"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Katsuki/Izuku

[FIGHTING RING AU]
[VIOLENCE]
[HOMOPHOBIC SLURS/LANGUAGE]
[YAKUZA AU]

26 y/o Katsuki
19 y/o Izuku
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"You'll do good for me, right, Deku?"

"I won't disappoint you, Kacchan!"

Izuku chirps when Katsuki ruffles his hair, having to stand on his toes to do so. "I know you won't. Go out there and win for me, aight kid?"

———

The first time they'd met was when Izuku was in middle school.

"That's- thats my notebook!"

Izuku's stopped by a hearty shove, knocking him to the ground with ease. "Give up, fag." Mishima, the group's leader stands over him coldly, her long damp hair wrapped into a messy bun.

"You fucked up my hair. Think you can spill some coke on my head and get away with it? Hah?"

"It was an accident!" Izuku squeaks when one of the girls kick his ribs, the hair squeezed out of him as he clutched his chest in pain. D-Damn it!

"You're so fucking weak," Oda sneers, his lip upturned cruelly. "Come on, queer. Get up. Try 'n beat me."

Izuku's heart tightens, lower lip trembling. "J-Jerk!," he sniffles, tears already running down his face. "You're.. a dick!" The kick directed to his skull never lands- instead, Izuku wraps his hands around his ankle, tugging harshly as he cries.

"I hate you!"

It was a blur from there, but Izuku knows he was exhausted, on the ground, furiously scrubbing his tear from his face. Blood smears on his face- but in the back of his mind, he knows that it's not his.

"Oi."

Izuku freezes, looking up and and seeing a blur of blond hair and red eyes. "Get up, kid."

———

"You sure he'll win?"

"Deku's a prodigy," Katsuki plainly states, looking at the screen as he idly toys with his pen. "And I taught him everything I know."

"Oh?" Aizawa raises a brow.

"He's going to be standing beside me when I rule the underground."

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"Midoriya Izuku wins!"

Izuku smiles, happy, as he leaves the ring with his enemy's body limp on the ground.

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"Kacchan's happy, right?"

"Yeah," Katsuki says softly, rubbing the blood off Izuku's body. "I'm happy."

There, Izuku smiles up at him, a few feet short of the older man's height. "Kacchan's so cool.."

And Bakugou's heart thumps in his chest for his junior as he washes his hair, fingers scrubbing on Izuku's scalp, removing all the dirt from his hair.

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Izuku was small, keeping his 5'6 height from High school, but his body made up for it. He was on a leaner side with enough muscles so that he's able to spring himself up with one hand. Comparable to being a compact pack of muscle, he barreled through competition with ease, catching opponents who underestimate him off-guard with quick takedowns.

He was called a fighting prodigy, being the youngest one to make his debut in official matches with high stakes, ranging from millions to billions of dollars of business property.