric, leaning down to sing into Izuku's microphone instead of his own. "Want your love."

"Love, love, love, I want your love!" Izuku sang, twisting away from the blonde and strutting across the stage. His hips swung wide, swaying the audience to the mood of the song. Cameras were trained on him, even as Bakugou sang the follow-up lyrics.

Bakugou came up behind him, a hand falling to his waistline. "You know that I want you," he moaned into the microphone.

Izuku leaned back into his rival's chest, face heating as he did. A hand wrapped around the blonde's bicep, eyes closing in a sexually passionate way. "And you know that I need you."

Their eyes met as they looked to each other. They sang together, "I want it bad, a bad romance."

Izuku twisted away again, strutting off again and waving a hand back toward Bakugou. In turn, the blonde raised the microphone toward his lips and his free hand stretched out toward the greenette. "I want your love and I want your revenge." He took a step, motioning his hand between the two of them as Izuku looked back. "You and me could write a bad romance!"