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Pink. That was all Katsuki could see.
Folded over, touching her toes, she tormented him from the window with her spandex-wrapped bottom.
He had peacefully walked in from the showers, feeling refreshed for the evening, when he had the craving for a smoothie.
Yeah, bad idea.
The only thing he was presented with was straight up ass.
Seriously, they couldn’t do that shit somewhere else?
Uraraka switched positions on the yoga mat, facing Momo as they made identical tree poses.
From the new angle, the only thing Katsuki could focus on was the curve of her back as she stretched her arms up.
Jesus Christ. Gravity did not usually lift her ass like that…
He must have been staring for longer than he realised because, as someone placed a hand on his shoulder, he jumped, swinging around the banana in his hand.
“Woah, man!” The idiot, Kirishima, shrank back as he sheepishly grinned.
Katsuki sucked on his teeth, shrugging out of Kirishima’s grip, “A warning would be nice.”
He was half deaf anyway, so even if his friend had announced his arrival…he probably still wouldn’t have heard.
Ejirou teasingly raised his brow, “FYI, if you’re gonna creep on Uraraka, do it more subtly next time.”
Katsuki gaped at him, scoffing, “I wasn't doing shit,” He rubbed his nose.
Kirishima snorted, nudging his head towards the window, “Oh, yeah? You interested in Yaomomo, then? Damn, you move on quick, dude.”
Katsuki lunged for the boy, using one bicep to tug him into a headlock.
“No, dipshit! I’m not into Ponytail...you don’t have to be a smartass about it!”
Ejirou chucked, slapping at his forearm to be released, which he was kindly granted by being pushed to the side, “Chill out, I was just joking around. You’re allowed to look at your girl all you want.”
His girl? Uraraka was not his girl.
Now, that wasn’t to say he hadn't had countless dreams of that very scenario, but it just wasn’t reality.
Katsuki ignored him, moving towards the counter to slice the banana into the blender.
Kirishima—the annoying prick—didn’t leave; instead, he buzzed around even closer like a fly. Getting all up in Katsuki’s face, he cheerfully grinned, “Well? You gonna do anything about it?”
“About what?” Katsuki ripped open the packet of almonds with brute force.
Ejirou rolled his eyes, exaggeratingly pointing to the window, “Ask her out! It’s getting exhausting watching you guys just flirt around all day.”
“Have you been knocked around too much? We do not flirt,” He blubbered out.
Kirishima gave him a pointed look, “Yeah, and your hair is black. C’mon, you offered to carry hundreds of stupid balloons—your words, not mine—and all our classmates' presents to the hospital just so you could check up on her,” He paused. “And I heard all about what went down in that hospital room!”
Mina. Damn her…
And, technically, Katsuki didn’t outright say he wanted to ‘check up’ on her because that was just lame as fuck.
Though, that wasn’t to say Shitty Hair was wrong…but he didn’t need to give him an extra reason to gloat.
Katsuki managed to drag his eyes away from Ochako’s bent figure in a downward dog, clearing his throat and slouching to the fridge.
“So, what? Your girlfriend lied. About everything. Fucking bippity-boppity-boo, memory gone,” He slammed the fridge door shut as he carried the milk to his station.
Ejirou laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Dude! Who am I even speaking to right now? You’re Katsuki freaking Bakugou. What, don’t tell me you’re scared she’ll reject you?”
Silence.
...Yeah, okay, so what if he fucking was? Sue him for having feelings and not being a sociopathic asshole…but he didn’t think getting rejected by the girl he found pretty and very much so liked was an ideal way to spend the time he had on earth.
He may as well have just gone and fucking died when he was supposed to, then.
Katsuki shrugged, faking indifference, “It’ll be embarrassing as hell when she tells me to piss off…”
Not that Cheeks would ever use those specific words, but the bottom line was, it would end up with him forever leaving Japan.
Kirishima gawked at him, “I seriously can’t tell if you’re joking. Reject you?” He breathed out, winded, “H-Have you seen the way she looks at you?!”
He peered over at Katsuki, expecting an answer, only to get a wary look in response.
Ejirou shook his head, stumbling backwards. “I can’t believe this…dude, trust me, that girl thinks you’re a god sent from heaven!”
A god? Well, now that was just being dramatic.
Katsuki scoffed, slamming the button on the blender to shut his friend up.
Not done yet, Kirishima waited for the screeching sound to stop as he hopped up to perch on top of the island. “Seriously. You don’t see how she melts when she sees you, and her smile? If I could make Ashido smile like that, I’d die one lucky man.”
Katsuki paused his untwisting of the lid. Well…okay, but wasn’t her smile always all happy and stuff? He wasn’t the issue there.
He glared out of the corner of his eye, “Cheeks is just always a fucking ball of joy mushed together.”
Convince him he was wrong. Go on.
Ejirou exaggeratedly sighed, “Bro, that mush of Uraraka lights up when you’re in the room! She looks for you whenever she walks in, and she’s all sulky when you don’t show up—if you came to movie night yesterday, you would have seen.”
Yeah, hell fucking no. Katsuki had made an oath to never get persuaded into one of those dumb ‘bonding’ days as soon as he’d stepped foot into the dorms.
He aggressively tapped the smoothie into a glass, “Yet you keep saying things Uraraka would do with anybody. I’m not special.”
Kirishima sniffed, peeking out the window. “Fine, so she doesn’t like you?”
Katsuki nodded like it was obvious.
That was only what he’d been arguing about for the past ten minutes.
Ejirou hopped off the counter with a groan, dusting his hands together and tightly smiling. “Can’t help you then, man. Get your shit together and step up, because she won’t be available forever. You'd better strike now whilst she's already obsessed with you.”
He made a dramatic exit, stealing Katsuki’s smoothie and chugging it down as he slid away into the distance.
“Oi—dumbass, that has almonds in it!” Katsuki’s eye twitched, and he reached a hand out.
Well, they'd better get to the hospital before his friend dies from anaphylaxis. Despite having little tolerance for the smartass, he really didn’t want to be labelled as the banana and almond smoothie killer.
Katsuki had imagined better ways to end up in jail.