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There was a knock on your door. It was early, still dark out even, on a Saturday. It was about 5 am, and you knew exactly why he was knocking. You couldn’t beleive you had forgotten to set your alarm. Maybe you had and had just slept through it.
“So Katsuki and I always work out at 7am on Saturdays. We go out to the main gym and work out for a few hours. Do you want to join us?”
No. Not only no, but fuck no. Tell him no, that you don’t want to work out. You don’t want to feel sweaty and fatigued. You don’t want to show moreso that your rather weak. “Yeah sure that sounds great.”
Fuck.
So here you were, waking up at the asscrack of dawn on a Saturday. You walked over to the door and peeked it open. “Hey...”
“Oh sorry,” he said quietly, “Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah, sorry, I slept through my alarm. Come on in and I’ll get dressed.”
You opened the door more and let him in, running back to your dresser to pull out athletic pants and a sports bra. “I swear I didn’t forget to go, it just slipped my mind.”
“No really, it's okay. At least you opened the door. Denki usually says yes and then doesn’t even answer the door when I come get him.”
That made you laugh. Denki was a lot of things: hilarious, sweet, energetic, but athletic was not one of those things. You could picture him coming in 15 minutes late with Starbucks. You shook your head and pulled the clothes out, turning to him. He noticed the clothes in your hand and his face seemed to flush. You smiled a bit. “I’ll change in my little bathroom, don’t worry.”
He stuttered out an affirmative while you slipped into your little half bath. You tried to change as fast as you could, debating whether or not to put a shirt on over your sports bra. The blush on his face made you decide that the bra was the best.
You peeked out to see Kirishima staring at a painting on your wall. It was a stretched canvas of a graffiti art Dadaist piece for an exhibit you got roped into. It felt like forever ago even though it was like, a month ago. He seemed interested in it, and you just walked out over at him. He didn’t even notice you walk over, only after you finally tapped his shoulder. He about jumped out of his skin, turning bright red over being caught staring. He took in your appearance and his face turned an even brighter shade of red. “W-what what's the, uh, painting here?”
“It’s a Dadaist piece I did for an exhibit. All about how there is no difference between street graffiti and institutional art. It’s political.”
“Oh okay.....I like it.”
“I like you,” you replied smugly.
He startled again, and you bailed out the door before you could get flustered. Outside your door was a grumpy Bakugou. “What's taking you two so long? Were you making out or something?”
You laughed slightly, “You wish.”