ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ SYNOPSIS :: your boyfriend, katsuki helps train you for your upcoming track meet.
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ TAGS :: (boyfriend-coach!)katsuki x (track athlete)f!reader ᯓ fluff ᯓ wc: 1.9k ᯓ proofread! ᯓ story ᯓ
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ AUTHOR’S NOTE :: NO, i'm not self projecting because i’m on the track team and want a coach boyfriend, shut up! ★ also a little track lingo; the term “WHOOP WHOOP” means your hawking down/running faster than the person who's in front of you ★ i don’t know how, but this is the first story i’ve written in under 24 hours... i was determined okay! ★ and ik i’ve been writing katsuki a lot but uh, mind your business.. ★ l/n = last name
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ EDIT :: apologies for the post being 4 hours behind schedule, i had TONS of homework and i had a different story i was going to post but it included a link to a video that explained the synopsis and the video was removed so i had to proofread and edit this story 🥹
you were walking home when you could hear your phone ringing inside your backpack. you unzipped it and blindly searched for your phone. once you found it, you saw it was your boyfriend, katsuki calling you. he remembered what time he should call you everyday now that you're on your school’s track team, and you returned home at a later time than usual.
you slid the answer button and continued walking. as the phone connected, he could already tell by your facial expression that you were about to cry.
“what’s wrong?” a deep voice came through your phone with genuine concern.
“practice was so bad today,” you sniffed as you wiped your tears with your sleeves. “my legs have been hurting so badly and it’s messing up my performance— and i have a track meet in a week— and we have to go against our rival school— and my coach is expecting a lot from me— but she’s telling me she might not put me in next week—” you rambled your heart out as he sat there and listened to you.
“what part of your legs hurt the most?” he spoke calmly but reassuringly.
you sniffed again before speaking, “my shins and my hamstrings. i think i might have shin splints.”
he hummed at your response, “stop running in your spikes for a little, just wear your running shoes, okay?”
“okay,” you replied, “are you still coming to see me today?” you bit your lip in vexation, walking up the stairs to your house while trying to find your key inside your book bag.
“of course i am, but i have to do a couple of things first, then i’ll be to your house, yeah?” you could hear him dashing down the stairs and grabbing his keys from off the kitchen counter.
you said okay and you both said your love you’s and goodbyes before katsuki hung up the phone. you finally found your key and pushed it through the little hole and twisted it until it clicked. you rushed into your room and dropped your heavy school bag, practice bag, and your water bottle.
the room was filled with morose as you laid out your pajamas and wrapped your hair in a bun. you grabbed your towel and body wash and blasted your favorite song in the bathroom. you stepped into the shower and washed up, still finding yourself still a little bummed out about practice today despite taking a scolding hot shower.
once you got out of the shower, you got dressed and katsuki had just pulled up to your house. your parents opened the door for him, and he went to your room. he opened your bedroom door and closed it behind him, which scared you and made you jump up in your chair before taking note of the bags he had in his hand.
“hey baby, i got you some stuff.” he placed the bags on your vanity and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to see what was inside.
in one bag was bio-freeze, icy-hot, ibuprofen, a new water bottle, a foam roller, a massage gun, shin tape, and some tiger balm. in the other bag were your favorite sports drinks, protein bars, and fruit salads from the convenience store up the street from your house. as you looked through the bags your mouth fell agape while turning over to him.
“babyy,” you cooed, “you didn’t have to do this…” your lips started to quiver in awe.
you walked in between his legs and gave him a hug, following it with a sweet kiss on his lips. he grabbed your waist as he pulled you closer and kissed you back, showering you with sweet pecks.
“also, tomorrow i’m gonna be with you all week to help train you for your track meet, alright?” he rubbed your sides and lower back from under your shirt.
“that sounds fun, thank you kats.” you smiled at him as you both began to lay on the bed. “oooh wait,” you reached for something on top of your vanity. “can you massage my legs please?” you handed him the massage gun he just got you.
“sure baby,” he chuckled softly as you laid on your stomach, he massaged your legs with the gun and with his bare hands.
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after that night, katsuki was training you hard. he first helped you learn how to sprint out your blocks correctly. it was 6:30pm and the sun was getting ready to rest.
katsuki had called set as you lifted your butt slightly in the air, then yelled go and you sprinted as hard as you could until you heard him say “nuh-uh, let’s try it again,” which annoyed you a little.
he eyed you as you walked back to your blocks before he lifted your chin to make you look at him. “why are you having an attitude with me? i’m trying to help you.” he placed a kiss on your lips, which obviously got rid of your attitude.
“you’re doing well, just remember you need to have your thirteen-step drive phase, which means keeping your head down,” he reminded you.
he even helped you with your endurance and acceleration. he raced you, and even watched you race so he could pick on your form to even the littlest mistake.
“baby, you need to drive your knees up more like that,” he lifted your knee, then he told you to lock your ankles and drive your feet on the floor, then for your feet to nearly touch your butt, then put your knees back up again. "see baby? it's like riding a bike." he demonstrated on you.
“and you need to move your arms more. the faster you swing your arms, the faster your legs will go,” he handed you your water bottle and kissed your forehead, “but you’re doing great so far,” he added.
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after a crucial two weeks of non-stop practice with your team, and extra practice with coach katsuki, it was finally meet day. you were running a 200-meter dash and you were pretty nervous. the officials on the announcement called for the 200-meter runners to check in at the in-field.
“katsuki come with me. i have to check in.” you playfully dragged him off the bleachers.
he held your spikes in his hand and you both went onto the infield and checked in. you walked up to the lady as she checked her clipboard, “what’s your last name and heat sweetie?” she asked politely.
“l/n, heat fifteen.” you smiled at her sweetly.
“y/n?” she asked, you nodded. “lane one honey, here’s your sticker.” she handed you two stickers with the number one on it as you thanked her.
“lane one? are you kidding me!” you started freaking out.
“baby, we practiced in lane one, just think of this like it’s me and you at practice again, okay?” he reassured you, looking at you with stern but hopeful eyes.
you only nodded at him. “if you get first place, we can go and get you chick-fil-a or something,” he sighed, making your smile suddenly grow.
you and katsuki walked away and sat somewhere in the field. you took off your jacket and pulled down your sweatpants, which underneath revealed your track uniform. you handed katsuki your clothes, and he handed you your spikes.
“i don’t like how short those shorts are,” he grumbled under his breath, which made you giggle.
“it’s okay, it’s not that bad,” you tried to reassure him, even though you said it yourself that your shorts were too short.
“do you need to go get your shins taped before you start your race or are you good?” he asked, looking down at you lacing your spikes.
“i think i'm okay now,” you smiled at him.
a couple of minutes later, everyone started gathering for the 200-meter dash. you gave katsuki a quick kiss on the cheek, and you lined up behind all the other racers while katsuki went back to the bleachers, getting ready to record you.
when the first two heats went, they seemed pretty fast, which started to make you anxious. with every gun shot that went off, you stepped closer and closer to your lane. when you were stuck in your thoughts, you heard the officials yell, “heat fifteen, let's go let's go!" you sucked in a deep breath and walked to lane one, you constantly moved around, trying to kick the anxiety out of your body.
"runners, take your mark!” you quickly did your block ritual and got into your blocks. your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your head. you remembered everything katsuki had been telling you to do, and imagined it as if this was you two practicing again.
“get set...” the official yelled as he pointed the gun into the air. you pointed your hips in the air, legs bent, and heels on your blocks. all you told yourself at that moment was “drive drive drive drive drive drive.” until you heard the gun go off. you sprinted out of your blocks and counted your thirteen steps before slowly lifting your head up. you drove your knee up after every step and continued to move your arms fast.
as you passed most of the people in your heat, you heard your teammates yell “WOOOP WOOOP!” you had already run the first 100 meters and all you had to do was maintain, maintain, maintain. you swung your arms harder and took a deep breath, you leaned your body forwards as you crossed first place in your heat. once you crossed the finish line, you sped-walked back over to the infield and laid on the ground, out of breath.
katsuki walked back over to you and picked you up off the floor. “c’mon, ‘s no air down there on the ground,” he joked.
he handed you your water bottle as he carried you on his back all the way to the bleachers. “did i do good kats?” you huffed, still winded.
“yeah baby, you did great, you got 25.18 seconds. i’m proud of you,” he smirked, sitting you down on the bleachers and giving you a kiss on your forehead.
“awww, thank you kats. i couldn’t have done it without you.” you smiled as you laid onto his shoulder, and watched the rest of the events together.
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once you got home and was in bed, katsuki went downstairs to grab the chick-fil-a door dashed for you both. while you watched the video of your race when he recorded you. in the beginning of the video, he counted your thirteen steps to make sure you achieved the drive phase, and you did. he made sure you ran on the inside of the curve, which you also did. and made sure you kept swinging your arms even when you were tired, which you also did. when he saw you come in first he let out a relieved sigh, followed with a, “that’s my girl.”
he opened the door and placed the chick-fil-a bag on your bed and sat next to you. “i’m so proud of you baby, y’know that?” he opened the bag and handed you your food.
“awww, thank youu,” you smiled, “y’know for summer track, you should join the team, it’ll be fun!” you opened your food and took a bite of it.
