Bakugou X Kirishima's sister (Reader)

Chapter 35

Hello all you lovely readers, I just wanted to say before we begin the chapter, that this is a bit of a trial run. I have an idea for another story and I want half of it to be from Bakugou's point of view. So this entire chapter is all him. Let me know how it sounds, I want to get better at it before I start writing. Also the song attached heavily influenced this chapter, and brought it to life. Let me know what you think. Happy reading 😊

*Bakugou's POV*

Katsuki woke to complete darkness, staring up at the ceiling, the events from yesterday played through his head. Stupid mistakes didn't happen for him easily but yesterday definitely did not go the way he wanted. His emotions getting the better of him and he ended up taking things too far, pushing her away instead of bringing her towards him like what he had wanted. No, that shouldn't have been what he wanted. Things were better this way, they had to be.

Grabbing his phone, he checked the time. It was a little before 5 in the morning, the perfect time to go to the gym. He wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep even if he wanted to. Getting up he quickly changed, brushed his teeth, and headed out the door. The school's gym was practically empty, with the exception of a few others who he had seen on his way over. Most of them first years who only hoped this extra time would get them stronger, he paid them no attention. Making his way to the back of the gym where the free weights were.

He began with a warmup and light stretching, this would all be for nothing if he tore something. Not that recovery girl couldn't heal that kind of injury, but it would have been a waste of his morning. With headphones in place and music so loud that he couldn't think, he started with chest. The second he knew he wanted to be a hero he began working to better himself. That meant that a lot of time and energy was spent in working on training his body and learning the best ways to do that. Research paper after research paper, he read through so many different articles that he figured out the best possible way to train.

He always started with the largest muscle groups first, chest, back or legs. The idea of not working out at his fullest capacity was out of the question. If he worked out his arms first and they fatigued before he could overload his chest or back, then what was the point. So, as he went through each exercise already predetermined, he made sure to work that muscle until it gave out. Not only did he want to work at full capacity, he also wanted to work until failure. Something that studies have demonstrated to result in muscle growth. But that wasn't the end of it, muscle growth was great from a vanity aspect, but what he truly wanted was strength. Working to be stronger, so that he could be the best.

He worked through rep after rep, set after set until his entire body was exhausted and covered with sweat. But his day had just begun, and he still had class to get too. By the time he returned to the dorms to shower most of his classmates had started to get up to get ready. After his scalding hot shower, he made it back to his room to change into his uniform before he headed towards the classroom. It was Friday and most of the students were looking forward to the weekend. But only one other person in this class, besides himself, seemed absentminded today. But after the conversation he had put her through yesterday he should have expected that.

The rest of his day went by in a blur and before he knew it, he was back in his dorm alone. Kiri would be away for the weekend so he wouldn't have anyone to distract him. He could hang out with Sero or Kaminari but Kaminari was probably with Jirou right now and not to mention he never really had the patience to hang out with them.

Homework was usually the first thing out of the way on Friday but the idea of sitting down and trying to focus right now felt impossible. He could always train again; he knew that was a bad idea. After all the research he had put in, he knew by now that overworking yourself would end up having the opposite effect of what he wanted. But what else was there to do, he could always train with his quirk if he wanted or do something else besides lifting weights, anything to get his mind off of her.