12 parts Ongoing MatureMidoriya
The first time I ever met him, I knew he was going to be a problem. A double minor penalty should have been my first clue, but it wasn't. It was after the game, when we shook hands. His red eyes looked me up and down before he said, "Nice face," after having cut me with his stick in the third period. When I squeezed his hand and said, "I wish I could say the same about yours," something shifted. The entire arena must have felt it because the next day, our newfound rivalry was posted across many sports journals.
Bakugo
Five years after we met, we're still at each other's throats. We don't talk much or mention each other when we don't play together, but there's a lot of trash-talking around the time that we play. As long as we don't take it too far, we usually don't get in trouble since our rivalry fills seats. It's rare we don't have a sold-out game, and it's even more rare that half of the jerseys don't say one of our names. When one of us gets interviewed, they always ask about the other person. I've gotten used to people associating our names together. What I haven't gotten used to is how much I still want him after that one drunken night.
⚠️ Smut
⚠️ Drug/Alcohol use
⚠️ Mention of Child Abuse/Molestation (no in-depth detail)
⚠️ Minor blood/Injuries