[Physically shit or emotionally dour or distressed? Katsuki has a feeling this is related to Yuji's history. He doesn't think someone up and pissed Yuji off this early in the morning.
Unless it was last night and he's just now venting. Ha, Yuji venting.
No greeting, so Katsuki tilts his head in greeting and instruction to come along, though he does brush his hand against Yuji's on the way past.
The gym's just opening so yay for fresh gym smell when they go in.]
[ It's a mixture of everything - the mission, the vampirism, and waking up to the reminder that it's been a year or so since the Shibuya incident happened, on October 31.
He's already cried on Raidou about it. He really doesn't want to cry on Bakugo, too, but it's not easy. ]
[Yuji knows he can come to Katsuki for anything. Whether it's pestering him for something fun or needing someone to cry on. Or in this case, clash with. He'll be there for him in anything.
Katsuki waives off the awkward gesture and moves to the sparring mats. Shoes left to the side so they don't rip anything. However, he also picks up some boxing pads to secure to his forearms and hands.
Look, Yuji said "hit something" and Katsuki has every intention of sparring with him. But not letting the guy sock him black and blue. And it won't be much venting if Yuji can't, you know, hit. Besties know these things.]
Don't think I'll make it easy. [And takes his position. Yeah, he plans on letting Yuji smack the pads a lot.] Show me what you got.
[ Yuji follows without hesitation, chasing after him for a moment before he breathes out and gets into position, fists clenched. He's ready, he's so ready for it, but he doesn't know how fair it is to use his friend like this.
At least Katsuki doesn't mind.
Angling himself, digging his heels into the ground, he nods. ]
I wouldn't want you to.
[ Watching him, expression flickering over his friend's face, Yuji leaps forward and goes for the throat. Literally. ]
[If Katsuki had a problem with it, he'd say so. Considering how aggressive and violent the explosive blonde can be, he's almost always ready for a fight. This isn't "using" him at all. This is something he enjoys. Fair and eager.
Whoosh! Right for the throat. Katsuki jerks his head back, jetting one hand up so Yuji's fist connects with the pad in a solid "smack!" Shit, even with the pad, the sorcerer's punches sting.
He's already bringing the right one down in a punch towards Yuji's side.]
[ The thing is: Yuji doesn't even try to dodge it.
That's never been the kind of fighter he is. He has good reflexes, he has the ability to move, but that's not what he's into right now. As soon as the punch hits, he adjusts, shifting out of the way of any follow-up, not bothering to use his cursed energy to protect himself from the sheer strength of Katsuki's touch.
It's not about using his full potential right now.
Instead, he drops, sweeping down, trying to sink into his usual manji kick as best he can. ]
[They're gonna have to work on that... lack of dodging thing. Yuji reminds him of a boxer at times, taking hits in order to get in close and land a powerful strike. Different from Katsuki who uses speed and reflex to avoid hits. Not cause he's weak, but cause he's proud.
Yuji ducks out of the way from the hit and Katsuki immediately predicts that manji kick. (Yes, he's tried it a few times himself, cause he's a nerd.) It takes both hands to block it, slamming into the mitts with a hard impact. Katsuki skids back on his feet slightly, teeth grit... then shoves said leg back down in an attempt to throw Yuji off balance.]
[ It's harder to get him shoved off balance than it might have been otherwise, and Yuji almost growls as he tries to kick forward, to swing his leg out of control, out of Katsuki's grip, breathing out sharply. Forcing the limb down, he ducks, then he twists, trying to kick the other boy's legs out from under him.
It's all instinct, all without thought, because that's how Yuji fights. It's how he's always fought. ]
[Cause he's still got both hands on the ground and another foot! Katsuki answers that growl with a snarl of his own, suddenly finding the leg he's pushing on vanish.] Fuc-!
[And promptly gets his other legs knocked right out from under him. Eyes widen at the impact, and how Yuji switched legs from that position so seamlessly. He's gonna remember that.
Hands slam into the ground and he rebounds off them, powerful shoulders absorbing the shock of that unnatural angle. But it still gets him arching back over, one leg dropping in an axe kick towards his grounded partner.]
[ Yuji is too low to really dodge the kick, so he turns his body just enough that it doesn't connect perfectly with his jaw, shifting so it hits the bulk of his shoulder instead. It's going to bruise, but that doesn't matter, not when he's rising up to swing.
It feels good, to get some of this adrenaline out of him, to grind his body forward and shove, to try and beat the anger and hurt out of his system. It's better than talking about it; he talked himself hoarse with Raidou this morning.
Let Katsuki beat the shit out of him. It's easier. ]
[Don't let him break your damn jaw, idiot. Katsuki isn't pulling his punches (sans Quirk obviously) since he knows Yuji can heal off the injuries far easier than he can. So long as Raidou doesn't show up later questioning his boyfriend's bruises...
But he's not going to beat the shit out of Yuji either. Even if the sorcerer doesn't care for himself right now, Katsuki does. That said, he's not going easy on him.
As soon as his heel hits his shoulder, Katsuki pivots forward to aim a punch towards Yuji's stomach, intending to keep that shoulder pinned underfoot.]
[ That's what has Yuji moving, and for a moment he thinks he ought to test himself, test Katsuki, and he watches briefly before he flashes, disappearing from under Katsuki's grip and then reappearing out of nowhere, behind him, fists raised.
Teleportation chips are useful in more than one way, it seems.
Charging forward, he does what he can to leap forward, to grab at his friend by the neck and try to swing him backwards. ]
[What the-?! Katsuki blinks when Yuji fucking vanishes! His fist hits the ground, his foot hits the ground, and there's no one beneath him. For a split second, Romania looms up in his mind, a haunting memory of people he cared about blinking out of existence with zero chance for him to do a goddamn thing about it!
You little-!! [Urk! Right around the neck. He tightens instantly to avoid getting gagged as the ground and world turn into a whirl. Swing back, it's all airborne for a fleeting moment until he tucks and hits the mat in a roll.
[ The roll is good, and fun, and Yuji almost laughs, almost forgets how much he's aching as he lets go and shifts, skidding away to raise himself up. He's watching his friend with careful eyes, flickering over his features, before he nods his head. ]
[For his nice words, Katsuki still looks peeved, a vein throbbing on his forehead. Because Yuji got the drop on him? Or because he forget Yuji could? Probably both. Worry not; he's always had fragile pride. It heals up eventually.
ZOOM! Katsuki's blitzing forward with his trademark powerful right hook, fully intending on using the momentum of the swing to pivot into a left roundhouse if he misses.]
The first one is dodged, at least, but Yuji isn't expecting the second one to come swinging from the left and it hits him, making him breathe out a sharp oof before he jerks, gathering his strength into his own fist to try and swing for Katsuki's stomach in return, huffing. ]
[How the hell does-?! ... You know, maybe he doesn't want to know the answer.
Katsuki ends up with a leg locked against Yuji's side, getting that satisfying rush of air, but instantly has to drop his arm to protect his stomach. The impact against the pad goes right through it, jamming his own hand into his abs.
Oof, indeed.
... eff it. Bracing his leg against Yuji's side where it is, Katsuki jumps clean off his remaining limb and aims to land a kick in mid air.]
[ They're not holding back, and that's fine for Yuji; the distraction is working, pulling his mind away from the horrible, haunting nightmare of what Shibuya is.
It hurts, and the physical pain is easier.
Breathing out, he rocks forward, trying to jerk to one side but feeling the scrape and push of Katsuki's foot against his body, stumbling back and groaning. ]
[Just don't ask him to stick needles under your fingernails, man. Katsuki can't fault Yuji for this decision; he's also spent time breaking himself in the training simulation to work off and through his feelings, pains, and frustrations. But those are private, never asking others to help. Maybe he should work on that... but that's admitting others to see him weak and hurting. He struggles with that a lot.
Katsuki's left with both legs down pinned on Yuji's body, one on the side and one on the opposite shoulder. As soon as he stumbles, the blonde's grinning viciously and dropping his upper body down and back. He hits the ground on his forearms and upper shoulders, using his legs to haul and sling the sorcerer over his head.
[Katsuki braces his hands and shoves back up onto his feet in a quick flip, pivoting around to face Yuji again rather than let himself be caught off guard from behind while floored.
No surprise to see the sorcerer already up and raring.]
You think I got soft?
[Charge! Katsuki braces his arms in preparati-
WHAP!! Right in the dropped glove.]
YUJI!!
[THE BALLS?! SERIOUSLY?! You wanna explain that to Denji if it landed?!]
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where do you wanna meet?
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[less if he opts to use his quirk.]
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[ And Yuji is probably already there when Katsuki gets there, looking... Like shit, frankly. He doesn't even manage a wave when his friend arrives. ]
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Unless it was last night and he's just now venting. Ha, Yuji venting.
No greeting, so Katsuki tilts his head in greeting and instruction to come along, though he does brush his hand against Yuji's on the way past.
The gym's just opening so yay for fresh gym smell when they go in.]
Team up or spar?
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He's already cried on Raidou about it. He really doesn't want to cry on Bakugo, too, but it's not easy. ]
Spar. I think.
[ He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. ]
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Katsuki waives off the awkward gesture and moves to the sparring mats. Shoes left to the side so they don't rip anything. However, he also picks up some boxing pads to secure to his forearms and hands.
Look, Yuji said "hit something" and Katsuki has every intention of sparring with him. But not letting the guy sock him black and blue. And it won't be much venting if Yuji can't, you know, hit. Besties know these things.]
Don't think I'll make it easy. [And takes his position. Yeah, he plans on letting Yuji smack the pads a lot.] Show me what you got.
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At least Katsuki doesn't mind.
Angling himself, digging his heels into the ground, he nods. ]
I wouldn't want you to.
[ Watching him, expression flickering over his friend's face, Yuji leaps forward and goes for the throat. Literally. ]
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Whoosh! Right for the throat. Katsuki jerks his head back, jetting one hand up so Yuji's fist connects with the pad in a solid "smack!" Shit, even with the pad, the sorcerer's punches sting.
He's already bringing the right one down in a punch towards Yuji's side.]
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That's never been the kind of fighter he is. He has good reflexes, he has the ability to move, but that's not what he's into right now. As soon as the punch hits, he adjusts, shifting out of the way of any follow-up, not bothering to use his cursed energy to protect himself from the sheer strength of Katsuki's touch.
It's not about using his full potential right now.
Instead, he drops, sweeping down, trying to sink into his usual manji kick as best he can. ]
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Yuji ducks out of the way from the hit and Katsuki immediately predicts that manji kick. (Yes, he's tried it a few times himself, cause he's a nerd.) It takes both hands to block it, slamming into the mitts with a hard impact. Katsuki skids back on his feet slightly, teeth grit... then shoves said leg back down in an attempt to throw Yuji off balance.]
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It's all instinct, all without thought, because that's how Yuji fights. It's how he's always fought. ]
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[And promptly gets his other legs knocked right out from under him. Eyes widen at the impact, and how Yuji switched legs from that position so seamlessly. He's gonna remember that.
Hands slam into the ground and he rebounds off them, powerful shoulders absorbing the shock of that unnatural angle. But it still gets him arching back over, one leg dropping in an axe kick towards his grounded partner.]
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It feels good, to get some of this adrenaline out of him, to grind his body forward and shove, to try and beat the anger and hurt out of his system. It's better than talking about it; he talked himself hoarse with Raidou this morning.
Let Katsuki beat the shit out of him. It's easier. ]
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But he's not going to beat the shit out of Yuji either. Even if the sorcerer doesn't care for himself right now, Katsuki does. That said, he's not going easy on him.
As soon as his heel hits his shoulder, Katsuki pivots forward to aim a punch towards Yuji's stomach, intending to keep that shoulder pinned underfoot.]
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Teleportation chips are useful in more than one way, it seems.
Charging forward, he does what he can to leap forward, to grab at his friend by the neck and try to swing him backwards. ]
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Oh right, that's not Romania. That's Yuji. Behind him. Grabbing him.]
You little-!! [Urk! Right around the neck. He tightens instantly to avoid getting gagged as the ground and world turn into a whirl. Swing back, it's all airborne for a fleeting moment until he tucks and hits the mat in a roll.
Kuso... A beast gets back up from the mat.]
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Not too bad, right?
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[For his nice words, Katsuki still looks peeved, a vein throbbing on his forehead. Because Yuji got the drop on him? Or because he forget Yuji could? Probably both. Worry not; he's always had fragile pride. It heals up eventually.
ZOOM! Katsuki's blitzing forward with his trademark powerful right hook, fully intending on using the momentum of the swing to pivot into a left roundhouse if he misses.]
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[ And a bunch of naked Choso, unfortunately.
The first one is dodged, at least, but Yuji isn't expecting the second one to come swinging from the left and it hits him, making him breathe out a sharp oof before he jerks, gathering his strength into his own fist to try and swing for Katsuki's stomach in return, huffing. ]
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Katsuki ends up with a leg locked against Yuji's side, getting that satisfying rush of air, but instantly has to drop his arm to protect his stomach. The impact against the pad goes right through it, jamming his own hand into his abs.
Oof, indeed.
... eff it. Bracing his leg against Yuji's side where it is, Katsuki jumps clean off his remaining limb and aims to land a kick in mid air.]
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It hurts, and the physical pain is easier.
Breathing out, he rocks forward, trying to jerk to one side but feeling the scrape and push of Katsuki's foot against his body, stumbling back and groaning. ]
Shit -
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Katsuki's left with both legs down pinned on Yuji's body, one on the side and one on the opposite shoulder. As soon as he stumbles, the blonde's grinning viciously and dropping his upper body down and back. He hits the ground on his forearms and upper shoulders, using his legs to haul and sling the sorcerer over his head.
Paybacks for the earlier throw.]
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Lifting one hand, he wipes his mouth, huffing a soft noise. ]
We're good at this, huh.
[ And then he's flying in, trying to do something terrible and knee Katsuki in the groin. ]
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No surprise to see the sorcerer already up and raring.]
You think I got soft?
[Charge! Katsuki braces his arms in preparati-
WHAP!! Right in the dropped glove.]
YUJI!!
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