ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series
cw: fratboy bakudeku x fem! reader, college au, angst, fighting, nerdy shy innocent!reader, miscommunication, lmk if i missed anythingggg
☾ Two weeks had passed since you last spoke to Izuku.
After you’d nervously mentioned the his fangirls that cornered you, he’d left you on seen. No reply. No explanation. You still saw him posting, parties, soccer games, late nights out with his friends, but he hadn’t reached out. And you hadn’t seen him on campus either.
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. You hated that it bothered you, You didnt even know if you actually liked him or if you were loosing it because for the first time someone gave you attention.
There was an uneasy ache in your chest every time you thought about him. You felt strangely drawn to him, even though you knew better. You kept reminding yourself: He’s a frat boy. This is what they do. They make you feel special, then disappear the second things stop being easy. Besides… nothing had really gotten serious between you two anyway.
To be fair all that had happened between you two was two short conversations, both in which you tried to run away, so why did you feel this way?
What was weirder was Katsuki.
Every corner you turned lately, he seemed to be there. At first you thought it was coincidence. Now you were starting to doubt it. You also hadn’t seen that girl who cornered you in the hallway anymore. It was like she’d vanished.
At least once a day Katsuki spoke to you, at first you thought maybe this was some sort of game, but then he started to sit with you at lunch, or he’d make his way to the library just to see if you were there, then call you four eyes and leave.
Today, you decided to sit in the courtyard under the big oak tree. The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and you wore your favorite long flowy skirt with a simple tank top. You settled against the trunk with your tote bag beside you and opened your newest romance novel, hoping the story would pull you somewhere far away from your racing thoughts.
Students milled around the courtyard; boys tossing balls, girls laughing in clusters, the scene almost too picture-perfect. For a moment, you let yourself admire it.
Until a loud, angry voice shattered the peace.
You looked up. Katsuki Bakugo was standing twenty feet away, pointing at the American football that had rolled to a stop a few feet from you. His expression was impatient, but his eyes lingered.
You sighed, stood up, and picked up the ball, hoping that would be the end of it.
Somehow, you ended up slightly sweaty, standing in the middle of the grass while the star football player himself taught you how to throw. You’d tried to decline at first, but he’d scoffed and said, “There’s more in life than just burying your nose in books, nerd.”
He was surprisingly patient as he corrected your form — adjusting your shoulders, telling you how to grip the ball, how to push from your core. His voice was gruff, but focused.
When you finally threw a decent spiral and it actually went somewhere, a small, surprised giggle escaped your lips.
The realization made your chest feel strange. It was the same warm flutter you’d felt when Izuku had sat next to you in the library weeks ago. Only now it was confusing. How could you feel this way about both of them? Was that even possible?
“You good? Too hot?” Katsuki’s voice came from behind you, closer than you expected.
You spun around quickly — only to be met with the sight of him lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow. Your eyes traitorously dropped to the sharp lines of his abs before you forced them back up.
“Y-yeah… I was gonna head back to the tree now,” you mumbled, trying to escape the moment. You needed distance. The longer you stayed around them, the more confused and overwhelmed you became.
Katsuki’s expression shifted. The easy smirk faded, replaced by something sharper.
“Sure,” he said, tone suddenly cold. “Go stick your nose back in that nerd book of yours.”
You blinked, confused by the sudden change. He’d been almost… nice a second ago. What happened?
He turned and walked off without another word, leaving you standing there clutching the football, chest tight with a strange mix of disappointment and relief.
You slowly walked back to your tree, the joy from moments ago already fading. The sun still shone brightly, but the courtyard suddenly felt colder.
You didn’t understand any of this.
And the worst part was… you weren’t sure you wanted to.
When Bakugo pushed open the front door of the frat house, he wasn’t surprised by the silence.
His brain still whirling with the fresh memories of you, how you giggled when you got something right, how you looked at hime attentively when he explained how throwing the football worked….how you breasts sat so prettily in your tank top.
The place was dead quiet. Deku had been in one of his moods for days, which meant anyone who wasn’t part of the inner circle had been kicked out. No parties. No noise. Just tension thick enough to choke on.
Izuku had been losing his mind over you. He’d even tracked down the girl who cornered you in the hallway and made it very clear she needed to stay the fuck away. But after leaving you on seen for two weeks, he didn’t know how to fix it. So he’d been rotting in his room, replaying that stupid yacht video, wondering why the hell he let things get awkward.
Bakugo kicked open Deku’s door with more force than necessary.
“Oi! Get your ass up, you damn nerd.”
Izuku jumped slightly, sitting up in his messy bed. The room was dark, curtains drawn, only the glow of his phone lighting his face.
“Dude… knock, maybe?” Izuku muttered, voice tired.
Bakugo stepped inside, eyes narrowing. “You still moping like a little bitch?”
Izuku didn’t answer. He just leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his messy curls.
Bakugo clicked his tongue. “I get it now.”
Deku’s eyes flicked up. “…What?”
“I hung out with her today.”
The room went dead silent.
Izuku slowly stood up from the bed, hands slipping into the pockets of his basketball shorts. His expression was calm, but the air around him felt charged.
“I taught her how to throw a football,” Bakugo said, rubbing the back of his neck. He tried to play it casual, but his voice came out gruffer than usual. “She’s… not as annoying as I thought she’d be.”
Izuku’s jaw tightened. He took a step forward until they were nearly chest to chest.
“You used the football trick on her?”
Bakugo’s smirk faltered. It wasnt like the two boys hadnt shared a girl before, but this was different, when they did share they discussed prior to making any sort of moves on the girl. They didnt do that this time, and Bakugo knew Deku wanted you first.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Izuku said, voice low and sharp. “That’s your move. You teach them football, act all patient, get them laughing and sweaty, then fuck them after. Don’t act like I don’t know your playbook, Kacchan.”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Yeah? Then why the fuck did you do it?” Izuku pushed forward, chest bumping Bakugo’s. “She’s not one of your hoes. She’s not like the rest of them.”
Bakugo shoved him back, eyes blazing. “And what the fuck are you doing about it? You’ve been hiding in here like a coward while she’s walking around campus looking lost. At least I actually talked to her.”
Izuku’s hands balled into fists. “You think teaching her football makes you special? That’s the same shit you do before you ghost them!”
Izuku shoved Bakugo hard, sending him stumbling into the desk. Bakugo caught himself and shoved him right back. In seconds they were grappling — fists flying, pushing and shoving like they used to when they were kids.
“You think you can just pull your usual shit on her?!” Izuku growled, landing a solid hit to Bakugo’s side.
“Shut the fuck up!” Bakugo snarled, grabbing Izuku’s shirt and slamming him against the wall. “You’re the one who left her on seen for two weeks!”
A punch cut him off. They crashed to the floor, rolling and throwing elbows. Bakugo ended up on top, pinning Izuku down with a forearm across his chest.
“Fucking talk to her, Deku,” Bakugo growled, breathing hard, blood on his lip. “Stop acting like a damn loser and fix it.”
He pushed off Izuku and stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Without another word, he stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
Izuku stayed on the floor, chest heaving, tasting blood in his mouth. His knuckles were split. His heart was pounding.
He hadn’t meant to lose it like that.
But the thought of Bakugo using the same moves on you — the same football trick he used on all his girls — made something ugly and possessive twist deep in his chest.
He couldn’t lose you before he even had you.
“So basically they both want you?” Mina said bluntly, her face filling the FaceTime screen.
Your cheeks burned instantly. You and Mina had only become friends a week ago, after you’d literally crashed into her while trying to avoid Bakugo in the hallway. She’d taken one look at your panicked expression and decided you were now her project.
“I-it’s not like that, Mina,” you tried to defend, voice small.
She raised a perfectly arched brow, smirking. “The shy act is cute, babe, but first Deku was glued to your ass and now Bakugo’s suddenly everywhere? I don’t know, girllll~”
You sighed, looking away and finding the pattern on your dorm floor suddenly fascinating. “I just… I don’t know.”
Mina’s teasing smile softened a little. “Honestly though? Be careful with Bakugo. He’s known for doing that whole ‘football trick’ thing — getting girls all sweaty and laughing, then fucking them and dipping the next day. Just saying, babe.” She paused, almost like she felt bad delivering the warning. “Allegedly,” she added quickly, giggling.
The word came out quieter than you meant. You weren’t even sure why the pit in your stomach suddenly felt so heavy. It wasn’t like you had any claim on him. On either of them.
It wasn’t long before Mina blew you a kiss and hung up, leaving you alone with your spinning thoughts. Why were both Bakugo and Izuku interested in you? Well… at least Bakugo seemed to be. You hadn’t heard a single word from Izuku in two weeks.
You hated how conflicted you felt. Was it even possible to like both of them? Was it right? The whole situation felt insane. You felt insane.
With a heavy sigh, you burrowed under your covers, hoping sleep would quiet everything. But then your phone buzzed.
Three more times in quick succession.
izuku: didnt mean to leave you on seen mb
izuku: just wondering if we could talk?
You groaned, scrolling further.
Then your stomach dropped.
@.itskatsukibaku.go is following you.
That was Bakugo’s main account. This couldn’t be a coincidence.
bakugo: four eyes, gotta talk.
bakugo: dont block this account either dumbass
Your eyes widened, heart hammering against your ribs. Mina’s words echoed loudly in your head: So basically they both want you?
You turned your phone off and hurled it across the bed like it had burned you. Then you shoved your face into your pillow and screamed.
