The sleepover/5

                                    

                                          
I walked downstairs, since the maid left about three weeks ago, I had to clean up a little. I started off by dusting and vacuuming.
Since I probably wouldn't have time for my daily sessions of training, I decided to do two long hours of workout now. I know that everyone from the group, would probably refuse to train with me. Well maybe with a little exception of a blonde boy.
I started off with jogging on my treadmill. After 20 minutes, my warm up was done. Today I decided to train my quirk a little. I put on a headband over my eyes, took out three knives and shoot them one by one, they all hit the target. 
Lastly, I hit the weights. Today I was mostly training my core muscles. I did a few exercises, after I was done I went to shower.
I stepped into my room, putting the knives from my training into my glass locked cupboard. I have a really impressive collection of knives. Some bigger some smaller, some basic some with patterns. My favourite knife set consisted of three silver knives, with flower patterns on them. The handles were black. 
I never used that set, it was way too expensive to actually use for training. Instead, I either used basic knives or other sets.
Some people say that my choice of weapons is not 'heroic', but it's the thing that works easiest with my quirk. It's sharp, can be used for attacks or capturing, but the main reason that I chose knives, was because of my personality. I think that the knives really matched me.
I tided my room quickly, glancing at the clock, I realised that I still had an hour. I changed into grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt. I loved comfy outfits, even though the compression shirt was mostly used for my training, I wore it normally sometimes.
I set up some snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch, I threw myself on the bed and scrolled through my phone. 
Finally, I heard the bell ring. I quickly made my way downstairs, fixing my hair in the process. I clicked the button that opened the gate. The path in front of the gate led through our massive garden.
When she heard a knock on the door, she quickly opened it. Outside she saw Sero, Denki, Kiri, Mina, Jiro and Bakugo. "Ah finally, I was starting to get bored." I said as I closed the door behind them. All of my friends took off their shoes.
"Wow, Fira I didn't realise that you were rich!" Mina exclaimed looking around my house. I just laughed it off, embarrassed.
I gave all of my friends a tour of my house, some of them gasping in shock, some just looking around curiously. As we made our way onto the fourth floor, everyone was conversing in between their friends. "Fira, what's on the third floor? You didn't show us that floor." Denki asked, everyone's heads turning to me. "It's my sister's floor, I just want to respect her privacy." I shrugged and continued my way onto the top floor. Everyone else followed.
"Alright, the first door is the guest room." I said opening the door, revealing a room with a bed, closet and a tv. "The next door is my training room, it's more like a small gym but I also train my quirk here." I opened yet another door.
"The third door is just a bathroom, I'm sure all of you will have to use it at some point today, so I don't need to show you the inside. This, is my room." I finally opened the door.
Everyone made their way inside. Mina throwing herself on my bed. Jiro inspecting all of my band posters along with Kaminari. Kirishima and Sero made their way onto the couch. While Bakugo looked at my knife collection in curiosity.
I walked up behind him, looking at my knives over his shoulder. "Why do you have so many knives?" Bakugo asked, turning my way. "They help with my quirk." I simply said, making eye contact with the boy. "You never told me what your quirk is." He stated. I slowly moved forward, standing right next to the boy.