Katsuki Bakugo

The Olympic Games were the pinnacle of athletic achievement. For years, athletes from all over the world trained relentlessly for the chance to represent their countries on the biggest stage in sports. Every competition was filled with pressure, pride, and the knowledge that millions of people were watching.

And this year, two of the most talked-about athletes in the world were competing in completely different events.

Katsuki Bakugo, one of the most promising hockey players on the international stage, had finally earned his place on the Olympic roster. Known for his explosive playing style, ridiculous speed, and aggressive determination, he had quickly become a fan favorite. His name appeared on sports headlines almost daily, and journalists were constantly discussing whether he had what it took to lead his team to a medal.

But Bakugo wasn't the only athlete attracting attention.

His girlfriend, Y/N, was one of the most famous figure skaters in the world.

After dominating international competitions and winning several prestigious titles, she'd established herself as a serious Olympic contender in her own sport. Her performances were celebrated for their technical difficulty, precision, and breathtaking artistry. She had millions of fans, countless sponsorships, and a reputation that made her one of the most recognizable faces in figure skating.

Naturally, everyone expected her to spend her time at the Olympic figure-skating venue.

Nobody expected to find her sitting in the audience at an Olympic hockey game.

The arena was deafening.

Thousands of spectators filled the stands, waving flags and cheering as the players took to the ice. Cameras followed the athletes during warm-ups, commentators discussed the upcoming matchup, and journalists hurried between designated media areas to capture every possible story.

Among the spectators sat Y/N.

Dressed comfortably for the occasion, she watched the ice with an unmistakable sense of anticipation. Her attention remained fixed on one particular player as he skated onto the rink, his hockey stick in hand and his helmet tucked securely into place.

Katsuki Bakugo.

Even from the stands, she could recognize him immediately.

He moved with the same confidence he displayed everywhere else, skating effortlessly across the ice as he warmed up with his teammates. His expression was focused, his movements sharp and deliberate. He occasionally exchanged words with Kirishima, who was laughing about something, before turning his attention back toward the opposing team.

He looked completely in his element.

And Y/N couldn't have been prouder.

She knew exactly how much work Katsuki had put into reaching this point. She'd witnessed his exhausting training schedule, listened to him complain about difficult practices, and watched him push himself long after everyone else had called it a day. She understood the sacrifices he'd made to reach the Olympics because she'd made similar sacrifices for her own sport.

Now, she wanted to support him the same way he'd supported her.

Even if she knew absolutely nothing about hockey compared to figure skating.

Unfortunately, Y/N's presence hadn't gone unnoticed.

Several rows away, a sports photographer was reviewing the pictures he'd taken during the pregame coverage when he suddenly paused.

He zoomed in on a familiar face sitting among the spectators.

His eyebrows shot upward.

"Wait a second."

The journalist standing beside him glanced over. "What?"

"Is that Y/N?"

The journalist leaned closer to the camera screen.

For a moment, he simply stared.

Then he looked toward the stands, double-checking the figure skater's appearance against the image on the camera.

"No way."

"That's literally her," the photographer replied. "What is one of the biggest names in figure skating doing at an Olympic hockey game?"

The journalist immediately reached for his phone.

Within minutes, other members of the media had begun noticing her presence. A few photographers discreetly adjusted their lenses toward her section, while reporters exchanged curious looks and began whispering among themselves.

Y/N wasn't simply another celebrity attending the Olympics.

She was an internationally recognized athlete with her own competition schedule, media commitments, and training obligations. Her appearance at a hockey game was unusual enough to attract attention on its own.

But then someone noticed where she was looking.

Not at the scoreboard.

Not at the cameras.

Not even at the other players warming up.

She was watching Katsuki Bakugo.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," one reporter muttered.

Another journalist glanced between Y/N and the hockey player on the ice.

"Hold on. Aren't there rumors that those two are dating?"

"I thought that was just speculation."

"Well, she's sitting in the stands at his Olympic game. What do you think?"

"Get a picture before she leaves."

The photographers began taking shots of Y/N watching the warm-ups, careful to capture both her and Bakugo in the same frame whenever possible.

Meanwhile, the reporters were already considering the headlines.

Famous Figure Skating Champion Spotted at Olympic Hockey Match.

What Brought Y/N to the Hockey Arena?

Is Olympic Star Katsuki Bakugo Dating Figure Skating's Biggest Name?

The possibilities were endless.

Down on the ice, Katsuki remained completely unaware of the growing commotion in the stands. He was too busy preparing for the game, listening to his coach's final instructions and exchanging a few last words with his teammates.

Then Kirishima glanced toward the audience.

His eyes widened.

"Uh, Katsuki?"

"What?"

Kirishima pointed discreetly toward the stands. "Don't look now, but I think you've got a pretty important fan here."

Bakugo frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Kaminari, standing nearby, followed Kirishima's gaze.

His mouth fell open.

"No freaking way."

"What?!"

"DUDE. YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!"

Bakugo froze.

For half a second, his expression went completely blank.

Then he turned toward the stands.

And there she was.

Y/N.

Sitting among thousands of spectators, watching him compete at the Olympics.

His eyes widened slightly beneath his helmet before a slow, unmistakably pleased grin spread across his face.

"That damn woman..."

Kirishima laughed. "You look pretty happy for someone who's trying to act surprised."

"SHUT UP!"

But Bakugo couldn't stop looking at her.

He hadn't expected her to be there. With her own Olympic commitments and the demands of her figure-skating career, he'd assumed she'd be busy preparing for her next event.

Yet she'd made time to come and watch him.

And somehow, that meant more to him than he was willing to admit in front of his teammates.

He lifted one gloved hand, giving her a small wave from the ice.

Kaminari immediately started laughing.

"OH, MY GOD. HE'S WAVING AT HER!"

"I SWEAR TO GOD, DENKI—"

"THE GREAT KATSUKI BAKUGO, OLYMPIC HOCKEY STAR, EVERYONE! LOOK AT HIM GETTING ALL SOFT!"

Bakugo shoved him away with his shoulder, but the grin remained.

Unfortunately for him, the photographers had captured the entire exchange.

Several cameras flashed as he looked toward Y/N, and the reporters who'd been watching from the stands exchanged excited glances.

They'd come to cover an Olympic hockey game.

Instead, they might have stumbled upon one of the biggest celebrity-athlete stories of the season.

The referee called the players into position, and Bakugo finally forced himself to turn back toward the rink.

Before skating away, however, he glanced toward Y/N one last time.

His expression was fierce and confident again, but he pointed two fingers toward his own eyes before directing them toward her.

Watch this.

Then he skated into position, ready for the biggest hockey game of his life.

And Y/N had the perfect seat to watch every second of it.

The ice rink at U.A. High School was usually divided between two very different groups of athletes: the hockey players, who practically lived to compete, and the figure skaters, who spent hours perfecting every spin, jump, and graceful movement. Although they shared the same training facility, the two groups had developed a reputation for constantly bickering with one another.

And, unfortunately, neither group knew when to mind their own business.

Y/N was one of U.A.'s most talented figure skaters, training alongside her fellow girls from Class 1-A: Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Momo Yaoyorozu, and Toru Hagakure. Unlike the others, Toru wasn't invisible in this universe. She had a bright, expressive face, big round eyes, and short, fluffy platinum-blonde hair with soft pink undertones, making her just as recognizable as the rest of the group. Together, the girls made up an impressive team, each bringing her own style and strengths to the ice.

Their training sessions were usually peaceful enough—at least until the hockey team showed up.

Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, and the rest of the U.A. hockey players had just finished their own practice and were lingering near the rink's entrance. Still wearing their navy-blue jerseys with red and white accents, they watched the girls rehearse their routines.

At first, the boys kept to themselves.

Then Mina landed a particularly impressive spin.

Kaminari immediately snorted.

"WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?!"

Mina nearly stumbled out of her finishing pose.

She whipped around. "EXCUSE ME?!"

"YOU SPUN AROUND LIKE A HUMAN CEILING FAN!"

Sero burst out laughing, leaning against Kirishima for support. Even Todoroki looked mildly amused.

"Oh, shut up!" Mina shouted, pointing one gloved finger at them. "Let's see you do it!"

"Why would we want to spin around in circles?" Bakugo scoffed, resting his hockey stick against his shoulder. "We're trying to play an actual sport."

Y/N slowly turned toward him.

Oh, he was asking for it.

Bakugo stood near the boards with his usual arrogant smirk, his blond hair sticking out from beneath his helmet. He looked entirely too pleased with himself for someone who'd just insulted an entire group of athletes.

"What's wrong, princess?" he called toward the girls. "Can't handle a little criticism?"

"What's wrong with you, Bakugo?" Jiro shot back. "Can't appreciate talent when you see it?"

"Talent?" He scoffed. "You guys are just dancing on ice."

The rink went silent for approximately two seconds.

Then Ochaco gasped dramatically.

"OH, YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!"

Momo pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting the direction this conversation was heading. Toru, meanwhile, looked absolutely delighted.

"Oh, this is going to be GOOD."

Y/N glided toward the boards, stopping directly in front of her boyfriend. She tilted her head, offering him the sweetest smile she could manage.

"That's a pretty bold statement coming from someone who can barely skate without a stick."

Kirishima immediately burst out laughing.

"OH, SHE GOT YOU, BRO!"

Bakugo's eye twitched.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"You heard me."

"YOU WANNA TEST THAT THEORY?!"

"Gladly."

And just like that, the peaceful training session was officially over.

Within minutes, the two teams had made a deal.

The figure skaters would teach the hockey players how to perform figure-skating tricks, and the hockey players would teach the girls how to play hockey.

Naturally, neither side believed the other would be any good.

The hockey players were confident that their balance, speed, and athleticism would make figure skating easy. Meanwhile, the girls were convinced that the boys wouldn't survive five minutes trying to execute even the simplest skating routine.

Kaminari was already insisting he could perform a triple jump.

Momo informed him that he should probably learn how to stop properly first.

Sero wanted to learn how to spin.

Toru volunteered to teach him, looking far too excited about the opportunity to watch him fall.

Kirishima was determined to master a jump because he thought it would be "manly," while Midoriya had already started researching the proper technique on his phone.

Todoroki simply watched everyone with a calm expression before asking whether figure skating required special blades.

And Bakugo?

Bakugo was staring directly at Y/N.

"Don't think I'm going easy on you just because you're my girlfriend," he warned, pointing his hockey stick toward her.

Y/N laughed.

"Good. I wouldn't want you embarrassing yourself in front of everyone."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S GONNA BE EMBARRASSED!"

"Then I guess we'll see."

With that, the girls began demonstrating basic figure-skating techniques, showing the boys how to maintain their balance, execute controlled turns, and eventually work toward simple jumps and spins.

The hockey players, in return, introduced the girls to the fundamentals of hockey: stickhandling, passing, shooting, and moving confidently while wearing hockey equipment.

It quickly became clear that both groups had underestimated each other.

The hockey players discovered that figure skating required far more precision, balance, and control than they'd expected. Meanwhile, the figure skaters learned that handling a hockey stick while skating at speed was considerably harder than it looked.

But the biggest problem?

Bakugo and Y/N had turned the entire exchange into a competition.

Every successful trick earned a smug comment. Every stumble resulted in laughter. Every challenge became a matter of personal pride.

And with their friends cheering, teasing, and occasionally falling over in the background, the rink descended into absolute chaos.

Now, with the hockey players lined up at one end of the ice and the figure skaters preparing to demonstrate their next set of tricks, Bakugo skated over to Y/N with a challenging grin.

"All right, princess," he said, holding out his hand as though he were inviting her into a dance. "Show me what you've got."

His smirk widened.

"Let's see if all that fancy skating is actually as impressive as you think it is."