Bakudeku
Per the request of @Gamzee_love
Football AU!
I'm sorry if this is bad, but this was the favorite idea I had out of the few I could come up with

The first quarter was fine. Going great. Katsuki hadn't been whistled at once. Maybe he should fuck his cute little boyfriend the night before a game more often. He seems in a better mood and is playing better. More team-oriented this time around.

His first touchdown, the crowd screamed for him. God, that did things for his ego. Pride bubbled in his chest. First touchdown of the whole game.

Second quarter, Katsuki had been slammed into the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Boy, he was glad for the mouth guard. Would've definitely shattered some teeth without it.

"You alright!?" Redhead Eijirou helped the blond to his feet and patted his back.

Taking the mouth guard out for a moment to breathe, Katsuki caughed and nodded. "Yeah. Fine. Fucker definitely left some bruises."

Eijirou nodded. "I bet. Think you'll be fine?"

Katsuki looked over by the bleachers. Green, worried eyes met his. He gave a short wave before nudging his friend away and stalking back into the field. "I'm more than fine, shitty hair! I'm gonna rail the guy into the ground."

And that he did. As soon as the runnerback had the ball, Katsuki was hot on his heels. Before the other man had the chance to throw, Katsuki leapt and tackled, pinning the larger man to the ground.

"Shit face!" He hissed around the mouth guard and gave the guy a shove before standing. "Don't fucking tackle me again, ass!"

"You had the ball!"

"I threw the ball,, then you tackled me! Dipshit!"

Katsuki huffed and turned on his heel, storming back to his teammates. He looked back again, those green eyes glimmering, that smile bright as ever. Katsuki grinned as best as he could, given the mouth guard, giving the cheerleader a thumbs up.

Half-time finally arrived. Football players ushered each other off the field for the break as the home cheerleaders ran to the middle of the field.

God, Katsuki hated them. So loud and shrill. The only reason he paid any mind was the shy greenette.

Shy?

The blond furrowed his brows as he watched his boyfriend in the midst of the chanting group, cheeks stained red and movements more mechanic than fluid.

What the hell has him so bent outta shape?

Not even ten seconds later was his question answered.

Izuku - as well as two other girls on either side of him - were hoisted up into the arms of two others, then promptly launched into the air. Mid-flip, at the highest point, Izuku ripped his pants off and landed in the arms of the two that had previously thrown him.

As he landed in a pose, like the other two girls, Katsuki's eyes widened and he choked on the water in his mouth.

A skirt. Izuku Midoriya, conservative, shy and self-conscious Izuku, was wearing a girl's cheerleader uniform. Skin tight orange white and blue crop-top with a matching choker and pleated skirt.

That's why he shaved his legs, was Katsuki's first coherent thought quickly followed by, why the fuck is he in a skirt!?

He nearly turned and snarled at the crowd as they roared with cheers, applauding the performance. They shouldn't see that.

No one should see that but Katsuki.

Izuku was the first off the field, face hidden in the pom-poms. The others followed behind, waving to the crowd, bouncing and shouting and just grating on the blond's nerves.

Katsuki grit his teeth and began making his way over to the cheerleaders when a hand stopped him.

"Come on, man!" Denki Kaminari shouted with a grin, helmet in his other hand. "Let's go finish this thing!"

The older blond scoffed and shot a glare back to the other cheerleaders, a short brunette girl rolling her eyes back at him, and he followed Denki back onto the field.

His dumb, blushing little nerd was going to regret wearing that in front of everyone.

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Katsuki's patience was definitely wearing thin through the third and fourth quarters. He didn't even care they won the game. The blond was so focused on his boyfriend's outfit, he looked constipated for the picture as he and Eijirou held the trophy.

As the players were ushered to the locker rooms, the cheerleaders stayed on the field for a final performance to say goodbye to the spectators.

"Man, you were so distracted back there." Hanta Sero showered beside Katsuki, rubbing the dirt off his face. "For a second, I thought we were fucked."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Shut it, tape face."

"That was one time!"

"I wasn't distracted."

"Really?" Denki chirped as he started his own shower on the other side of Hanta. "Seemed distracted to me. Started after halftime."

"Guys. It's because of Midoriya," Eijirou sighed as he washed his hair, the typically spiky red draped down in front of his closed eyes. "He was wearing a skirt."

Hanta and Denki were quiet a moment longer, Katsuki's festering anger growing. The two immediately devolved in a fit of giggles, doing little to muffle them.

"Shut up!" Katsuki snapped, shutting his shower off and snatching his towel. "I'm going to murder all of you!"

"Not very manly," Eijirou muttered, a couple of the other guys chuckling.

Katsuki's teeth grit together almost painfully, holding his towel around his waist as he stomped back to his locker.

~

He knew he could get in so much trouble for this, but he had to. Katsuki pushed open the door to the locker room the cheerleaders had assigned to them for the game. They all chattered happily and loudly.

His squinted red eyes raked over the room until he found the head of green hair he was searching for.

Izuku was still in that skirt as he talked to the brunette. Ochako was just as cheery as everyone else, but the nerd was still blushing - hugging himself as if attempting to cover some of his exposed skin.

Katsuki twitched, gripping the door. "Hey, Deku."

His voice halted all conversations. The greenette stiffened, eyes wide as he slowly turned to look at him.

Silence hung in the air, tension sweeping through all too quickly.

"I'm out!" Mina Ashido shouted, although only halfdressed, then grabbed her duffle bag and ran passed Katsuki.

The other cheerleaders quickly followed suit, Izuku scrambling to grab something to cover himself.

"Oh, no you don't," Katsuki growled through pressed teeth as he stalked over to his near-panicking boyfriend. "You don't get to get away that easily." He slammed his hands on the lockers, pinning the greenette down with a glare.

Izuku whimpered, shrinking into the lockers as he pathetically held his sweater up over himself. "Wha-what do you need, K-Kacchan?" He sputtered, poor thing shaking.

Katsuki leered over him, fingers curling into fists. "Just what do you think you're wearing..?"

The greenette gulped and licked his lips. "Uh, w-well, you see..." Izuku tried to meet Katsuki's gaze, but ultimately failed. His little pink tongue darted out to lick his lips. He fidgetted under Katsuki. The blond didn't miss the way his smooth thighs rubbed together. Or how Izuku tugged on the hem of the skirt in an attempt to cover himself more. "I lost... Lost a bet this morning..."

"A bet?" Katsuki echoed, eyes roaming his boyfriend's body almost hungrily.

This seemed to only make the greenette more nervous. His fingers curles tighter into the sweater. "Y-yeah... I lost so... I had to... Wear the skirt for tonight's performance... I-I didn't have the chance to tell you- It's so, so embarrassing- I can't believe all those people saw me dressed like this!"

Katsuki scoffed. "I like it."

Izuku startled, eyes snapping up to look at his boyfriend's face. He blinked a couple times, as if he were unsure of what the blond just said. "You... Like it..?"

A low chuckle rumbled from Katsuki's chest, one hand trailing up Izuku's shaven thigh and under the skirt. The greenette gasped and shuddered, biting his lip. "You look... Fan-fucking-tastic in a skirt... So fuckable."

The greenette's face went so red, you'd think he'd explode. "Kacchan!"

"Just lift the skirt, pulling off your underwear and slam my cock into your pretty ass."

Izuku whined and covered his face, sinking down the lockers until he sat.

Katsuki crouched in front of him, grinning. "Too fucking cute for your own damn good."

The greenette pouted, peeking out from his hands. "I'm not cute," he managed through the sweater.

"Yeah you are." Katsuki huffed and tugged on the sweater. He wanted to see his boyfriend's face. "If you're that embarrassed, I won't fuck you right now."

"Oh boy, that's a relief," Izuku muttered, tone dripping with sarcasm as the red in his face started to dial down.

Katsuki grabbed Izuku's arms, pulling the smaller into his chest. "Will you wear the skirt more often, though..?"

Izuku whined once again, slumping into the blond. Katsuki swayed with him, waiting for an answer.

Finally, "yeah," was whispered and the blond grinned excitedly, squeezing Izuku.

"But not around anyone else!" Katsuki declared, standing up and pulling Izuku with him. "I can be the only one to see you like this!"

This made Izuku laugh instead of blubber in embarrassment once again. He grabbed his bag from his locker beforw turning his smile to his boyfriend. "Of course, Kacchan."

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1592 words

It's short, I know, but I'm surprised at how much I enjoyed writing it.

I was originally gonna make it NSFW, but now it's only mature because of Kacchan's potty mouth. Decided to not have another boom-boom one shot and have a kind of a cute one for @Gamzee_love

Thank you for the request! It's nice to write something I wouldn't normally!