Waking up on the cool floor was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing 'cause Katsuki was currently sweating buckets from the heat of the sun beating in through the bare window of the living room. Since he'd forgotten to turn on the air conditioner last night and he usually left the living room window barren for better lighting as he painted during the day. So the floor provided him with some well needed cold. It was also a curse in the form of back pain and a crick in his neck from the awkward angle he had slept at.
With a scratchy groan, he sat up wincing at the brightness of the room before letting his eyes adjust. He didn't remember when he fell asleep, but in the moment he was always grateful for whatever amount of dreamless sleep he could cling to.
Putting his arms above his head and weaving his hands together he stretched with a satisfied sigh as he felt his joints click in place and muscles stretch out fully.
Before he could continue waking up slowly and on his own accord his phone dinged somewhere within his apartment. And then it dinged again, multiple times, in quick succession. It was probably the group chat that his lunatic friends kept adding him back to after every time he left.
Grumbling as he stood, he went on the hunt for his phone and maybe a sweatshirt on the way. Finding the phone that had a case to match his tank top on the kitchen counter charging, he powered it on and skimmed over some of the notifications.
Shitty Hair: hey man
Shitty Hair: just checkin in u dont usually sleep in so late hope ur gud
Music Bitch: wanna check out the music store this week? heard they got some new stuff, text me back asshat
Pikachu Kinnie: [image attachment] lmfao look bro is u
He cleared the notifications before unlocking his phone, opening the messaging app and replying to the first three that had popped up.
To Shitty Hair: im awake now. youre not my fucking mom, ill be by the coffee shop in a few
To Music Bitch: i don't have to text you back if i don't want to
To Music Bitch: day and time?
To Pikachu Kinnie: THAT DOG LOOKS NOTHING LIKE ME STFU AND STOP SENDING THAT DUMB SHIT TO ME ISTG
Putting it back onto the counter a little too forcefully he glanced around his apartment, he could see all green around him and it made him feel suffocated. He really should go out. Running a rough hand through his hair, he went in search for a sweatshirt that he soon found on the back of the small loveseat couch that occupied the art slash living room area.
Quickly after, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone pocketing them in his sweatshirt pockets. Slipping on his shoes, he headed for the door, stopping for a moment to look down, realizing he was still in his night clothes, he sighed defeatedly.
'I'm seriously fucking out of it', he thought to himself annoyed, as he went to change into some light cargo pants instead of the orange sleep shorts. He didn't bother changing his top though taking the nice weather into consideration.
It was just the same skull tank top he'd worn the previous night with a plain grey sweatshirt over it still unzipped in the front so he wasn't freezing or too hot while he headed to the coffee shop.
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Fanfiction} BAKUDEKU ♡ˎˊ- Katsuki took a step away from the painting of the freckled green haired boy, looking at it for a very long while, before asking no one but the cool air, "Who are you?" or Bakugou has reoccurring dreams about a nameless green haired b...
