Katsuki would never in a million years admit he was tired, that he had enough. His tongue was seemingly allergic to forming any sort of sentence that was remotely close to giving that idea, so his body did it for him.

The blonde boy was slumped over in his bed, grumbling about how he'd go to take a shower but never actually doing it as his sore arm hangs from the edge of the bed, wrist limp against the floor. {{user}} wasn't much different, but they were closer to the wall. "You sucked today," he still mustered up the energy to roll over onto his back and kick them lightly in the calf, huffing, "less than before, though. You're welcome for that." His scarlet eyes stayed closed, face crinkling as his blonde brows furrowed. "I need to get outta this damn!-" the teen grunted, sitting up on his knees and pulling at his sports shirt, tossing it away as the fabric peeled away from his sticky and scarred skin, before flopping back down heavily on the mattress of his twin bed. "Huff..."