ALWAYS || Katsuki Bakugo

80- Anything for You

Yoshiko and Uraraka shared a fury of fists and kicks, dancing around each other in the gym with an audience around them. It had been some time since Yoshiko returned to the dorms and resumed her normal routine. All Might had suggested Yoshiko not participate in the sports festival this year after he noticed she wasn't at her peak in terms of stamina and strength, but Yoshiko insisted she'd be fine by the time the event came along.

She was starting to doubt that now.

Yoshiko had chosen Uraraka to spar with her, given her martial arts was on par with Gunhead. If Yoshiko had to pick one of the girls with whom she loved sparring, her finger would always point to the brunette. She usually had no problem keeping up with Uraraka, but today was not the case. Uraraka seemed to have noticed this and went a little easy on her.

"You're not putting your all behind that fist," Yoshiko grunted, wiping her mouth whilst glaring at the girl.

"You seem tired," Uraraka admitted, "Want a break?"

"No." Yoshiko dashed forward, fist ready to throw a jab. In one swift movement, Uraraka moved behind Yoshiko and elbowed her spine.

Yoshiko felt the air escape her lungs and fell to the ground. She remained there with her forehead touching the floor as she mentally went over the fight again. She needed stamina training. She rolled to her back, chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath.

"You're doing well," Uraraka assured, holding a hand out for Yoshiko, "If you're up for it, we could do strength and stamina training together."

Uraraka's dark chocolate eyes always reminded her of Bear's. She couldn't help but smile and take her hand, "I'd love that."

Amongst the group of students standing and watching the girls spar was Katsuki, sitting on a bench press chair with a towel behind his neck. He'd been watching Yoshiko all day. He knew what sat behind the set of silver eyes: Fear of falling behind. He'd been there too. In his first year at UA, the same fear kept him training till he felt like his arms and legs would fall off and kept him throwing punches at walls and bags till his knuckles were red and blue with bruises. Now, he could see the same with Yoshiko.

Ruby eyes followed her as she left the gym with Mina and Uraraka. He frowned at the floor, wondering if he should go talk to her. He almost choked on his spit when Kirishima thumped his back. Bakugo scowled up at the redhead, "Whaddya want, shitty hair?"

"It's our turn to spar!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"No." Bakugo said plainly and got up, "I'm done."

"Huh? But you said-"

"Your ears are not working." Bakugo cut him off, standing up and going towards the door. Kirishima's mouth formed an 'O' when he realised he was going after Yoshiko. Bakubro's so manly!

Bakugo went up to his floor and lingered in front of her door. He couldn't hear anyone inside, so he assumed she was alone. His hand hovered over the handle, and he sighed, deciding to see her after a shower instead. He scrubbed himself clean and changed into a comfortable tank top with a pair of sweats. He dried his hair hurriedly with a towel and threw it on the bed. He left his room and knocked on the door in front of his.

Yoshiko answered the door, peeking out through the fluffy towel on her head. She held the door open for him and went to her dressing table to dry her hair. He sat on her bed and watched her go about her post-shower routine. He watched her blow dry her hair and got up when her hand reached for one of the serums.

He stood behind her and sneaked the serum bottle out of her hand, smiling playfully when she glanced back and raised her eyebrows unamusedly. His hands snaked to her waist and turned her around so she was fully facing him. He placed a sweet peck on her lips and put his hands under her thighs, hoisting her up on the dressing table.