Football Player Katsuki + Marching Band Girlfriend
Like all his stupid friends here, he met you at UA University Freshmen Orientation — Group 1-A. The same group of eclectic college kids that are around today all hanging out between the Varisty Sports and Spirit Teams. Still doesn’t understand how you all managed to be put together like that.
Katsuki sees you regularly ever since then.
Football Player Katsuki who sees you sitting in the university cafeteria sitting with Squeaky, Tape Arms, and Round Cheeks all smiles and giggles or all slouched and complaining. And on game days when he’s got the time he and some of the team go over and sit with y’all. Because Kirishima is real good friends with those two woodwind idiots— so Bakugou initially just gets dragged along.
Football Player Katsuki Who always send a big wink and grin your way as he’s running through the tunnel before the start of the game.
Who compliments your playing to the rest of the team and the compliments spread like wildfire back to your director and now you’re yelling back about “Katsuki stop complimenting my playing by name. Director Yamada keeps putting me on tunnel duty — at this point he’s gonna make it a permanent thing!” And Katsuki always shrugs watching the way you’re fighting a smile, instrument in hand, but he loves it when you do the pre-game mini pep tunnel thing with him. Always gets the chance to take a pre-game (pre pregame) photo with you. All color-coordinated with his jersey and your marching uniform.
Football Player Katsuki Always standing on the sidelines with the other big players Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kirishima as y’all set up for pregame. The four of them taking the time to watch what y’all are doing — even if it’s the same each time.
And if he’s part of kick off then he KNOWS he’s about to be running towards y’all as you scramble off the field. And he’s barreling towards the sidelines when he spots you in the crowd. Always making goofy faces at you when he slows down: big old monster hands and downright terrifying snarl of his canines and molars, but LIVES to see you smile bright when you notice him — fellow section members now knowing him by look slapping you on the lapels to grab you attention. For Katsuki to then mime a couple clicks of a paparazzi camera back at you. sauntering over with the rest of his team back to the sideline with a faint shout of “ — you looked good!”
Leaves you with a section full of snickers and teases when you’re in the stands.
Football Player Katsuki who steps on your toes all the time for these dangerous and unorthodox training schemes that his denfensive coach Aizawa comes up with. Your director Yamada somehow agreeing to letting the entire defensive team zig-zag through the marching bands box-drill warm-up.
Coach Aizawa doesn’t even regulate everyone to specific sections of the “drill” — which is what you band kids read and walk everyday.
He lets the team run their laps beforehand to limber up and Bakugous sharp red eyes are always watching as you’re coaching your section on the whole drill. The angst on you and his friends faces makes him wince espically when the drills starts — it’s like a mazey hell of some kinda freaky spooky mind-control shit bc you’re all moving the exact same — and also not.
Bakugou’s a big guy — tall shoulders, broad shoulders, and pretty jacked — and so is the rest of the team. And Bakugou always ends up in your section of the drill: the team and marchers absolutely scared out of their wits. And luckily y’all have your stinking movements memorized for all these turns bc you always end up turning smack dab into his chest — at least once (and no y’all do not have instruments that’d be irresponsible on Director Yamada’s part) — and then being able to maneuver around him with a beaming grin and a polite little shove into a safe spot always pausing in chanting the numbers to say, “better luck next time babe!” 7- 8.
And when it’s said and done you and his friends will skip over to him and Kirishima. All laughing and comparing tallies of how many people got in your way — and he can feel his ears steaming with the way you playfully punch his shoulder and say that he’s “always on your dot” whatever the hell that means.
Football Player Katsuki who practically has your little band songs memorized for all his plays. And he makes a lot of touchdowns — always waiting on that delayed cheer of your voice coming from the band stands afterwards
— always looking up waiting for your delayed smile and wave, bc you were busy fighting down a smile while playing and dancing to the fight song for the touchdown he just made.
you, Round Cheeks, Squeaky, and Tape Arms always bursting into a song and singing your parts to some band kids tunes whenever some particular trigger word falls from someone’s mouth in conversation.
Like his number? 17? He can’t get past the Seven part because Uraraka starts wailing on an imaginary horn singing the low brass line while you and the two woodwind nerds start throwing down some funky dance moves.
and he hates himself when he’s taking a break on the sidelines and him and current benchwarmer Shinsou start humming some little ditty when Midoriya and Kirishima make a first down on the field. The two of them sharing concerned glares before staring up at y’all laughing and wailing just down the way. “We never speak of this again, got it?” “Got it.”
Football Katsuki whom you always pass on your way to set-up for pregame. The man always covered in dirt and grime with his hairband pushing back his blonde bangs. The little stereotypical thick black paint smudged across his face as you pass by him with a gentle little hand to the back.
And he turns around with those red eyes accentuated by those big black smears and gives you a grinning smile. Always attempting to peck his gf’s cheek before you go into place and you always taking a step back with a teasing giggle, “can’t right now ‘Suki I’m in uniform.” And you love watching his nose scrunch and his eyes flutter open, lips still pucked as you blow him a kiss. The student going crazy because the camera man has caught onto y’all a few times. Suki’ always crossing his arms and rolling his eyes shouting “break a leg!” As you prepare.
Football Player Katsuki who waits around with his mates before he sees you run over to him. You and your friends now changed into regular clothes and ready to head home and shower. After he’s just helped win the whole thing and you’re walking, stomping, staggering over to him in shambles and you come up and dodge HIS KISS??!
Always whining and pointing an accusatory finger like “Suki’ you made my lips hurt!” And he’s always like baby how?? And you’re like too many good touchdowns. I had to play the fight song too many times :(
Has his mates howling!!! 👏 he just doesn’t understand :((
Football Player Katsuki who also makes that adorable scrunchy face of confusion when you flip-flop between telling him that’s he’s gonna help take the team all the way to the championship!! And then you pulling back with a fearful face and whispering, “but then I have to go to finals. I have to play at finals. I have to be on the band bus to get to finals.”
And he chuckles and naively says oh it can’t be that bad. Only to get a genuine slap to his arm as you glare up at him “never say that again.” A dark energy he can only explain as marching band trama when he sees your frantic pleas of a text when he tells you he’s about to reach the point in the flight where he’s gotta put his phone up.
He believes you when y’all show up days later at the venue. All smelly, all angsty, all hangry from the drive over. Has him cooing over you as you mumble and grumble waiting in line with an equally agitated Round Cheeks and Ponytail as the band waits for its 400 or so members to be given room keys. A total sunshine/dark cloud reversal.
Always shakes his head at Dance/Cheer Team Friend Mina who’s already been here the same amount of time he has. Short pink curls bouncing over to ask how it’s been only to see everyone else with glare as if her cheery attitude is a death wish. Immediately cowering behind him and cooing and fretting over y’all band kids just the same seriously what happened to y’all? Doesn’t matter, y’all won’t answer. The band bus is still the band bus even in college.
Football Player Katsuki who helps drive/walk you home afterwards again getting a flimsy puffy and chapped lipped peck at your door after every game. Being incredibly dramatic as insists he’s in “kiss withdrawal” when you don’t kiss him the next day because your lips are still recovering.
LIVES for the day-after when you’re all better. And you finally give him a good fixing of those kisses he’s been missing out on. And he looks so smitten with all your invisible chapstick lip stains and little mosquito pecks; absolutely adorable. And you can’t help but roll your eyes when he pouts up at you, blinking those thick lashes. “Still in a tremendous deficit!” He nods eagerly as you rolls your eyes and start smooching every corner and curve of his face again. Laughing between kisses “seriously suki’ it hurts! you don’t understand”
you’re right he doesn’t, but luckily he’ll wait for his victory kisses. Doesn’t ever wanna put you in more pain after a game day 🥺
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IT'S MOUNTAIN MONDAY BITCH
As such, may I request some big boy sweetness? Mountain and Aether, basking in one another in the warm spring sun? Smut or not, up to you ♡
AND the first day of spring!!!
enjoy some big boy banter (with guest appearance by Rainy boy) ♡
A brief shadow dances across the backs of Mountain’s eyelids, a shapeless form against the almost too-bright sun.
"Soaking up the sun, big guy?" It’s Aether’s voice, warm and rich as the first breeze of spring that sailed through the earth ghoul’s window this morning.
Mountain cracks open an eye, searching for the quintessence ghoul. He finds him just off to his side, looking at him with an amused expression and hands on his hips. The earth ghoul closes his eyes and sighs with a smile, settling further into the fresh new grass growth. "Recharging,” Mountain answers. He spreads his limbs out further, reminiscent of a gangly starfish.
The ground is still damp, but he doesn’t care. The sun shines high in the afternoon sky, and a perfect patch of its light hovers on the embankment next to the abbey’s lake. That’s where he’d decided to sprawl out and just take it all in. Bask. Recharge. Soak up that first connection to new life that thrives within his element.
Rain had trailed along soon after, padding by Mountain in bare feet towards the dock. He had disappeared into the water just as quickly, leaving the earth ghoul to lie contentedly in the grass alone.
“Mind if I join you?” Aether asks now, already shucking his boots and socks.
“‘Course not; please do.” Mountain breathes another lungful of fresh spring air, voiding his lungs in a gleeful, satisfied exhale. “Nice, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Aether agrees. He flexes his feet in the plush grass, wiggling his toes among the budding clover. The quintessence ghoul plops down near Mountain’s head, gently shuffling so his shins touch the top of his head. “Come here.” Aether scratches behind Mountain’s horn and pats the top of his shoulder. The earth ghoul lets out a trill of curiosity, craning his head to see Aether inviting him to lay across his lap. “I’ll play with your hair,” he sing-songs, scratching behind his horn again.
Mountain smiles and shifts to butt up his shoulders with Aether’s legs, snuggling his head into the cradle of his lap. He won’t turn down an offer for someone to run their fingers through his hair.
Aether starts to do just that, combing Mountain’s mousy brown tresses out from under his neck and away from his face. “Didn’t Rain come out here, too?” Aether asks, causally scanning the lake and surrounding area for the water ghoul.
“I think he’s at the bottom of the lake again,” Mountain laughs, adjusting the angle of his head to give Aether better access. “Been down there a while now.”
“Hm,” Aether hums amusedly. “Isn’t the water pretty cold still?”
“Borderline frigid. I don’t know how he does it.”
Aether works through a small knot, picking out what looks like a bramble or a tiny jagged pinecone. He shakes his head with a smile before tossing it aside. “I think he does it so he can cozy up to Dew after he’s done pretending to be a frog.”
Mountain snorts. “Oh, I bet. Doting on him as if Rain doesn’t also carve a hole in the ice sometimes to still go swimming.”
Aether shudders. “No thank you. That’s probably colder than the void.”
“Probably.” Mountain hums as Aether grazes his claws over the top of his scalp, having worked through any remaining knots. The bottom half of his hair is cool to the touch, slightly wet from the damp earth they’re lounging on. Aether smoothes it all back into a vague ponytail and lets it fall into the space between his crossed legs.
A comfortable silence settles over the two, broken only by the occasional purr from Mountain. Aether continues to trace nonsensical patterns through his hair, enjoying the sounds of thriving nature around them.
“Have you gone to the woods recently?”
Mountain twitches, the question startling him from Aether’s lulling fingers and the desire for a nap already pulling at the edges of his brain. “Hm?”
“You know; Rain pretends to be a frog at the bottom of the lake, and you pretend to be Bigfoot.”
Mountain barks a laugh and swats at Aether with his tail. “What do you mean, Bigfoot? How do you even know what Bigfoot is?”
“I do know how to read, you know. And you’re fond of leaving that weird nature channel on in the common room.”
Mountain rolls his eyes. “And where does that leave you, big guy?”
“I don’t pretend to be anything. I simply,” he waves his hands above Mountain’s face as if demonstrating a disappearing act, “cease to exist. In this plane, anyway.”
“You pretend to be a ghost and scare innocent Siblings in the corridors, got it.”
Aether chuckles, a deep, resonating belly laugh that vibrates through Mountain’s skull—only in the best way, of course. “I have never done such a thing.” It’s a lie, and they both know it.
There’s a pause. Aether goes back to combing through the earth ghoul’s hair. “I suppose it’s been a pretty brutal winter. Wouldn’t want to spend too much time in it, myself.”
Mountain sighs, snuggles further into Aether’s lap. “I went once, when I couldn’t sleep and things were tense. But that was months ago.”
Aether makes a noncommittal noise, scratching behind Mountain’s long, rounded ears. He feels the earth ghoul’s tail thump against his thigh, a happy little movement that stops and starts again when he moves to the other ear. The quintessence ghoul sighs, tipping his head towards the sun.
“‘S nice now,” he mutters. Mountain only hums in response, letting out a soft sigh when Aether runs his claws from the crown of his head to the nape of his neck.
They’re content to continue like that, time stretching slowly before them. Sometime later—minutes, hours, Aether isn’t sure—something catches the corner of his eye. It’s a fluttering thing, peeking out from the budding clover. A small, cream-colored butterfly makes its way near the two ghouls, looking almost like a big flake of fresh snow.
“Aw, Mount look,” Aether says softly. The ghoul on his lap only snuffles in response, ear twitching to Aether’s voice. The little bug floats away just as quickly as it came, off to find a more cozy spot to land.
“Mount?” Aether peeks over the crown of the earth ghoul’s head to find him fast asleep, breathing even and mouth slightly parted. Aether smiles fondly, returning his hand to Mountain’s hair.
There’s a rippling of the lake water against the shore, followed by the sloshing of rising bubbles. Rain surfaces half a minute later, leisurely paddling back to shore, gills flaring and sparkling in the sun. The water ghoul waves when he spots Aether on the embankment, briskly shaking out his hair and grabbing a towel and his discarded lounge pants.
Quiet on your way up, Mountain fell asleep, Aether reaches out with his mind to the approaching ghoul.
‘Kay, Rain answers easily back. He wears a lazy smile as he walks up to them, waving again at Aether.
“He needs it,” Rain whispers to Aether, regarding Mountain’s sleeping form. He cocks his head, titling to get a better look at something. He smiles when he finds it, shaking his head. “Yeah, definitely needs it. I’ll see ya, Aethe, gonna go bother Dew for his body heat.” Rain trots off, leaving a whiff of kelp and sea salt in his wake.
Aether looks over at the spot in question. Mountain’s left arm now rests on the grass, having dropped off from its previous spot on his chest. There’s patches of moss growing along the soft skin on the underside of his forearm, bright green against dusty gray. The little clover buds reach up to kiss his skin, flowering as they mingle with the tiny hands of the moss.
Aether smiles softly. “Get your rest, my sweet earth giant,” he whispers, placing a barely-there kiss on his forehead.
The quintessence ghoul almost misses the crop of orange blossoms that sprout at the nape of his neck, only revealed when Aether returns his hands to Mountain’s hair once more.
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Things my band directors have said:
Band director, through a microphone from the top of the band tower: hey if you ever feel like working could you do this?
Assistant band director, from the pavement with us: do you want me to come up there and fight you grandpa? I'll fight you.
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Assistant band director: see sometimes you guys get too close to each other as you're doing the arm movement. Cause if I go like this, *starts doing the arm move in question*, and I'm close enough to hit grandpa, *starts slapping the band directors arm back and forth*, then I'm too close.
Band director: *literally could care less. Not paying attention to what she's doing and fighting with the Dr. Beat.*
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Band director: guard? That rep was hot. That's the best I've ever seen you do that work all year. Whatever you ate for breakfast it eat it every day.
Assistant band director: yknow I'm not sure I you saying "that was hot" about children.
Band director: guard that was smokin'.
Assistant band director: nope that's worse.
Band director: how about it was ✨️slay✨️.
Us: *cheering*
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