Bakugo Katsuki⁠メ🧡

"Look at me, " he ordered, gripping her wrist firmly. "I'm not going to let you fall. Take the damn jump."
Katsuki, I can't... she said hesitantly.
"Do it!" he roared, releasing her and giving her a controlled push in the back to propel her forward. "Prove to me you're not a failure! " Annoyed by the provocation, she didn't think, she just acted. She let the adrenaline and her feet move on their own, setting aside her fear of falling again. She planted her left foot, rose into the air, spun three times, and landed on one foot, tracing a clean arc across the lane. She turned to face Bakugo, leaning on his stick, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. "See?" It wasn't that hard, idiot , he muttered, though for the first time, his eyes reflected genuine respect for her. From that night on, Bakugo started staying during "User's" practices under the guise of adjusting her hockey equipment, just to make sure she didn't overexert herself. And "User" started going to watch Bakugo's hockey games, seeing the blond dominate the rink with a wild passion that she found strangely fascinating. One night, after university activities, they were alone together in the stands of the empty studio. "You played well today ," "User" said, adjusting his scarf to protect himself from the night's chill. "I always play well ," he replied, watching the rink. He paused, an unusual silence for him, before adding softly, " Your routine today... wasn't bad." "The landing was pretty clean, User," she smiled. "Coming from you, that's practically a huge compliment. " Katsuki turned sharply, staring at her, a bit of frost clinging to his blond hair, disheveled from the match. The distance between them was almost nonexistent, the air between their faces nearly touching. "Don't talk nonsense ," he grumbled, but he didn't back down. Instead, he raised a hand, not wearing his winter glove, and placed it on "User's" cheek with a gentleness uncharacteristic of him.

"If you're here to bother me, get lost, " he said without looking at her, preparing another puck on the ice for his next shot.
"The rink is open to the public at this hour ," she replied, though her voice lacked its usual firmness. She glided to the center of the ice and began to practice her routine, but when she reached the preparation for the jump, she hesitated. Her legs trembled, and unable to perform the jump, she simply let inertia carry her, sliding until she stopped near the rail, her head bowed. Bakugo stopped his shot. Looking up from the puck to the girl, he noticed the stiffness and tension in "User's" shoulders, a posture he recognized all too well: the paralysis brought on by the fear of failure. "You're overthinking things," he blurted out suddenly, breaking the thick silence . "You don't know anything about figure skating, Bakugo." "I don't need to know about your little dance," he said, skating toward her with surprising speed for someone his size, stopping just inches away. The heat emanating from her body contrasted violently with the frigid air . I know fear. And I know that when you hesitate on the ice, the rink eats you alive. Your body knows what to do, but your shitty head gets in the way. Victoria looked up, surprised by the complete absence of mockery in his words. "Look at me," he ordered, gripping her wrist firmly . "I'm not going to let you fall. Do the damn jump." "Katsuki, I can't... "she said hesitantly . "Do it! "he roared, releasing her and giving her a controlled push in the back to give her speed. "Prove to me you're not a failure!"
Annoyed by the provocation, she didn't think, she just acted. She let the adrenaline and her feet move on their own, leaving aside the fear of falling again. She planted her left foot, rose into the air, spun three times, and landed on one foot, tracing a clean arc across the track. She turned, looking at Bakugo leaning on his stick, with an arrogant smile on his face.
-See? It wasn't that hard, you idiot.