[At the very least, the slamming doesn't start until they go for arm breaks. Breaks in this case meaning breaking a hold someone has on his arm. Neck holds are more escape and deflection than anything slamming. Bakugo takes Esikko's serious focus without dismissal, giving him the same intense focus. He won't do anything less than 100% his best, and that includes teaching. Even if he is a pretty demanding instructor. Thankfully he's been training Esikko all this time, so he knows how much the guy's body can handle and doesn't push him beyond it.
Magical applications are... interesting. He doesn't know much about Esikko's magic beyond his skills with growing plants, but since Bakugo's a superpower nerd, he's not able to entirely hide rapt attention when it comes to intermingling magic and martial arts. For now, he tries to focus on defensive options, something a victim can use rather than an aggressor.
Bakugo expected something to freeze up whenever the roles changed. whether when Esikko was "attacking" being "attacked". Is it telling the prince had more trouble being the aggressor than the victim? He walks him through it, taking whatever pause he needs, or gruffly reminding him it's practice and Esikko's not gonna hurt him.
The tai chi and akido lessons he's given over the months factor a lot into this. Accenting the pressure points and sensitive areas for jams and strikes. Turning his opponent's momentum and strength against them. And yes, he shows him where and how to feel with his foot to land a hard kick at an opponent's legs. Inside of the knee or thigh, the side of the ankle, top of the foot with the heel. Knee in the groin because that's an obvious strike zone if someone's on top of you pinning your arms... From behind is more difficult, but that's where knee and thigh shots come in.
He lets Esikko have the time he needs to rest and take his breaks. Using those small breather periods to go over pressure points and vulnerable strike areas verbally to make sure they're gonna start sticking in Esikko's memory.
And if this helps work the guy through some of his frustrations and self-doubts, at least it's a start. Bakugo ends up crouched on the balls of his feet beside Esikko's sprawled body, looking like some melted marshmallow man.
Time for some potentially horrific news.]
You're gonna meet me in three days and we're gonna do this again.
( be a man playing ominously and increasing slowly in volume... please have mercy. but also, don't, because he has been a miserable existence that everything in every universe tries to say shouldn't be alive, so. he needs it.
Bakugo can learn a bit about the sort of magic Esikko uses in emergencies. With his blood, such as from biting or pricking his finger with a glass shard he'll often carry in his pocket, he can do quick "burst"-like spells. Things like turning his blood to paralyzing pollen, or making the environment incredibly icy for a short time. But things like this directly make use of the curse he deals with, and so he keeps them short and only when necessary. His more traditional magic requires too much setup, and relies on magical energy in the environment, like the one he'd been doing earlier today.
Anyway, did he hear that right??? )
Three...?
( There's a soft groan, the first genuine protest that's fallen from his lips since they started here, so long as his little grunts of frustration between sessions didn't count. He shoves his own face into some of the padding of one of his arms, rolling onto his side and away from Bakugo like that's going to help.
He'll show up, of course. So long as he's not prevented. This is valuable. This is important. He wishes he had the ability to do it every day, that it didn't feel so difficult. But would it be important, if it didn't feel difficult? He can recognize all of that. But it feels like he's always putting in tons of work for every little thing, just to barely scrape the surface of what so many people can do naturally, or easily, or without any work at all.
His marshmallowy body lets out a sigh. He's just in the moping stage, it'll feel better after the first day. )
If I sleep here, I won't have to get up and come back.
[let's get down to business. look, compared to how bakugo normally trains with his classmates back home, this is extremely merciful and gentle. not a single explosion in sight, and he put esikko in padded clothing before throwing him into padded mats. the only thing really aching beyond general muscle exertion are his heels and bottoms of his hands from where they bounced off the mats.
Burst-like spells remind him of those elemental talismans he bought during the Halloween market last year. Well, he traded them for some of his sweat, so it didn't cost him anything. It's no wonder Esikko's magic didn't work as well on Chobe. Plant magic versus plant energy. An icy environment, however, is gonna be really useful for someone who can't stab anything into the surfaces around them. Bakugo asks about potential flash-bang spells, a burst of light and noise to take an aggressor by surprise. Useful for enabling him to apply one of these various hold breaks.
Despite keeping his closeted nerd mostly hidden, Bakugo is a superpower geek and enjoys pushing people to use their powers in different applications on top of getting stronger. His Quirk is amazingly flexible and he has a hard time accepting anyone who thinks their ability is a one-trick pony. Most people like that haven't bothered trying to think hard enough.
Anyways, yeah, he heard that right.]
You wanna go tomorrow?
[Complete with a threatening curl of his fist. It's because Esikko is Esikko (and because Bakugo really put him through the wringer today) that the blonde isn't demanding the prince show up tomorrow for another lesson. Three days is enough to let Esikko rest without growing too stiff or losing what he went over.
The goal is to work Esikko up to being able for daily routines. Bakugo doesn't expect him to reach that point instantly. Not without cheating, which he won't accept.
Of course it's gonna feel like he's doing tons of work! He just fucking started! Bakugo swipes his water bottle from the bench and takes a few drinks.]
( Esikko groans a little, but at both the threat and the mention of the sumo team, he pushes himself to sit up, sighing and running a tired hand through the bangs and stray strands that have long since slipped free of his ponytail. He's exhausted from simple exertion, but it does feel good. And thinking back on it, he most certainly has improved compared to a year or a year and a half ago. He does want to continue to improve, in this way he used to think was impossible for him.
And after tomorrow(ish), after Toma nearly kills his ass and he makes use of some of these very techniques to delay things long enough to get help, he's going to feel even more serious about it. Because he doesn't want to have to be a burden, doesn't want to have to worry people... Even if it does feel nice to be worried about. He's too familiar with the pain of it, now.
But thankfully, he keeps that mushy nonsense to himself and just carefully moves to stand, reaching to undo this stupid puffy outer... armor? Gear? Whatever. )
Thank you... Katsuki. ( If he sounded shy saying that, no he didn't, he was just busy turning to get this undone. ) I do feel like I've learned a lot just from this, and it does help.
I'm going to write some of the things you've said down, so I can recall them even if my memory gives me issues. Reviewing them helps, as well, I think... So I'll be ready in three days, this time.
( Huff. )
And I'll avoid the basement without company, from now on, I think.
[They don't even have a sumo team. He thinks. Maybe they do. Bakugo's not about to search for it. Sure it's someone's kink, but sumo in a sex resort is disgusting. Mental note: put Esikko's hair in a tight braid the next time they meet up for training. Might whip himself in the face or shoulder a few times, but it won't fall free like it's doing now. A bun might come undone unless he knots and fastens it well. Had to know how "well" when he's getting tossed around on the mats.
Esikko certainly has improved over the year since Bakugo started teaching him. Stronger, faster, more able, redirection and deflection's better, knowledgeable on where to touch, pressure points and sensitive locations.
Stop getting almost killed by people, dammit... but "almost" is better than not almost.
People are gonna worry about him regardless. Some won't admit it. Ahem.
As Esikko starts shucking and peeling out of his marshmallow armor, Bakugo finishes his drink and swipes a towel from the bench for his neck. He keeps an eye on the prince, making sure he's not gonna collapse or something.]
Che. [Who the hell gave him permission to use his first name? He rubs the towel under his neck and around the back of it, then tosses it over his shoulder with a slap.] If you didn't learn anything, I wouldn't bother teaching you.
[He has high demands for the people he invests his time and effort in.]
I'll test your memory next time. [Good to know he'll write those notes down tonight. Good preemptive work to keep his information sharp. As for the basement thing... You said that last time too. Bakugo stretches his neck.]
( Esikko agrees, reaching to touch his own neck now that he's slipped back into his hanbok. The word TRANSGRESSOR is annoying enough as it is, but he can't shake the feeling that it has a potential for more. Something he's probably going to have to explore and deal with before any more final big plans against the House itself.
For now, though, his hand drops away, and he sighs a little softer. )
Three days... here, then? Or should I meet you at that new fancy suite of yours?
[Hearing his agreement, the mutual acceptance of a team effort, alleviates some of his irritation over the entire thing. Bakugo thought he was going to take down the entire House on his own when he first arrived. Very quickly got put in his place, much to his fury. They're not going to escape this trap unless all of them fight together.
Why the hell wasn't that stupid word on Esikko's neck enough of a reminder to stay out of the basement until he was ready? Even if he wasn't messing with the hotel directly, working magic where the House doesn't want him to go, especially since the last infraction was WORKING WITH MAGIC WHERE THE HOUSE DIDN'T WANT HIM TO GO, it's likely enough to piss the damn thing off! Bakugo doesn't want to see Esikko get struck down again.]
Here. I'll take you to my suite after. [Smirk.] If you do as good as you did today.
No? I seem to recall there was a time before I disappeared where you acted rather nice, though.
( Teasing. He really doesn't expect to be spoiled, and much like when Bakugo was that overly nice, he would be concerned... So. He moves to leave, his motions slow but not nearly as ragged as he might have been even just two months ago.
The healing of time frozen in space not getting up to his own nonsense really did help him... But. Well. When he returns in a few days, he won't be nearly as put together. But at least he'll have done everything right! And even more ready to train more. )
[Bakugo throws the clothes over his arm and heads for the nearby bin to dump it in there for cleaning. The Peacock can get to making sure it's fresh for the next person.
HE'S DOING HIS DAMNEST TO FORGET THAT SHITTY "NICE" SPELL EVER EXISTED!!
Red eyes linger on the man as he leaves, making sure he wasn't going to stumble or fall, any hint of a problem being caught if it appeared. Despite getting thrown around and battled during the lesson, Esikko's walking away without a crumple or stagger. Hmph... he really has improved.]
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Date: 7/5/25 05:51 (UTC)Magical applications are... interesting. He doesn't know much about Esikko's magic beyond his skills with growing plants, but since Bakugo's a superpower nerd, he's not able to entirely hide rapt attention when it comes to intermingling magic and martial arts. For now, he tries to focus on defensive options, something a victim can use rather than an aggressor.
Bakugo expected something to freeze up whenever the roles changed. whether when Esikko was "attacking" being "attacked". Is it telling the prince had more trouble being the aggressor than the victim? He walks him through it, taking whatever pause he needs, or gruffly reminding him it's practice and Esikko's not gonna hurt him.
The tai chi and akido lessons he's given over the months factor a lot into this. Accenting the pressure points and sensitive areas for jams and strikes. Turning his opponent's momentum and strength against them. And yes, he shows him where and how to feel with his foot to land a hard kick at an opponent's legs. Inside of the knee or thigh, the side of the ankle, top of the foot with the heel. Knee in the groin because that's an obvious strike zone if someone's on top of you pinning your arms... From behind is more difficult, but that's where knee and thigh shots come in.
He lets Esikko have the time he needs to rest and take his breaks. Using those small breather periods to go over pressure points and vulnerable strike areas verbally to make sure they're gonna start sticking in Esikko's memory.
And if this helps work the guy through some of his frustrations and self-doubts, at least it's a start. Bakugo ends up crouched on the balls of his feet beside Esikko's sprawled body, looking like some melted marshmallow man.
Time for some potentially horrific news.]
You're gonna meet me in three days and we're gonna do this again.
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Date: 7/5/25 06:15 (UTC)Bakugo can learn a bit about the sort of magic Esikko uses in emergencies. With his blood, such as from biting or pricking his finger with a glass shard he'll often carry in his pocket, he can do quick "burst"-like spells. Things like turning his blood to paralyzing pollen, or making the environment incredibly icy for a short time. But things like this directly make use of the curse he deals with, and so he keeps them short and only when necessary. His more traditional magic requires too much setup, and relies on magical energy in the environment, like the one he'd been doing earlier today.
Anyway, did he hear that right??? )
Three...?
( There's a soft groan, the first genuine protest that's fallen from his lips since they started here, so long as his little grunts of frustration between sessions didn't count. He shoves his own face into some of the padding of one of his arms, rolling onto his side and away from Bakugo like that's going to help.
He'll show up, of course. So long as he's not prevented. This is valuable. This is important. He wishes he had the ability to do it every day, that it didn't feel so difficult. But would it be important, if it didn't feel difficult? He can recognize all of that. But it feels like he's always putting in tons of work for every little thing, just to barely scrape the surface of what so many people can do naturally, or easily, or without any work at all.
His marshmallowy body lets out a sigh. He's just in the moping stage, it'll feel better after the first day. )
If I sleep here, I won't have to get up and come back.
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Date: 7/6/25 01:24 (UTC)Burst-like spells remind him of those elemental talismans he bought during the Halloween market last year. Well, he traded them for some of his sweat, so it didn't cost him anything. It's no wonder Esikko's magic didn't work as well on Chobe. Plant magic versus plant energy. An icy environment, however, is gonna be really useful for someone who can't stab anything into the surfaces around them. Bakugo asks about potential flash-bang spells, a burst of light and noise to take an aggressor by surprise. Useful for enabling him to apply one of these various hold breaks.
Despite keeping his closeted nerd mostly hidden, Bakugo is a superpower geek and enjoys pushing people to use their powers in different applications on top of getting stronger. His Quirk is amazingly flexible and he has a hard time accepting anyone who thinks their ability is a one-trick pony. Most people like that haven't bothered trying to think hard enough.
Anyways, yeah, he heard that right.]
You wanna go tomorrow?
[Complete with a threatening curl of his fist. It's because Esikko is Esikko (and because Bakugo really put him through the wringer today) that the blonde isn't demanding the prince show up tomorrow for another lesson. Three days is enough to let Esikko rest without growing too stiff or losing what he went over.
The goal is to work Esikko up to being able for daily routines. Bakugo doesn't expect him to reach that point instantly. Not without cheating, which he won't accept.
Of course it's gonna feel like he's doing tons of work! He just fucking started! Bakugo swipes his water bottle from the bench and takes a few drinks.]
Go for it. The sumo team comes in at 8pm.
[*squish squash splat smear*]
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Date: 7/6/25 02:00 (UTC)( Esikko groans a little, but at both the threat and the mention of the sumo team, he pushes himself to sit up, sighing and running a tired hand through the bangs and stray strands that have long since slipped free of his ponytail. He's exhausted from simple exertion, but it does feel good. And thinking back on it, he most certainly has improved compared to a year or a year and a half ago. He does want to continue to improve, in this way he used to think was impossible for him.
And after tomorrow(ish), after Toma nearly kills his ass and he makes use of some of these very techniques to delay things long enough to get help, he's going to feel even more serious about it. Because he doesn't want to have to be a burden, doesn't want to have to worry people... Even if it does feel nice to be worried about. He's too familiar with the pain of it, now.
But thankfully, he keeps that mushy nonsense to himself and just carefully moves to stand, reaching to undo this stupid puffy outer... armor? Gear? Whatever. )
Thank you... Katsuki. ( If he sounded shy saying that, no he didn't, he was just busy turning to get this undone. ) I do feel like I've learned a lot just from this, and it does help.
I'm going to write some of the things you've said down, so I can recall them even if my memory gives me issues. Reviewing them helps, as well, I think... So I'll be ready in three days, this time.
( Huff. )
And I'll avoid the basement without company, from now on, I think.
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Date: 7/7/25 00:18 (UTC)Esikko certainly has improved over the year since Bakugo started teaching him. Stronger, faster, more able, redirection and deflection's better, knowledgeable on where to touch, pressure points and sensitive locations.
Stop getting almost killed by people, dammit... but "almost" is better than not almost.
People are gonna worry about him regardless. Some won't admit it. Ahem.
As Esikko starts shucking and peeling out of his marshmallow armor, Bakugo finishes his drink and swipes a towel from the bench for his neck. He keeps an eye on the prince, making sure he's not gonna collapse or something.]
Che. [Who the hell gave him permission to use his first name? He rubs the towel under his neck and around the back of it, then tosses it over his shoulder with a slap.] If you didn't learn anything, I wouldn't bother teaching you.
[He has high demands for the people he invests his time and effort in.]
I'll test your memory next time. [Good to know he'll write those notes down tonight. Good preemptive work to keep his information sharp. As for the basement thing... You said that last time too. Bakugo stretches his neck.]
We'll all gut that fucking bird someday.
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Date: 7/7/25 03:51 (UTC)( Esikko agrees, reaching to touch his own neck now that he's slipped back into his hanbok. The word TRANSGRESSOR is annoying enough as it is, but he can't shake the feeling that it has a potential for more. Something he's probably going to have to explore and deal with before any more final big plans against the House itself.
For now, though, his hand drops away, and he sighs a little softer. )
Three days... here, then? Or should I meet you at that new fancy suite of yours?
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Date: 7/7/25 20:29 (UTC)Why the hell wasn't that stupid word on Esikko's neck enough of a reminder to stay out of the basement until he was ready? Even if he wasn't messing with the hotel directly, working magic where the House doesn't want him to go, especially since the last infraction was WORKING WITH MAGIC WHERE THE HOUSE DIDN'T WANT HIM TO GO, it's likely enough to piss the damn thing off! Bakugo doesn't want to see Esikko get struck down again.]
Here. I'll take you to my suite after. [Smirk.] If you do as good as you did today.
[Have a jerk's encouragement.]
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Date: 7/7/25 22:10 (UTC)Oh, really? You'll spoil me at least a little, right~?
I'm going to work hard.
( He half turns, a hand lifting in a wave of his fingers. )
So I'll look forward to it, now. Thanks.
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Date: 7/8/25 02:50 (UTC)I don't spoil anyone, dammit!
[He may or may not be able to claim that truthfully. Depends on how someone views "spoiling" and Bakugo's actions.
He scoops the discarded training pads into his hand and straightens up as Esikko prepares to leave.]
Aa. Try to impress me till I'm stunned.
[Fat chance, but hey, go for it.]
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Date: 7/8/25 04:21 (UTC)( Teasing. He really doesn't expect to be spoiled, and much like when Bakugo was that overly nice, he would be concerned... So. He moves to leave, his motions slow but not nearly as ragged as he might have been even just two months ago.
The healing of time frozen in space not getting up to his own nonsense really did help him... But. Well. When he returns in a few days, he won't be nearly as put together. But at least he'll have done everything right! And even more ready to train more. )
Until next time.
( Off he goes... )
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Date: 7/9/25 01:22 (UTC)[Bakugo throws the clothes over his arm and heads for the nearby bin to dump it in there for cleaning. The Peacock can get to making sure it's fresh for the next person.
HE'S DOING HIS DAMNEST TO FORGET THAT SHITTY "NICE" SPELL EVER EXISTED!!
Red eyes linger on the man as he leaves, making sure he wasn't going to stumble or fall, any hint of a problem being caught if it appeared. Despite getting thrown around and battled during the lesson, Esikko's walking away without a crumple or stagger. Hmph... he really has improved.]