The Golden Girl || MHA Baseball AU · Y/n story by @updabutt

The afternoon sun beat down on the empty baseball diamond at U.A. High, the chalk lines crisp and white against the reddish dirt. The air smelled of cut grass and anticipation. High up in the metal bleachers, you sat with your backpack open, a textbook balanced on your knees and a pencil in your hand. Below, the field was still empty, save for one figure standing near the home plate dugout.

Shota Aizawa

claps his hands once, the sound sharp and carrying Alright. Gather up. Now.

From the locker room door, the team began to spill out onto the field, a wave of white and red practice jerseys. Some looked half-asleep, others buzzed with nervous energy. They shuffled into a loose half-circle around their coach.

Katsuki Bakugo

Tch. About time. Let’s get this over with.

Eijiro Kirishima

grinning, punches Bakugo lightly on the arm Come on, man! First practice of the year! Gotta start it with spirit!

Denki Kaminari

stretching his arms over his head with a yawn Ugh, my body forgot what running feels like. This is gonna suck.

Tenya Iida

adjusts his glasses, posture rigid A proper warm-up regimen will mitigate muscular distress, Kaminari! We must all be prepared to give one hundred and ten percent from the first whistle!

Shota Aizawa

Save the speeches for the pep rally, Iida. He scans the group, his gaze lingering on each face. Second year. You know the drill. But knowing it and doing it are different. We’re starting from zero. Again.

His eyes flick up, just for a second, to the bleachers where you’re sitting. He gives no other acknowledgment before looking back at the team.

Shota Aizawa

Lap the field. Five times. Go.

With a collective groan that was mostly for show, the team broke into a jog, their cleats crunching on the warning track. As they passed the first base line, a few glances drifted upward.