fucked up.

36- decorations

The next day, you were so fucking hung over. Katsuki was completely fine, considering he didn't drink. He took care of you all day, and had no problem with it. Since, you noticed his generosity the last few days. Why not take it to your advantage?

You and Kat walked into the building, both loaded with boxes and bags of your belongings. The weight of the boxes didn't seem to faze him; he was just focused on getting them inside. You were more than capable of carrying your own stuff, but you were grateful he insisted on helping and plus, you were definitely not going to let him carry everything alone.

"Jeez, y/n. How much fucking shit do you have in here?"

"Stop complaining, blondie."

"You're lucky dat ass fat" as he glances down, and whispers. The lobby was busy, but you didn't mind. As you approached the front desk, Tacorey looked up from her screen, giving a wide grin.

"Look at you, Y/n! Already making moves, okay girl." she said, her voice lively and warm. Today, she wore an orange colorful scarf, that was wrapped into her locks. And a green flowy dress that touched her ankles. Then a matching cardigan to pull it all together. The golden jewelry that sparkles from everywhere on her body was literally blinding. Then she glanced over at Katsuki, who was causally shifting boxes between hands. "And you brought Big boy here to help, huh? You must be expecting a heavy day of work."

Katsuki shot her a flat look but didn't say anything. You could tell he wasn't exactly thrilled by the attention. You lightly bumped her shoulder, and he glances way.

"Yeah, just making sure everything is set up nice," you replied, sliding your keys out your pockets, handing them to her.

Tacorey quickly grabbed a clipboard and clicked through a few pages. "Studio 202, down the hall. It's pretty much good to go. We added more furniture, since you were last here. but you two are here for the fun part, adding personal touches on it." She handed you a small stack of papers and a key fob. "All yours girl. Make it your own."

"Thank you so much, girl," you said with a smile, holding up the paper in thanks.

She nodded at Katsuki as you turned to walk away, a knowing look in her eyes. "Don't work too hard," she teased. "You two look like you've already got your hands full."

"Don't worry. We got it," you called over your shoulder, glancing back at her glowing skin on last time. Ou that girl is fine as hell.

You and Katsuki made your way down the hall, the sound of your boots echoing off the freshly waxed floors. The studio still had that new-space scent, clean paint, and wood polish.
You felt a wave of excitement creep up beneath your hang over.

"This is itttt," you grinned, stepping into Room 202. "Our little hideout."

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the word "our", but you definitely saw the way that nigga smirked. He set the boxes with the heavy thud and stretched his arms over his head, muscles stretching under the black tee he wore.

You wandered over the windows, sliding them open to let a breeze in. "This lighting is insane," you muttered, already imagining a mic in the corner, soft LED lights around the ceiling, plush rugs under your bare feet.

Katsuki was already pulling equipment from the boxes like wires, extra monitors and a folded beanbag you forgot to bring.

"I told you, you didn't have to carry allat shit by yourself," he said, tugging a speaker out with one hand. "Never wanna listen."

"I fucking listen, I just don't wanna be useless."

"You ain't," he said lowly, not looking up.

"Well then let's get a move on with the groove on, man!!!" You faked cheered him up, pumping your arm into the air. He waved you off, and finished doing his thing.