The Goal Is to Become National Champion [Crossover]

[The male lead of this story is Bakugo. Enter at your own risk if that bothers you.]

I, Ye Yinguang, am a sports fanatic and a key member of every sports club. My goal is to become the national champion.

"Your Quirk is really interesting. Would you like to try becoming a hero?" the strongest hero asked me, inviting me to U.A.

Sounds pretty good, I thought, and then I went and started dating someone.

Warnings:

* Written for love, with mountains of headcanon and major changes. It's fanfiction, after all, so my version of the world goes. Thanks for understanding.

* Pairing: Bakugo.

* The second half gets a little messy. Enter at your own risk.

Currently updating: Love and Learning, Always Moving Forward

After I successfully got into the police academy, I thought my daily routine would be:

Study hard, slack off during training, and admire handsome guys.

But that fantasy fell apart after I met that excellent blond, dark-skinned classmate:

"Sashi, we have a fitness test tomorrow."

"Sashi, try to jump as high as you are."

"If it's you, Sashi, I'm sure you can beat me and take first place, right?"

Ugh, you're so noisy.

But that awful competitive streak of mine! It's just first place. I refuse to believe I can't do it!

It was the nth time I'd taken the bait when Furuya challenged me, and the nth time I'd failed. I saw his eyes, full of amusement, and his friends winking at me and nudging me toward him, saying they wanted to take another "photo of first and second place."

How many of those had we taken this semester?

Honestly! Why should an office worker like me have to compete with proper police academy students like you?

*

Our school has recently been holding frequent exchange events with the special education school next door. I met someone quite interesting there.

I'd always wondered what made that school "special." I got my answer after meeting this classmate, who likes to trade barbs with me and is supposedly bad-tempered.

I patted his shoulder. It was strange: it felt as if something was blocking my hand from reaching him, and for a moment I couldn't lower it. But the sensation only lasted briefly, and then I managed to rest my hand on Gojo's shoulder.

Through his thin summer clothes, I could feel the subtle twitch of his muscles...

Could I really have gotten this strong?

I was shocked.

A little while later, I said solemnly, "Gojo, even if you can't see, please don't think of yourself as special and give up. The country, the school, and I will all help you!"

Gojo, wearing sunglasses: "Heh."

Sneaking in two upcoming stories. When to start them will depend on how many favorites they get~

Waking Up with Dark Skin:

[Pairing: Toko]

To be honest, I may have run into the greatest crisis of my brief twenty-three years of life.

At four in the morning, a wet sensation, strange yet familiar, woke me. I opened my eyes and saw an enormous dog's face right in front of me...

No, I wasn't cursing at anyone. I pushed away the little white dog licking me all over, then looked at the black hand I'd reached out, much larger than before and definitely a man's hand. I fell into deep thought.

*

This was clearly the home of a single man who took his privacy far too seriously. There were hardly any personal belongings, and both phones I found in the house were locked, so I couldn't contact anyone outside.

Fortunately, I remembered that a few days ago I'd given the little dog, who was now happily spinning in circles in front of me, a shot. I vaguely remembered that his owner was called Amuro...? He worked as a cafe server and had caused quite a stir in our department at the time because he was so handsome.

Just then, a man named Amuro called. After a brief conversation, we agreed to meet at a cafe that was nearby for both of us.

Relieved, I relaxed and lay down, only to feel something strange pressing against the back of my head.

I reached back and found a gun.

*

I'm a Playboy, and I've Been Caught:

When my senses returned, an impassioned rally was underway onstage, in English.

"Do you want to push Vodka aside and become the only one by Lord Gin's side?"

"Do you want to follow Vermouth and learn the art of disguise?"

"Do you want to become that person's right-hand man?"

"Whoever makes contact with the network organization and gets ten billion dollars within a month, with the support of the jujutsu world, will receive a code name!"

Listening to the key phrases in the speech and looking at the familiar aesthetic around me, I thought about my years of experience in the Jinjiang fanfiction scene. I seemed to understand my situation.

I secretly opened my phone to confirm the current Conan timeline, but the texts that popped up one after another startled me.

[Did I make you angry, Sis? I'll fly over to see you tomorrow. - Echizen Ouma]

[Hmm? Fine, I'll admit I was wrong this time, woman. Don't test my patience. - Atobe Ogo]

[If it's you, you can do anything you want~ - Gojo Satoru]

*

To sum up my situation: I'm BAILEYS, one of the organization's mainstays and a newly appointed code-name holder.

I didn't get a code name because of my abilities. Mainly, I'm a playboy, and the people I've been playing around with are all powerful. There's a lot more going on here, and I can't say too much. Let's just say, if you know, you know.

And the best part is that I'm in America, while all the people I've been playing around with are far away in Japan. The mountains and rivers between us mean they can't reach me, so I can sleep easy.

That was until Gin called me in and told me to go to Japan and keep an eye on a famous detective named Mori.

"Hmph. I don't care how you got your code name or what methods you used. Just get the job done." Big Brother Gin said this, then ordered Vodka to take me to the airport without giving me a chance to object.

Twelve hours later, after finally setting foot in Japan, my phone blew up again.

Did the people I've been playing around with put trackers on me? Why are they all coming to pick me up!

I'm! Busted!

Looking at my blond, dark-skinned partner who had come to meet me, I earnestly suggested, "Let's get out of here!"

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