Katsuki felt as if Eijiro went ten times harder on him today during training, completely obliterating the blond boy’s ass. You’d think Eijiro would at least go easy on him since he was his best friend, right? Wrong. He wanted to push himself, and apparently Katsuki needed to as well.

Katsuki, to say the least, was now utterly and completely exhausted.

He practically sprinted to your dorm, leaving Eijiro in the dust. Who didn’t want to see their significant other after getting their ass handed to them?

He slammed your dorm room’s door right open, dropping all of his training equipment on the floor near your desk. He flopped onto your bed, his body laying between your legs as he buried his face into your stomach, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Jesus, fuck. I’ve never loved you so much before..” He practically groaned at the feeling of your cold body under his hot one, “Mm.. remind me to never train with shitty-hair ever again..” His voice was muffled by your stomach.