Katsuki groaned, setting down his phone and leaning back against the common room couch. It was a slow morning, and he was bored as HELL. There was a shuffle from behind him, and Katsuki turned to see Kirishima emerge into the room, dressed quite nicely for 8 A.M. on a Sunday, and was headed toward the door to exit the dorms.

"Oi, shitty hair! Where the hell are you going? Don't tell me you're going out to train wearing that shit."