The stadium lights were blinding, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the turf as warmups started. Katsuki rolled his shoulders back, helmet tucked under one arm, sweat already sliding down his temples.

But none of that mattered.

He was scanning the sidelines for one thing. One person.

And when he found you—in your cheer uniform, adjusting your bow—his chest tightened the same way it always did.

He stalked over immediately, ignoring his coach yelling, “BAKUGO, GET BACK IN FORMATION!”

“Oi,” Katsuki barked when he was close enough, voice low and rough, “you’re watchin’ me today, right?”

You blinked up at him. “I’m literally on the cheer team. It’s my job to watch the whole game.”

“Tch—don’t give me that.” He leaned down, forehead almost touching yours. “I expect you to cheer for me, got it?”