Mha fluff/angst oneshots

☁️ Kiribaku ☁️

Don't fact check me on any of this 😒😒 I did my best.

Third person:

Bakugo held his breath as he took off his warm up jacket and handed it to his coach. This was the world prix, he needed to get the gold metal and he wouldn't expect any less for himself. He made sure his laces were fastened tightly, adjusting the deep red button up that would look hard skate in, but was airy and light. He put a scowl on his face as soon as the announcer shouted, "welcoming Katsuki Bakugo, skating his freestyle called 'my red' choreographed by his coach, Shota Aizawa!" He took off the rubber and slid onto the ice gracefully.

He held his arms up proudly, waving at his shrieking fans. He bowed towards each four sides respectfully before doing a small prayer. He skated up to in front of the judges and plastered a proud smirk despite him being nervous. Everyone was watching. He closed his eyes and positioned his arms into a pose, his left straight up and his right covering his face. He stuck his toe pick into the ground and crossed his legs.

His couch begged him to do something less... intense. He always did intense music, loud and impactful. But it was frowned upon in the figure skating community, so he agreed. He needed this metal. The soft ballad began and he moved his arms swiftly to the beat of the music, before he rubbed his body. It was supposed to be a sensual, love routine, captivate the judges by luring them in. And showing off his sick moves.

He began picking up speed, doing half turns and kicks to the breath of the music, his face reeking with a playful smirk. He bent his legs into a squat before hitting his pick into the ground and flying, doing a quad loop. He landed with grace, then continued to his new trick.

He felt the music beat into his soul as he had to remind himself who gave him these emotions. He wanted the judges to know that this wasn't an act, but a message to the one he loved. He knew that he was in the audience, screaming his name and cheering for him, and Katsuki needed to project to him. His love, his heat, his red.

His legs felt like jelly by the last half of the routine, but he had three more quads he needed to jump out. He could feel the way his thighs and core spasmed and he knew he'd have to take down one of the jumps. But he had to win this. He needed to push. As he sped around the rink and reached he took a deep breath, focusing his oxygen towards the muscles that needed it. Then he did a quad sal-cow immediately into a triple loop. He could feel the way his blade hit the ice was off, sharp pains shooting up his shin. He couldn't stop now, he needed to do this. He had to be the best. It was his last season. His final performance. He had to give it his all. Show his big red how hard he's worked to finally come out of retirement and marry his beloved. His kirishima.

One more big jump and then a step sequence into his final turn combo. One more. He felt as though his lungs were being squeezed, sweat dripping down his face and dampening his hair. He could feel his shins and thighs throbbing, desperately begging for him to drop. To stop and give up. But that's not who he was. He went into the squat, stuck into the ground and launched, he could feel how sloppy this was. How slow it felt. He squeezed and hoped to get the full rotation before his blade hit the ice and slid out drop under him. His ankle twisted, feeling as though his tendons snapped. He clenched his eyes as tears ran down his face. He stood up as quick as he could, the crowd bursting into loud cheers. He could barely put pressure onto it, the step sequence sending fire to his ankle, but he at least had to finish it. I'm sorry Eijirou, I'm sorry I couldn't win this one for you, was his final thought before he jumped into the sit spin. He let out a groan as his full body weight was on his bad ankle, more and more muscle felt as though it had been torn apart fiber by fiber. And then he hit his pose, a quick stop and finish, letting out a scream in agony, collapsing onto the ice.

He cried, he held his ankle as it would be the only thing that could save him from the pain he felt. He couldn't even bow to his fans as paramedics rushed him out into the hallway. He winced and groaned as they pulled off his skate. When he saw the bruised, swollen ankle, the thought he might vomit — bright shades of purple and red splattered onto his usually pale skin, the size of a baseball at this point. "Possible break!" Someone shouted as they put a splint onto it and wrapped it. "How do you feel, need an epidural?" A paramedic asked. Katsuki panted as his body trembled. A break? How? "Hurts-," is all Katsuki could grunt out. They nodded and injected the epidural into his thigh after cutting open his pants. Katsuki's coach ran up with a stuffed animal, roses and his joggers that he would wear during warm ups. "What's the situation?" He asked one of the paramedics. They explained to him quietly, Katsuki just laying his head back onto the wall as he tried to not focus on the absolute agony in his ankle. Where's Eijirou? He needed his fiancé.

"E-Ei... where?" Katsuki groaned and let out a yelp as a sharp pain shot into his shin. He felt like his body was on fire. "What's my score? Where's Eijirou? Agh- god fuck!" Katsuki yelled when they put ice on it. "I contacted him as soon as you were taken off and he's on his way, are you feeling okay enough to be carried to kiss and cry or do you need to go to the hospital?" Coach Aizawa asked. "It's- ugh... it's my last- hah- it's my last one. I'm going to fucking kiss and cry," Katsuki spat out. Aizawa nodded. "You heard him. Let's get you into your joggers and get you to the booth, I'll call Kirishima and tell him to meet you there instead," Aizawa ordered.

Katsuki was carried out and the crowd exploded with a louder than life cheering. He sat at the booth and squeezed his coaches hand tightly to distract himself from the unbearable pain. He could hear the echo of the announcer talking, random advertisements and other nonsense. His body felt tired and his ankle was starting to feel numb, his eyelids heavy. "I'm tired," he grumbled out quietly. "It'll be okay, almost and then we're getting you to a hospital, I don't care if you got the gold fucking medal, you're not gonna endanger yourself anymore-," Aizawa starts. "I'm not getting fucking gold, lemme tell ya that now! I fucked it up! It was my last chance and I fucked it up so bad I broke my foot! You don't have to even hope I'll get on the podium!" Katsuki spat. "You continued on. You barely limped and performed the rest of it well. All your other jumps were perfection and your technique was beautiful. One fall is the least of your worries right now," Aizawa said sternly. Katsuki could feel tears breach his eyes. Not out of pain, which was now a dull throb due to the epidural, but from overwhelming emotions. "KATSUKI!" He heard his fiancé call out from outside kiss and cry and that's when his floodgates opened. He choked on a sob, and then another as tears welled. He just wanted to run to the love of his life and tell him that he was performing to him that he was what pushed him to the end and how he wouldn't have been able to be where he was without the love of his life. He wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him everything. He gasped desperately as Aizawa ran his hands on his back.

"Judges, scores please," the announcer said and Katsuki tried to cry silently. "Score for freestyle was 113.76, brining his score up to 327. 59! He broke his own personal record and currently holds first place with only two more skaters to go!" The announcer said loudly. Katsuki's ears rang with shock before his eyes widened and he was tightly hugged by his coach. Aizawa whispered praises and held his student in the kiss and cry for the last time before he picked Katsuki up carefully and brought him to kirishima.

As soon as he was able to, kirishima bolted up to him and kissed him tenderly. "I'm so fucking proud of you baby, oh my god are you okay, oh fuck I love you baby, you did fucking amazing!" Eijirou blabbered. Katsuki sobbed as held his fiancé. "Ambulances are ready to take you, come on," a paramedic ordered. Kirishima and Aizawa got to ride with him.

He had broke is fibula and tore the ligaments holding the bone in place and needed a surgery to get it back into place. It went well, no drawbacks or anything. As soon as he woke up, he was smothered by his fiancé and they held each other in a warm embrace. Kirishima told him about how he won gold and he was proud of him.Katsuki could only smile at his fiancés puppy like behavior. "I love you, my red," Katsuki whispered as they rested together in peaceful quiet.