From The Sidelines.

The Airfield.

Izuku wakes up to the sound of thumping, every couple of minutes. At first, it wasn't enough to stir him awake, but after the tenth one or so, the slight disruption caused Izuku's eyes to flutter open. He was immediately disoriented because this was not his room. And the silk sheets underneath him weren't his. This wasn't his bed, either. He looked around, experiencing a bit of vertigo from the confusion.

Before memories from the previous night came rushing back: the boat party, the swimming, the little fiasco with Katsuki and Kimi, drinking with Ren, the captain's quarters, and then the whole debacle of what happened afterwards when Katsuki had stormed in. Izuku's cheeks flushed at the thought, and he sat up, touching his chest, trying to force his emotions to not go berserk like it did the previous night.

He remembered his acceptance of his jealousy. That didn't mean he accepted his feelings. You can be jealous without actually liking someone, right? Izuku tried to justify to himself, even though it made no sense. He remembered watching the scene of Katsuki and Kimi unfold before his eyes, and that terrible twisted feeling in his stomach. Izuku pushed that down. Now was not the time to be harboring anything towards Katsuki.

He was expecting his head to feel worse than it did.

However, he overall felt fine. He was grateful for Katsuki having made him drink water and eaten food the previous night on their way to back to the blonde's home, for the alcohol was digested decently well into his system.

Izuku scanned the the room, and it looked to be a guest room, with creme colored walls and matching furnishings. On the nightstand, a glass of water and a painkiller was laid out, and Izuku felt a flutter of tenderness in his chest at the thought that Katsuki has a wordless way of showing care, even if he'll say any excuse to claim he didn't. Izuku takes the pill in case a headache ensues later, and slid himself off of the bed to see where the thumping sound came from.

Retrospectively, he felt a little strange about having to be taken care of, and the fact that Katsuki had left the party because of him, especially after everything that went down. Although his damp swim shorts were still on, Katsuki had changed him out of the wet shirt, taken the jewelry off, and gave him a black t-shirt instead. Izuku checked his phone to see several text messages and calls from his friends. The words overwhelmed him, as he saw names popping up from so many people, and he set the device down.

Izuku walked towards the window, which filtered in a beautiful hazy morning light into the already warm-toned room, and peered out.

The Bakugo family home had a large backyard, with a manicured green lawn in the middle. The fence was lined with trees, and it overall looked very clean. And in the middle of the green lawn was a pole vault practice set up. The last time Izuku had been here was so long ago, but he knew this was put in place probably when Katsuki began pole vaulting. Katsuki had poured cement onto part of the lawn, so that they could have a permanent pole vault pit set up. There was no track, but instead, just grass. Which meant that after practicing on grass, he'll be even faster on a track field.

The back pad was industrial grade, as well as the bases. The base was currently set at 17'11, and the blonde himself was there. This was so far, the highest bar Katsuki had attempted.

The thumping Izuku had awoken to earlier was Katsuki's pole hitting the vault box to launch him into the air. The greenette leaned against the window seal, and watched. The athlete began his run, pole correctly positioned in his hand, and then when he was in distance, hit the box with his pole and was airborne in seconds. And right as he reached the peak, Katsuki let go.

He didn't clear it. The blonde fell correctly onto his back, and wasted no time getting up, setting up the bar again, and going back into start position.