𝒜 𝑅𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒟𝓊𝑒𝓉 || A BKDK Fanfic

Spiked

The wind whips Izuku in the face as he sprints the last one hundred meters of his race. His soft, green hair covers his line of vision just as he crosses over the finish line. Coming to a halt, he searches his surroundings. Triumphance fills his body when he realizes he was the first to cross the finish line in only 2:01 minutes for his 800-meter dash. His hand makes its way to the right side of his chest, feeling his heart pounding he takes steady breaths, in.. and out, trying to calm his heart rate. His competitors finish the race, one by one. When everyone has crossed the participants yell out their name, what lane they are in, and their time. The medals will be handed out shortly.

Katsuki scowled at Izuku's wide smile. Yes, he was happy that the nerd scored points for their team, but still, he was furious that it was Deku winning. He observed as Deku walked up to the first place stand for a photo, grinning as he held his metal. The sight of this made Bakugo clench his fist until his knuckles turned white. "First call 200-meter dash," suddenly someone announced over the loudspeaker. Katsuki smirked, it was almost his time to shine. While Katsuki was lost in his thoughts, plotting how he would pose when he won this race, his boyfriend, Kirishima, walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, pulling Katsuki from his thoughts. He glowered until he turned to see who was touching him, his face turning back neutral when he realized it was the only person he tolerated. "The fuck do you want?" He questioned, he didn't care this was his boyfriend, he'll act however the hell he wants to act. Kirishima tucked a spikey piece of blonde hair behind his lovers ear before speaking, "Just wanted to wish you good luck!" "Ion need it," The blonde said before turning and walking towards the start line.

Katsuki jumped in lane 8, not a very good lane, but it will do. Looking around at his opponents he smirked to himself, piece of cake. "On your marks," the announcer said. He kneeled to the ground and positioned himself in the start blocks. "Set." Hoisting himself upwards, balancing on his finger tips. His heart beat erratically, it was always like this at the start of races. He pushes off the ground as he hears the gunshot. His spikes digging into the red track. He kept his head low until he got his balance correct. Muscular arms, pumping back and forth, propelling himself ahead and around the curve. Sweat beads rolling down his forehead. He was too hypnotized in the race to realize somebody was coming up behind him. Just as he was about to win a 6'3 boy with jet black hair spikes him in the ankle and bounds across the finish line. Leaving Katsuki there, laying on the track grasping his now very bloody ankle. Katsuki watched in horror as well as rage as the rest of his competitors cross the finish line. Why wouldn't they call it? He wondered to himself until he looked up to the boy who attacked him and saw his jersey. Shiketsu High. Their meet was currently being held there, of course the coaches wouldn't call this since the boy was from their team. He shoved his hands on the track, acquiring marks around his palms as he did so, and lifted himself from the ground. Pain shoots throughout his foot and ankle as he stands . He limps over the finish line, his face full with rage as his ankle bled out. 

"Kacchan!" screamed Izuku when he watched Katsuki get spiked in the ankle, causing him to lose the race. All of the color drains from his face before he decides to run over to the finish line of Katsuki's race. Izuku stands there, glaring daggers at the coaches who turned a blind eye at what obviously just happened. He whips his head in every which way to see if any coach saw that. He watches as his coaches, Toshinori and Aizawa, stand there, having a joyous conversation. To himself, he mumbles hurtful words as his whole body shakes from the ire coursing throughout his body. "He was going to win," he mutters to himself. Katsuki hobbles off the track before collapsing on the fake grass. Izuku sprints over to him and plops right next to him. "Go away shitty Deku.." Katsuki hissed, not hiding his furiousness. Izuku ignores what he says as he tilts his head to observe his "friends" ankle. "You were going to win." Deku says with seriousness painted all across his face. "I know damnit!" Katsuki barks in Izuku's face, causing Izuku to hurl backwards before crawling back  to the violent blonde's side. "Where is Ejirou?" asks Bakugo, obviously not wanting to be with Deku. These words honestly hurt Izuku, why doesn't he want me here? I obviously care for him. He swallows a lump in his throat before before replying, "He had to leave early for personal reasons." Katsuki jolts his head, finally facing the green haired boy. His navy blue jersey sways in the wind slightly. "Is he okay?" questions Katsuki, worrying too much for his boyfriend to care that he showed he actually has concerns for anyone other than himself. Deku meets Katsukis gaze for a second, his ruby eyes showing worry, rage, and hate all at once. The freckled boy tucks an unruly green curl behind his ear while letting out a breath. Since when did Kacchan care for others? Why doesn't he care for me? He thought to himself as jealousy smacked him right across the face. "Yea, he's fine." he answers Katsuki. 

After seeing the trainer, Recovery Girl, Katsuki storms onto the track, searching for some special body. "Where is that black haired mother fucker?" he questions to himself as he marches across the field, his red eyes jumping every way. When he finally finds the tall, Shiketsu High student he proceeds to journey right up in his face. "Hey, don't think you can spike me and get away with it, you damn extra!" he shouts raspily at the muscular man. "Ah, sorry bout' that. Didn't mean to." the boy says with a heartless tone. Katsuki slams his foot into the field, causing a patch of the fake grass to rip out. He pulls the black haired man by his red and white Shiketsu High jersey, pulling him a few inches away from his face. "I would've won if you didn't pull that shitty move to beat me since you know you can't do it on your own." Katsuki said, malice coating his words. After finishing his sentence, he brought up a scarred, calloused fist and swung it, hitting the boy right in the jaw. His victim being propelled onto the ground from the force of his fist. "Don't. Fucking. Mess. With. Me. Ya got it?" spit Katsuki before a bunch of coaches started running to the scene.