[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?!]
[Is that how it's gonna be? Katsuki gives him a piercing look, then reaches up and begins tearing the velcro straps off his hands and forearms. Yeah, gloves are coming off, literally. That grin in his face probably needs fangs to be completely true... but easy to imagine.]
You're going down now.
[Toss, toss. No more pads. He's all warmed up and Yuji's got some good smacks in.
Katsuki charges in immediately, but rather than slugging him, ducks low and goes for a shoulder check to the chest.]
Yuji shifts, feeling a flare of something like panicked determination as he darts back, trying to get out of the way, but Katsuki is fast and Yuji has to rock, leaning into his reflexes. He winces, crying out a little before he breathes out and reaches, trying to knee Katsuki's stomach and hit him back.
As hard as he can.
All the emotion, all the hurt, everything he's feeling, flying into a punch. ]
[He's inside his range, not giving Yuji enough time to put the full momentum of a swing into that knee. Or at least, that's what he expected. Yuji's a genius when it comes to brawling. There's full strength even in range. He tightens his stomach as hard as he can, feeling the impact drive up into his abs. Thank fuck he didn't eat anything this morning.
It's enough to make his guts jostle. Right before that punch lands. For a second, Katsuki can't even tell where Yuji hit him. Only that it's hard, it hurts, and he felt what Yuji felt in that moment. Pain, sorrow, frustration, futility, disappointment, rage, loss, all of it.
He comes back from the blow after another moment, blinking and stunned. Yeah... that'll bruise...
AND POWERS THROUGH IT FOR A GRASP AND THROW OVER HIS SHOULDER!!]
[ Yuji thinks, for a moment, that he might have got the upper hand, and it distracts him briefly, a pause of action before he begins to adjust his weight - but it is too slow, far too slow, and his body is immediately thrown.
He hits the ground with a bang, a scoff of noise as he curls up a little, groaning and stretching his body out. It's not the worst pain he's ever felt in his life, it's definitely nothing compared to some of the near-death experiences he's had, but... ]
Ah...
[ Pushing himself up, he rubs his face. Tired, worn down, bruised - he wants to keep going, but he's not sure how healthy it would be. Ah, well... ]
Here I go.
[ And he is sprinting to try and tackle his friend. ]
[Katsuki's handled a punch from All Might (albeit massively restrained) that sent him into a building. Yuji's been through worse. But that didn't mean the impact was nothing. Fuck, even now it throbs and he rubs at his stomach for a second as well as the punch's landing. Yuji can take the time to get up.
It'd be a lie to say that judo toss wasn't very satisfying. Katsuki straightens and tilts his head from side to side cracking his neck as well as his knuckles below.
Healthy? Che. They can do this for another hour and be good to go by evening. Katsuki's not intending to break Yuji. As the verbal warning and charge power forward, he braces himself-
-then lets his knees buckle and his body fall backwards right as he meets the tackle. A leg hikes, shin pressing to Yuji's torso as he rolls on his back, and uses the momentum of that charge to try and throw his friend over his head again.
Unless Yuji manages to grab him. Then it'll turn into an awkward flop.]
[ Katsuki might not be intending to break Yuji, but it seems as if Yuji is ready to be broken.
He does move, reaching out to grab with both hands and hold on to Katsuki, flopping them together in a tumble and a groan. It's scuffing them both against the floor of the gym, and Yuji spares a moment to be glad that the ground here are soft mats rather than the gravel and dirt that he's used to most days.
Covering his eyes, he rubs at his face before he peers up at Katsuki, almost pouting. Almost. ]
[He's already gathered that. A form of penance, Yuji wants to hurt himself in order to feel better. Either to distract from the heavy emotions or pay for them. Katsuki can't-- won't --help him to that extreme.
But if he wants to fight until he's a winded, throbbing, sweaty mess that needs some "ow! fuck! ow!" treatment afterwards, that he can do.
Resulting in a thud as Katsuki hits the mat and Yuji drops right on top of him, that leg tucked up between them. Oh brilliant. This is awkward. (Considering where the top of Katsuki's foot now is, he could go for a crotch shot. Hey, anything goes, right?) A quick attempt to scuffle on the mat ends up with them grabbing each other like two schoolyard kids mid-tussle. Panting and glaring.
What's with that almost pout?
And heave! Trying to roll to pin Yuji beneath him!]
[ It's not that hard to heave him over and around, not when he's not entirely focussed on keeping his balance, and he ends up stuck under Katsuki for a moment before he narrows his eyes and glares.
He hasn't been using his cursed energy that much, not really seeing it as fair despite Katsuki's quirk, but he brings it to his fist now, adding another layer as he does what he can to adjust his body, to turn and push up with his limbs - elbow, fist, knee, it's an implosion of attacks as he tries to batter his friend with all he has.
[Katsuki leans back, letting go of Yuji's shirt to perch crowned king atop him. Head tilted, smirk wrenching the corner of his mouth up. Superior smug is he. That glare only pampers his ego more.
Until that gentle sensation across his wrist, close to Yuji's hand. He can't see Yuji's cursed energy most of the time, apart from when the socerer's extremely mad or when Katsuki's struggling against passing out. But he's learned to feel it.
Is that how it's gonna be? Next time, the training simulation.
One solid punch crashes into his fist as Katsuki barely manages to catch it, but he meets Yuji's next elbow blow with a small, powerful explosion. Cursed energy and concussive force separate them instantly and he lands on his feet, shaking a smoking hand. All right.
Now it's on.] You wanna get wrecked? [Ka-Boom!] I'll end you!
[ It's serious now, or as serious as Yuji is able to do in a fight he knows he doesn't actually need to win.
The crackle of Katsuki's quirk stings against his palm, making him wince, but he doesn't falter or stop. It's just pain, so it's whatever to Yuji, pushing himself up with a quick flick of his body and a harsh breath. It's easy enough to get Katsuki riled up, so...
Shifting his weight, he holds his fists ready, eyes flickering over his friend before he nods. ]
[Katsuki almost always takes his fights seriously. To the point people wonder if he even know what "for fun" is.
And while he doesn't want to mess Yuji up, he has the patience level of a cat. Even with his best friend. Yuji can take it. Fingers open and close in a few tense movements, working off the sting of a cursed energy punch. Can't let him actually land those skin to skin. It's dangerous.
Then again, so is he.
Let's see how long they can manage before they get kicked out of the gym.]
I always take shit seriously.
[His serious meter flipped from "I won't kick your ass hard" to "I'll beat your ass into the ground" now. Before promptly slamming both hands together in a blinding flash, akin to a flash grenade going off a few feet from Yuji's face.]
[ Yuji's so completely unconcerned with his own wellbeing that he's throwing himself into this without hesitation. If Katsuki wants to explode things on his face or skin, it's whatever; he can heal it. He can use his RCT, or he can use his implant, and either one will make the hurts go away.
It's better, to feel the strain in his muscles, to feel as if he's doing something worthwhile by training and pushing himself to the limits.
The flash is blinding, and makes him wince, but it doesn't stop Yuji. He uses his cursed energy to reach out and try and gauge where Katsuki is, where he is moving, and he uses that sense to push forward and slam into him head first, to try and pin him against the wall with nothing more than his bulk and strength. ]
[Yuji's being reckless, fueled by emotions rather than logical thought. Instinct driven and intense. Katsuki's locks a segment of his attention onto his best friend's well-being even as he guns up for a harder spar.
Despite his own relative resistance to his explosions, Katsuki can't stare directly into his Stun Grenade without coming away blinking a few spots. But he certainly recovers from the glare a hell of a lot faster than most people.
Meaning he meets Yuji's blind charge, surprised for a moment the guy knew where he was even with his eyes shut. Then, right... that cursed energy. Oof! He used to pet that head! Why is it being a battering ram now?!
Katsuki slams an explosion behind/below him as he crashes another down on Yuji's back, scraping himself off and over the other boy's head to avoid getting pinned (and hopefully knock Yuji to the mat before he crashes into the wall).]
[ The explosion hurts, and it makes his skin ache, but he ignores it and shoves it aside. He wonders if this is how it felt for the people at the mercy of Sukuna's technique, to be drawn into his fire as he fought against that Volcano head, if this is how it felt to be burned in Shibuya when completely at the mercy of a monster -
he winces, forcing himself to breathe, stumbling back and collapsing against the mat. It takes him more than a few moments to gather his breathing, to force himself to gasp in and out, before he turns his head up to stare at Katsuki. He's not sure of the best way to go now, the best option, but he looks around before he decides that he can use his strengths, too.
He's bleeding now, after all.
Yuji still can't do convergence well, still can't do much more than what Choso has been desperately trying to teach him, but he's getting better. It's enough that he can try to shoot drops of his blood towards his friend, trying to pierce him and distract him as he runs forward to batter him with hist fist again. ]
[As much as he didn't want to play into Yuji's masochistic penance, it's happening and Katsuki reluctantly accepts it. Whatever's going through the sorcerer's mind, he needs this. It's not that Yuji needed to hit something; he needed something to hit him. Katsuki has to trust him to know when enough's enough.
But when he said that he wasn't going easy on him... There's no timing to let Yuji take his breather moments. As soon as the sorcerer turns to stare at him, Katsuki's already moving. Blasting to the side in a zigzag pattern to avoid predicting his movements. Left right, up down, a pinball between explosive bursts.
Those drops of blood are instantly countered by a gatlin gun spray of explosive rounds, peppering the air with orange balls that explode and burst amid the blood to cook it midair. As soon as Yuji bursts through the smoke to get in range, Katsuki meets him through the same smoke-
-and attempts to counter Yuji's fist with a manji kick of his own. Look, it's not perfect, but he's worked on it hard.]
[ Yuji takes the kick and crumbles, just a little.
It's impressive, to see someone take a move that he thought was his own and use it against him, and he can't help the nice swell of excitement he feels at seeing Katsuki use it. It does mean, however, that there's a sharp pain in his chin, his chest, and he has to push himself through it and wheeze, trying to get back together again.
He hasn't slept well, he hasn't been eating properly, it's probably not going to end well, but he also has no reason to stop, no reason to pause when the burning, angry energy inside of him feels like it's suffocating him.
Instead, Yuji gathers his energy into his fist and rushes at Katsuki again, just to try and batter him with almost inhuman punches, at a speed that betrays just how abnormal Yuji really is. ]
[Katsuki's been there and seen that happen. That shitty copycat Monoma took his QUIRK and used it against him. Dek- Izuku, copied his movements for his own fighting style. Even Ashido took his and Shoto's battles as inspiration for her own improvement. It's a weird feeling, both impressed at the movement and irked cause that's your damn move!
But it also means Katsuki was impressed enough to add it to his arsenal. He feels pride when he uses the move and it connects. Even as Yuji pushes through the impact.
He really is trying to burn himself right now. Has he ate? Has he slept? Fuck, what's fueling him? Katsuki reels backwards at the sudden rush of punches. Shit, he's fast! Two clip him hard, one on the shoulder, one on the side. Body dodging, twisting, ducking, arms trying to block. Blood leaks down the side of his head, a bruise blooming on his shoulder. Physically Yuji has the advantage over him; he always has.
Katsuki protectively slams both arms in a cross in front of himself, palms facing outward.]
[ The explosion hits, and Yuji wasn't prepared for it at all.
He should've been, really, all things considered; he should've expected for Katsuki to use his Quirk properly, but he had been too focussed on trying to batter out his own energy and thoughts. When it hits, he takes it, but it hurts, aching over his skin and making him stumble back, dropping to one knee and panting, hard.
After all of this, his head feels woozy, and his stomach hurts, and his jaw aches, not just from the punches but also from the ever-lingering vampirism. He hadn't slept, even after seeing Raidou in the morning, and now he feels like he could collapse at any second.
Lifting his head, he looks at Katsuki and waves his hand, wiping at his face. Blood or tears? He's not sure. Could even be sweat. ]
[Breathing hard, chest rising and falling amid pants, Katsuki stands his ground in the smoke. There's no telling if Yuji will emerge from the cloud on either side or straight in front of him. Hell, he could appear behind him now.
Something wet drips off his chin, a stinging pain in his temple. Detonating a point-blank explosion in front of himself like that... Anger, defensive, panic, a surging "get off me!" technique that leaves his arms throbbing from the impact. Also from Yuji beating on them in that furry rush. He's not sure if cursed energy can interrupt his Quirk's biology. But a few sparks pop and snap around his hand unbidden, leftover crackling from the blast.
As the smoke clears, Katsuki's left slightly crouched with his arms still x-ed over his face, red eyes peering out from behind the upper v of scuffed skin. Only lowering them a bit once he sees Yuji taking a knee. Already bruises are starting to mottle his arms, one of his knuckles feels like he hasn't cracked it for years. Fuck...
Don't close combat with Yuji in this state. He lets his arms fall to his side, trying to rein in his breathing. Katsuki doesn't like the panicked feeling that left him in. Ripped his control away for a moment.]
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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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[ He's grinning now, smirking a little as he moves backwards, making himself comfortable as he rises up a little, breathing out. ]
Anything is fair game!
[ It's a fight, right? You gotta do what you need to do to win! ]
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You're going down now.
[Toss, toss. No more pads. He's all warmed up and Yuji's got some good smacks in.
Katsuki charges in immediately, but rather than slugging him, ducks low and goes for a shoulder check to the chest.]
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Yuji shifts, feeling a flare of something like panicked determination as he darts back, trying to get out of the way, but Katsuki is fast and Yuji has to rock, leaning into his reflexes. He winces, crying out a little before he breathes out and reaches, trying to knee Katsuki's stomach and hit him back.
As hard as he can.
All the emotion, all the hurt, everything he's feeling, flying into a punch. ]
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It's enough to make his guts jostle. Right before that punch lands. For a second, Katsuki can't even tell where Yuji hit him. Only that it's hard, it hurts, and he felt what Yuji felt in that moment. Pain, sorrow, frustration, futility, disappointment, rage, loss, all of it.
He comes back from the blow after another moment, blinking and stunned. Yeah... that'll bruise...
AND POWERS THROUGH IT FOR A GRASP AND THROW OVER HIS SHOULDER!!]
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He hits the ground with a bang, a scoff of noise as he curls up a little, groaning and stretching his body out. It's not the worst pain he's ever felt in his life, it's definitely nothing compared to some of the near-death experiences he's had, but... ]
Ah...
[ Pushing himself up, he rubs his face. Tired, worn down, bruised - he wants to keep going, but he's not sure how healthy it would be. Ah, well... ]
Here I go.
[ And he is sprinting to try and tackle his friend. ]
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It'd be a lie to say that judo toss wasn't very satisfying. Katsuki straightens and tilts his head from side to side cracking his neck as well as his knuckles below.
Healthy? Che. They can do this for another hour and be good to go by evening. Katsuki's not intending to break Yuji. As the verbal warning and charge power forward, he braces himself-
-then lets his knees buckle and his body fall backwards right as he meets the tackle. A leg hikes, shin pressing to Yuji's torso as he rolls on his back, and uses the momentum of that charge to try and throw his friend over his head again.
Unless Yuji manages to grab him. Then it'll turn into an awkward flop.]
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He does move, reaching out to grab with both hands and hold on to Katsuki, flopping them together in a tumble and a groan. It's scuffing them both against the floor of the gym, and Yuji spares a moment to be glad that the ground here are soft mats rather than the gravel and dirt that he's used to most days.
Covering his eyes, he rubs at his face before he peers up at Katsuki, almost pouting. Almost. ]
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But if he wants to fight until he's a winded, throbbing, sweaty mess that needs some "ow! fuck! ow!" treatment afterwards, that he can do.
Resulting in a thud as Katsuki hits the mat and Yuji drops right on top of him, that leg tucked up between them. Oh brilliant. This is awkward. (Considering where the top of Katsuki's foot now is, he could go for a crotch shot. Hey, anything goes, right?) A quick attempt to scuffle on the mat ends up with them grabbing each other like two schoolyard kids mid-tussle. Panting and glaring.
What's with that almost pout?
And heave! Trying to roll to pin Yuji beneath him!]
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He hasn't been using his cursed energy that much, not really seeing it as fair despite Katsuki's quirk, but he brings it to his fist now, adding another layer as he does what he can to adjust his body, to turn and push up with his limbs - elbow, fist, knee, it's an implosion of attacks as he tries to batter his friend with all he has.
Maybe it'll make him feel better. ]
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Until that gentle sensation across his wrist, close to Yuji's hand. He can't see Yuji's cursed energy most of the time, apart from when the socerer's extremely mad or when Katsuki's struggling against passing out. But he's learned to feel it.
Is that how it's gonna be? Next time, the training simulation.
One solid punch crashes into his fist as Katsuki barely manages to catch it, but he meets Yuji's next elbow blow with a small, powerful explosion. Cursed energy and concussive force separate them instantly and he lands on his feet, shaking a smoking hand. All right.
Now it's on.] You wanna get wrecked? [Ka-Boom!] I'll end you!
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The crackle of Katsuki's quirk stings against his palm, making him wince, but he doesn't falter or stop. It's just pain, so it's whatever to Yuji, pushing himself up with a quick flick of his body and a harsh breath. It's easy enough to get Katsuki riled up, so...
Shifting his weight, he holds his fists ready, eyes flickering over his friend before he nods. ]
Taking it seriously now, right?
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And while he doesn't want to mess Yuji up, he has the patience level of a cat. Even with his best friend. Yuji can take it. Fingers open and close in a few tense movements, working off the sting of a cursed energy punch. Can't let him actually land those skin to skin. It's dangerous.
Then again, so is he.
Let's see how long they can manage before they get kicked out of the gym.]
I always take shit seriously.
[His serious meter flipped from "I won't kick your ass hard" to "I'll beat your ass into the ground" now. Before promptly slamming both hands together in a blinding flash, akin to a flash grenade going off a few feet from Yuji's face.]
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It's better, to feel the strain in his muscles, to feel as if he's doing something worthwhile by training and pushing himself to the limits.
The flash is blinding, and makes him wince, but it doesn't stop Yuji. He uses his cursed energy to reach out and try and gauge where Katsuki is, where he is moving, and he uses that sense to push forward and slam into him head first, to try and pin him against the wall with nothing more than his bulk and strength. ]
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Despite his own relative resistance to his explosions, Katsuki can't stare directly into his Stun Grenade without coming away blinking a few spots. But he certainly recovers from the glare a hell of a lot faster than most people.
Meaning he meets Yuji's blind charge, surprised for a moment the guy knew where he was even with his eyes shut. Then, right... that cursed energy. Oof! He used to pet that head! Why is it being a battering ram now?!
Katsuki slams an explosion behind/below him as he crashes another down on Yuji's back, scraping himself off and over the other boy's head to avoid getting pinned (and hopefully knock Yuji to the mat before he crashes into the wall).]
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he winces, forcing himself to breathe, stumbling back and collapsing against the mat. It takes him more than a few moments to gather his breathing, to force himself to gasp in and out, before he turns his head up to stare at Katsuki. He's not sure of the best way to go now, the best option, but he looks around before he decides that he can use his strengths, too.
He's bleeding now, after all.
Yuji still can't do convergence well, still can't do much more than what Choso has been desperately trying to teach him, but he's getting better. It's enough that he can try to shoot drops of his blood towards his friend, trying to pierce him and distract him as he runs forward to batter him with hist fist again. ]
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But when he said that he wasn't going easy on him... There's no timing to let Yuji take his breather moments. As soon as the sorcerer turns to stare at him, Katsuki's already moving. Blasting to the side in a zigzag pattern to avoid predicting his movements. Left right, up down, a pinball between explosive bursts.
Those drops of blood are instantly countered by a gatlin gun spray of explosive rounds, peppering the air with orange balls that explode and burst amid the blood to cook it midair. As soon as Yuji bursts through the smoke to get in range, Katsuki meets him through the same smoke-
-and attempts to counter Yuji's fist with a manji kick of his own. Look, it's not perfect, but he's worked on it hard.]
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It's impressive, to see someone take a move that he thought was his own and use it against him, and he can't help the nice swell of excitement he feels at seeing Katsuki use it. It does mean, however, that there's a sharp pain in his chin, his chest, and he has to push himself through it and wheeze, trying to get back together again.
He hasn't slept well, he hasn't been eating properly, it's probably not going to end well, but he also has no reason to stop, no reason to pause when the burning, angry energy inside of him feels like it's suffocating him.
Instead, Yuji gathers his energy into his fist and rushes at Katsuki again, just to try and batter him with almost inhuman punches, at a speed that betrays just how abnormal Yuji really is. ]
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But it also means Katsuki was impressed enough to add it to his arsenal. He feels pride when he uses the move and it connects. Even as Yuji pushes through the impact.
He really is trying to burn himself right now. Has he ate? Has he slept? Fuck, what's fueling him? Katsuki reels backwards at the sudden rush of punches. Shit, he's fast! Two clip him hard, one on the shoulder, one on the side. Body dodging, twisting, ducking, arms trying to block. Blood leaks down the side of his head, a bruise blooming on his shoulder. Physically Yuji has the advantage over him; he always has.
Katsuki protectively slams both arms in a cross in front of himself, palms facing outward.]
Diee!!
[All charged up. KA-BWOOM!!]
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He should've been, really, all things considered; he should've expected for Katsuki to use his Quirk properly, but he had been too focussed on trying to batter out his own energy and thoughts. When it hits, he takes it, but it hurts, aching over his skin and making him stumble back, dropping to one knee and panting, hard.
After all of this, his head feels woozy, and his stomach hurts, and his jaw aches, not just from the punches but also from the ever-lingering vampirism. He hadn't slept, even after seeing Raidou in the morning, and now he feels like he could collapse at any second.
Lifting his head, he looks at Katsuki and waves his hand, wiping at his face. Blood or tears? He's not sure. Could even be sweat. ]
You win.
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Something wet drips off his chin, a stinging pain in his temple. Detonating a point-blank explosion in front of himself like that... Anger, defensive, panic, a surging "get off me!" technique that leaves his arms throbbing from the impact. Also from Yuji beating on them in that furry rush. He's not sure if cursed energy can interrupt his Quirk's biology. But a few sparks pop and snap around his hand unbidden, leftover crackling from the blast.
As the smoke clears, Katsuki's left slightly crouched with his arms still x-ed over his face, red eyes peering out from behind the upper v of scuffed skin. Only lowering them a bit once he sees Yuji taking a knee. Already bruises are starting to mottle his arms, one of his knuckles feels like he hasn't cracked it for years. Fuck...
Don't close combat with Yuji in this state. He lets his arms fall to his side, trying to rein in his breathing. Katsuki doesn't like the panicked feeling that left him in. Ripped his control away for a moment.]
Had enough?
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