just behind you ~ Katsuki Bakugou x fem O/C

workout

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TW
talk about Sayuri's scar
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I enter the school gym, feeling a little awkward and out of place as the smell of sweat and strong deodorant hits me like a truck. Looking around, I see some people from class 1B that I recognize by face not name, and various others attending UA.

The constant yells and clanking of metal on metal doesn't fill me with optimism. The bright, airy gym feels more like a stifling dungeon filled with reminders of your own weakness. I catch sight of my body in the countless floor length mirrors, clad in joggers and a sports bra covered with an oversized t-shirt, and immediately look away.

I set my bag down, not seeing Kirishima yet, who's the reason for me coming here. The other day, we'd exchanged workouts, me wanting his leg workout, and him wanting my core workout. Soon after, we'd decided to just workout together, saying it'd be easier that way, and organized to meet Friday after school.

I pull out my phone, but no texts from him. My stomach flips a little nervously, but it is only 5:30, the exact time we said we'd meet.

I drop my bag off in one of the lockers in the corner of the room, then heading to grab a mat to start stretching out my stiff muscles from being sat at my desk all day. I've no clue what to expect, as I've only ever gone to the gym alone, but it's kind of exciting to have a new friend with the same passion for exercise.

Just as I'm sinking into the box splits, elbows on the mat in front of me, a voice from behind startles me, and I lose balance - a rare occurrence - thudding onto the mat fully.

"Hey, Sayuri!"

I turn around as Kirishima walks to stand in front of me, placing his water-bottle on the floor and dragging a mat opposite mine.

His face looks a little taken aback at my position, and I laugh at his bewilderment.

"How the heck do you have your legs like that?" He asks nervously, sitting down, and tilting his head to see me from the side, as if believing his eyes deceived him.

I let out a small giggle at this, "Hey Kirishima! I'm just stretching out before we get into it."

He side eyes me, and I grin, pushing my legs forward into a pike position, and forward folding to touch my toes. The familiar warm sensation in my hips and hamstrings sends a hum of satisfaction through me.

"You should stretch too, it's the most important part of a workout. You have to make sure your muscles are malleable before you try to re-shape them." I say, my words a little muffled against my shins.

I rise to see him struggling to get into the splits. A laugh bubbles past my lips, and I stand to reposition him.

"Try this." I say, and he exclaims.

"My legs are burning!"

"It takes a while to fully get into them, but you're doing well!!" I say encouragingly.

After we're both stretched out, Kirishima takes us to an empty piece of apparatus, racked with a bar. He rubs his thighs, still sore from the relentless stretches we'd done, then starting to stack weights on, and my face falls a bit in fear at how heavy it looks.

"Just watch how I do it." He says, and I gulp, nodding.

He pulls off his shirt before laying down on the machine, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Now for my display of manliness!!" He declares, un-racking the weight and letting gravity bring it down before pushing it skywards, his chest puffing up.

I would poke fun at him, but the fact he's lifting so many weights straight away is impressive.

Once he's done all his reps, he re-racks the bar, sitting up. Sweat glistens on his chest, which is heaving from the exercise. I look at his proud eyes in awe.