you felt the sweat drip down your bare arms. your short sleeve shirt was scrunched up, making the shirt a tank top as you got a drink of your water

“are we done?” you asked, exhausted to your best friend, Kirishima. kirishima had his own tank top and shorts on. he got a sip of water before answering your question.

“i was hoping for one more set on squat?” he said sheepishly. kirishima had a tendency to push you past your limits. it’s a good thing, but when it’s everyday it’s very very tiring.

“we don’t have to go all out, we can just do three sets of then with like three fourths of our max,” he offered, making you groan. you pressed the cold water bottle against your hot check and sighed

“come on please, on Friday we can just do a simple work out! i just wanna do squat since we skipped it last time also,” he negotiated