Mr. Pervert (Bakudeku)

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Mr. Pervert (Bakudeku)
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Hello everyone, thank you for choosing to read this poorly written fanfic. I came up with the idea one day when I was reading a fanfic. (It wasn't Bakudeku)
The tv was on in the background, and I was watching (more like listening) a soccer game.

I personally LOVE sports, and played about 10 of them currently only playing 4. I see sports as an escape from reality, they challenge me to become better and make me feel alive. Soccer isn't my first sport, yet it's the one I've played the longest and love playing the most. I always watch soccer games and prefer it over American football. I decided to write this fanfic including my favorite sport and OTP.

And if your a Bakudeku hater, what are you doing here?

Comment, Vote, or Don't, I don't mind. Hope you enjoy!

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"Go Midoryia!" screamed one of the many people on the bleachers. A boy on the soccer field looked back at the crowded bleachers filled with people of many ages. Adults and children holding up posters with his name and others holding his jersey or supporting his teammates. Some wore their school colors, gold and blue, showing their school pride. Of course, in the mix of colors and faces their were others who came to support their opponent. The boy's coaches lined up along the sidelines ready for the man in the yellow shirt to blow his whistle. The goalie joining them, starting to put on his bright orange gloves.

Cheers erupted as the boy and other players took their place on the field. Him being a foward, his job was to actally put the balls away. (Score goals) His number 10 jersey being one of the most recognizable, his name was written in papers. He gave a smile to the crowd then he faced forward, mentally preparing himself for the game. The man with yellow shirt came and placed a soccer ball in the middle of the field before backing away.

"Come on Deku, you shitty nerd!" A boy in the crowed howled earning a few weird glances. His blood piercing eyes on the boy on the field. He didn't have any posters with him, or any jerseys, or any silly accessories. He wasn't wearing any school colors or face paint. Only his usual ripped jeans with a random dark colored shirt showing off his much desired muscles accompanied with his white converse. And his hair spiked just like any other day. To most people, it seemed like the kid was in the wrong place seeming to belong inside a rock concert. And they weren't wrong. He was planning on going to a rock concert, but decided to come see his boyfriend instead. His boyfriend being the star soccer player of U.A Academy, number 10, Izuku Midoryia.

Never ask them how they met. It's kind of embarrassing to both of them.

The referee held the whistle to his lips before blowing into the plastic piece creating a high pitched sound, signaling the start of a battle known as a soccer game.