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I shove my chilled hands, deeper into my pockets in hopes of warming them up. even though the doctor released me this morning after what felt like one hundred tests, my quirk still needs time to recover.
the whispers are barely audible and on the edge of my mind. it's nice but honestly, i've been feeling quite lonely without their voices which have always been a constant in my life.
a deep yawn escapes my throat, causing me to shrink my eyes together and small tears to spill from my heavy lids. i pull a hand out and use my long black hooded sleeve to wipe them from my warm cheeks.
"i told you dawn," the gruff familiar voice of bakugou catches my attention. i stop mid-step and look upwards to find him with his arms crossed over his chest. a dark blue crewneck and light gray sweatpants adorning his taller figure.
"sorry bakugou the doctor ran a couple of tests on me before he could release me," i give him a pinched smile and he simply clicks his tongue and turns from me. i let out a deep sigh and rush to attempt and catch up with the boy.
we walk in comfortable silence as we make our way to the training grounds.
the sounds of birds singing their morning songs, the wind rustling the trembling autumn leaves, and the soft padding of our footsteps are the only things that i can hear.
normally the whispers of the souls above piece together any sort of silence so i take in as much as i possibly can before they return.
i glance over at bakugou and find a breath caught in my throat. the rising of the golden rays catch the side of his face, illuminating his features in a way i've never seen before.
appreciated before.
his ashy blond hair turns to pure gold while his features are shone in the rising suns rays. his deep crimson eyes now shining a dark orange.
"can i expect you to be at full power today or not?" his blunt question tears me away from staring at him and i flick my eyes to the surroundings instead, completely avoiding the warmth that rushes through me.
"i'm not completely sure," i whisper as i move my gaze onto my hands, pulling them from my pockets.
"the hell is that supposed to mean? it was a yes or a no question." the words are harsh but confusion rings through in the tone.
"i can tell my body isn't at it's heightened temperature, so it might take a while for me to get warmed up. but i promise i'm going to work my hardest even though my quirk isn't at its full potential!" my hand wraps into a fist as i survey the scars etched into my skin bending with the movement.
"well you better speed up the process," i glance slightly up at his taller figure to find him side eyeing me. i quickly move my gaze to be anywhere but on him.
what is going on with me?
we finally make it to the training grounds without another word between us and begin to stretch. i let myself sink into the depths of my consciousness as i let my body relax, splitting myself onto the ground.
i grab onto the bottom of my right foot and rest my head onto my thigh, trying not to let the muffled swears of bakugou a few feet away from me, distract me.
as i reach to stretch the other side, the blond is completely folded in half at the waist with his hands wrapped around his legs. i sit there in shock at the sight.
never had i guessed that bakugou katuski was flexible like this. i mean just from watching him fight that nomu, i knew that he was nimble but i wasn't expecting this.
i hear a grunt as he begins to rise back up and i shift my attention back to stretching.
heat begins to flush the tips of my ears as i recognize the fact that i was staring at him again.
"how long does it take you to fucking stretch?" the annoyed tone of his voice cools me off and i bring my focus back to why we are here in the first place.
"do you know anything on what the final exam is going to be like?" i ask the boy as i push myself effortlessly back to my feet. he scoffs as he pulls the crewneck over his head and throws it where he set down his bag earlier.
for a split second, i let my eyes gaze over his torso area. his deeply defined muscles outlining through his black tank top and his arms.
before i can finish the thought he begins to speak and i quickly look back up at him, feeling my insides begin to flip and turn into knots.
"how in the hell do you think i would know that?"
"well i didn't know since i've been out that maybe aizawa ment-"
"he didn't tell us a god damn thing idiot, that's why we're here to train." he looks at me with a disgusted look in his eyes as he continues, "all we know is that its broken down into two parts. one of them being a paper test and the other being a physical test."
he scoffs and turns away from me, making his way to the training area inside the smaller dome. it's a lot warmer inside than it is outside which i'm thankful for, easier for me to get warmed up.
before following the boy i too shed the heavy sweatshirt revealing the oversized t-shirt i grabbed in my sleepy state this morning.
i look down and realize that the shirt i grabbed was a certain heroes merch, mirko. the bunny hero couldn't help but bring over the extra merchandise she had left over.
a small smile reaches the corners of my lips as i recall the image of rumi barging into our apartment with boxes filled to the brim with random merch, and leaving without another word.
"get your head out of the clouds and let's fucking train!" the fuming boy screams at me, the echo of his booming voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to reality. i shake my head and head over to bakugou.
i swing my arms around one last time before putting myself into my familiar fighting stance.
"are we starting with quirks or n-" before i can finish my question, a flash of bakugou's fist moving towards my face cuts me off. luckily my reaction is still on point and i duck just in time.
