Bakugo's pov:
~Huge time skip to when he goes to the Grand Prix~
I wake up to the loud screeching of Mum as she knocks violently on my door. Tiredness sweeps over me like a blanket but I focus on what's going on. "Wake up Katsuki!" She shouts again.
"Shut up, Old Hag," I reply loudly.
"The Grand Prix is in four hours!" She shouts. I clamber out of bed and run around my room, getting ready for the competition. I pull on my competition tracksuit. It's red with white patches on the underarm and the sides of my chest. It has my name in big bold white letters on the back and has my sponsors on the front of it. I pack everything I need for the competition and triple check my back. I grab my two costumes and store them in my garment bags. I bolt downstairs and meet Mum at the car. I store everything carefully in the back of the car in a way so the costumes survive the journey. Mum hands me a banana.
"We have to make a quick pit stop at the dorms," I say in between mouthfuls of food.
"Do you have them?" She asks and starts the engine. I nod my head. "Ok, let's go and get that medal!"
The drive takes a solid twenty minutes. When I enter the dorms, I see everyone sitting, eating breakfast. They turn to me with huge grins on their faces. "How are you, Bakugou?" Kirishima shouts at me. I pull out a stack of tickets.
"If you lose these things I'll murder you. A lot of effort went into convincing the committee to allow me to give these to you. Don't miss this or I'll personally blast you to the moon," I growl and push the tickets into Iida's chest. No one understands the importance of this competition. If I don't place, I quit ice skating, but if I do, I'll pursue my dreams in figure skating.
"What are these?" Iida asks and fumbles with the tickets.
"They're tickets to my comp today, idiot," I say angrily.
Midoriya chokes on his cereal. "You have a competition today, Kacchan?"
"Yes, I'm leaving idiots." I storm out of the dorms and climb back into the car and Mum drives off.
"How'd it go?" She asks.
"Tch...They're coming," I mumble.
Forty minutes pass of pointless talking before we reach the rink. The line continues to grow as we push through the line. I'm carrying my bag while the Old Hag's protecting my costumes as though her life depends on it (it's a bit embarrassing). We reach the registration. "Katsuki Bakugou. A competitor," I say simply. My nerves kick into overdrive and my stomach churns. Ice skating is the only thing that makes me nervous. The lady hands over two lanyards. One for me and the other for Mum.
"Room eight. Good luck," she says and points to her right. Mum and I walk over to my change room. A few contestants hang around the halls. I push open the door and rest my bag on the vanity with a makeup mirror stuck to wall in front of it, a dark green velvet armchair and a wooden chair. I pull out my belongings and spread them out. I hang the costumes on the hooks at the back of the door, hair gel and makeup on the vanity.
"I need to change. Get out," I order to Mum and she leaves. I change into my short program outfit.
"You can come in now!" I shout and Mum enters again.
"How handsome," she squeals. I growl at her. "Now time to fix your hair."
I sit down on the chair and stare at my reflection in the mirror while Mum styles my hair. She slicks it back and makes it all presentable. Mum knows how nervous I get at these events so she tries to make an effort to calm me down. I've put in so much effort to get here. Late night of falling on hard ice, ballet and thinking of outfits. Having Victor on my back 24/7 and having to restrict myself of chocolates. It's been hard.
I stand up and start to stretch while listening to my performance songs and running through the moves in my head. Mum scrolls through Instagram. Stretching doesn't last long as I begin to run through the routine moves.
~Time Skip~
Three other people stand in front of me. The stands are filled with people. "Welcome to the rink, our competing skaters!" A voice says over the speakers which I pinpoint to be present Mic's. We run onto the ice and line up. "First we have Yuri Plisetski, Representing Russia!" Yurio spins around and gets the crowd fired up. "Up next, we have Otabek Altin representing Kazakhstan!" Otabek gets the crowd going. "Thirdly, we have Katsuki Bakugo representing Japan!" I spin around and the crowd goes wild (well, class 1A).
After all the introductions, we were given six minutes to practice our routines. I practice the hard parts of my routines.
~Time skip to when Bakugo performs his short program~
The time finally comes for me to perform. I ready myself on the ice and take a deep breath and the music begins.
My breath is choppy once I finish my routine. The crowd goes wild and applauds me. Mum's in tears when I turn to face her. I skate off the ice and Victor pulls me into a deep, suffocating hug. "I can't breathe," I airily say.
"Now to announce the score for Katsuki Bakugou. For the short program, he scored...a ninety-six! Bakugou is currently in lead!" Present Mic announces. I smile bright at my result. I see Yurio staring deadly at me. I walk over to him.
"How does it feel to be beat by me?" I tease.
"You haven't beat me yet. We still have our long programs," he snaps.
"I'll beat you then as well."
Yurio growls at me and I smirk back.
~Time skip to Bakugo's long program because I'm lazy~
The stands are silent, waiting patiently for me to start. I let out a deep breath to control my nerves and begin the program.
I push myself off the ice and towards Mum, who once again, is crying hysterically. She engulfs me in a hug. 'Why are people hugging me so much today? It's disgusting.'
"Let me go," I order at her but she doesn't budge. "Old Hag!" She finally lets me go and hands my jacket over with my blade protectors. I fix them on and soon, Yurio comes up to me.
"Pomeranian, you beat me!" He shouts and points a finger accusingly at me.
"I know, dumbass" I say proudly, smile forcing its way onto my lips.
"I'm not a dumbass, I'm your boyfriend!" He whisper shouts. A blush slowly creeps onto the tips of my ears.
"Yes you are, Tiger," I whisper to him and pull off my skates before walking back to my changing room. Yurio follows. I open the door and Yurio closes it immediately, pushing me into a wall. He smashes his lips onto mine.
We break away a few seconds later. "I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too."
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