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

Katsuki/Izuku & Izuku/Ochako

The blond and brunette stared at each other for a solid two seconds before-

"You like him!?"

"You like him too!?"

Or:
The two jocks (Katsuki and Ochako) fight over theur school's #1 sprinter; Midoriya Izuku.
[MIDDLE SCHOOL]
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"Heyyy, Izuku!"

"Eh? Ochako! Hi!" Izuku laughs cheerfully, hugging the girl as she practically launches herself at him. Izuku stumbles a little bit, since her frame was quite built- 'as expected from one of the top players at flag football!', He thinks before she pulls away.

"So! You free later?" She claps her hands together, a big smile on her face. "Because we can grab a-"

"Oi, round face! The hell you think you're doin', ah!? We got training in five minutes!" Katsuki swoops in just fucking in time, teeth grit as he gives a hearty shove to the girl, not bothering to hold back. "Move!" She jerks, brows shooting up before she gives a solid scowl to Katsuki, looking intimidating despite the height difference- not like the blond will care, anyway.

"Rude! I was talking!"

"Okay? Hurry the fuck up."

"Kacchan!" The blond smirks once he'd acknowledged, turning to see Izuku pout. "Don't be mean! Anyway, we can grab a smoothie later, if that's what you wanted Ochako?"

Katsuki's heartbeat stops for a quick second when Round face lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. "Really!?"

"Yeah!" Izuku pumps his fist, smile brilliant. "All three of us!"

It was Bakugou's turn to look smug as Uraraka looks like she died on the spot.

"Yeah. I'll tag along," he chuckles, before giving Uraraka the finger when Izuku turns around to wave at his own coach, patting the towel on his face. He was training too, and it seems like break time was already up, judging from the others in running gear lined up by the start.

"Oh, I have to go! See you later guys! Text me when you're done!"

With one last hug, Izuku jogs off, not before the two jocks let their eyes wander down to the tiny shorts that hid little to absolutely nothing.

"Pervert," Katsuki knocks her over the head once he got his own shit together, a blush on both their faces as Ochako smacks his shoulder, cheeks red.

"Ah!? Stop acting like you weren't looking, stupid!"

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"-and, while there was extra time, I watched you guys after my training! Ochako, you looked so cool!" Izuku giggles, pausing to sip at his drink. "Your form was amazing! You jumped to high to avoid getting your flag pulled- and no one can even reach you! You were like, ten feet in the air! I swear!"

Ochako thanks god for Izuku's habit to endlessly give out genuine praises.

"Ehh? You called me amazing?" She eggs him on, ignoring the warning growl beside her when Katsuki shoots her a glare.

"Yeah!" Izuku nods enthusiastically. "You really are, Ochako!"

Katsuki huffs, kinda bummed as he begrudgingly bites into his peach- which is immediately noticed by the nerd.

"And you! Kacchan! You were so fast!" Izuku sighs dreamily, unabashedly making his mouth run a thousand miles per hour. "You dodged a lot of people like it was nothing, even after the tiring warm ups! You were so cool!"

Katsuki's cheeks redden, making the girl snicker as he chokes on the peach, a loose grin on his face to cover his embarrassment. "Of fucking course I am! I'm gonna be goin' to U.A. next year for their sports team!"

"You sure you're gonna make it?" Ochako teases, "think you can even pass the writing portion?"

Izuku, like the absolute angel he is, giggles as he puts his hands on each of their palms, squeezing gently and tilting his head.

"I think both of you are amazing," he confesses quietly, face pink. "I believe in you guys."

Both of the jocks feel their soul get sucked out, brains having to reboot to process Izuku's blush and the sincerity in his voice.

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"I had so much fun!"

Izuku throws himself at them, having to go on his tippy toes to pull them into a hug.

Katsuki stiffens and Ochako gratefully returns the embrace with two arms, cheekily knocking Katsuki to the side- in where the latter responds to kicking her shin and squeezing Izuku tightly.

"Thanks for walking me home! Maybe we can go for a jog tomorrow! It's a Saturday anyway!"

"Yeah," Uraraka begins.

"That sounds good." Katsuki hums, pinching Izuku's freckled cheek, making the sprinter laugh.

"I'll see you both!"

Once Izuku slips through his door, Ochako knocks Katsuki in the ribs.