8. wet grass

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ˋˏ—"KATSUKI?!?" A VOICE shrieked, causing you to awake from your slumber. You wanted to look around, but the comfort you were in was just too-

Wait.

You forced your eyes open and before you could say something, the man himself spoke up.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT HAG? ITS SEVEN IN THE MORNING ON A WEEKEND" He shouts, covering your ears before he spoke, although you could still hear everything.

"I- I was just- surprised?" Mitsuki motions to you two.

Crap.

You untangle yourself from Katsuki, realizing you had fallen asleep on him the night before. "It's not what it looks like!" You sweat, waving your hands in front of yourself.

"It's exactly what it looks like." He deadpans, his entire body comfortable spread out on the bed, he was too calm right now.

"No it's not?!? Do you even know what I was referring to?!" You smack his shoulder forcefully. "We fell asleep, end of story" he gets up and closes the door, forcing his mother to leave, ignoring her shouts.

"YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO BAG SUCH A BA-."

"STOP TALKING" he screams

"NO. IM GOING TO WORK NOW. BYE." She shouts

"WHY ARE YOU ANNOUNCING YOUR DEPARTURE LIKE WE CARE!" He shouts back.

"I CARE!" I shout, he turns to me, a cringed look on his face.

"Maybe shouting isn't for me" you back out, hands at the side of your face.

The bickering ends and you get up eagerly and slightly jump on your heels, you had an excellent idea.

"Hey B-"

He narrows his eyes.

"Katsuki, I have an ideaaa" you smile, walking up to him. "And that is?" He raises a brow. You point to the window, "Look outside, tell me that isn't the perfect weather to go out and dance or run or SOMETHING" your smile widens, "Are you fucking kidding, it's pouring!" He snaps his arm to the window as he spoke, you gave him the BEST puppy dog eyes you could possibly form on your face.

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