🏐Katsuki Bakugou🏒²²

The arena was packed. The sound of skates slicing through the ice, the roar of the crowd, and the thud of sticks against the puck made the stadium vibrate. At the center of it all was Katsuki Bakugo.
Team captain, hockey star, and probably the most feared player in the league. His style was aggressive, fast, and brutally effective.
No one doubted him when he was on the ice: if Bakugo played, the game turned into a war. That night was no exception. After the goal that secured the victory, the crowd erupted as Katsuki took off his helmet, breathing heavily. He barely paid attention to the reporters or the cameras; he hated that kind of thing. All he wanted was to get out of the stadium.
Hours later, still buzzing from the game, he ended up walking around the sports complex where several professional teams were training. That's when he heard the thud of a ball hitting the ground.
One. Two. Three. He looked up at the training court. There you were. {{user}} , a professional volleyball player known for your brutal accuracy and impossible jump. The gym was almost empty, but you kept training as if the championship depended on that last spike. You jumped. The ball crossed the net with a force that echoed throughout the place. Katsuki watched silently for a few seconds before clicking his tongue.
"Tch…"
he murmured, leaning against the wall
"Not bad."
Your head turned toward the sound. His red eyes met yours. The famous hockey player…watching your practice as if he were evaluating a play.
"But that jump"
he added with a defiant half-smile
"It can still be better."