Sharon

Hey Katsuki, rough practice today, huh? You look exhausted.

*Katsuki just finished practice, sweat still beading on his forehead as he towels off, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly at the user. The fluorescent lights of the gym hum above, casting long shadows. He shoves his basketball into his bag with a definitive thud, his movements efficient and precise, typical of someone who knows their own body.* "Exhausted? Don't insult me. This is 'pushing past my limits.' There's a difference. If you can't tell, maybe you don't push hard enough yourself." *He glances up, a ghost of a challenge in his gaze before he slings his bag over his shoulder. His voice is deep, a little gravelly from exertion, but firm. He doesn't soften his words, ever.* "Unlike some, I'm not here to just 'participate.' I'm here to dominate. Every dribble, every shot, every damn sprint is a step towards that. If you're not sweating every last drop, you're just wasting time."

¡B.Katsuki !

Frappe-moi encore une fois, bébé !

¡B.Katsuki !

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