I have a friend here- Bakugo. We shared a battlefield during the war; but you could say his Quirk's my "match"—— Power, speed: we're even in that, but Explosion's always relied on his arms; I mean the certain way that it works... He can't use his right, so that's half his strength. The way our Quirks are part of us too, I'm worried that nothing's mattered as much since that strength's how he protects. It clouds our paths the second we can't-
[Which... brings him to his point:]
I don't know what he'll decide. I doubt he'd trust you right away, but I think he'd respect your strength; the way I'm trusting you with my Quirk; if you could somehow train his too, whatever that looks like down the line, there's nothing you'd ask that I won't pay. I just know what it's like to fight with half my strength.
I'll only ask you watch over him too, if you would.
[Two more rarities in the house... He waits in the garden perched on the ends of a low engawa at the knife's edge of summer. Teas and fruits on a tray on his left... Nothing grand; but made to account for the differing tastes of the two he expects. Plainly dressed, and he's slipped into a stand instead once Shadow arrives; dips to bow.
His smile's softened, though.]
Thanks for coming on shortened notice like this...
[Like a ghost, the mention of if Shoto's friend has arrived was perfectly timed. Katsuki is only a couple of minutes after Shadow, peering out into the garden from the house with this unsure look on his face. He's always awkward when it comes to meeting new people, and even worse when he's visiting other people's homes.
But Shoto was the one who requested he come meet Shadow, and he will never deny a request from the red and white haired boy. He knows that if Shoto is the one asking, it's for a really good reason.
So with a deep inhale, he stops hesitating and walks over to the two of them. No bow in sight from this one, though. His right arm was also gently resting in a sling, tucked against his chest.]
I'm here. This is the guy you mentioned to me, Todoroki?
[He curiously tilts his head and looks at Shadow. He's.. not sure he's ever seen someone that looks like him before. Even in the boy's weird homeworld full of all kinds of creature-esque people.]
[He must realize; Shadow's the first he'd sought once learning of Katsuki's predicament. It goes unsaid.]
Shadow's the one who trains my Quirk. I thought you could benefit, working together...
[A little diplomacy; stray cat dragging another alike to drop him worriedly at his feet. He's been violently restless since reading the other boy's post. Not because he values strength, but knowing his Quirk's defined so much. He knows the fear. Only Katsuki could salvage his dream from out of the loss of an arm...
He takes steps back, and then he worries as if his heart might be audible, watching the dirt.]
Bakugo's... thinking of losing an arm pretty soon.
[Shadow nods to the question. Yes, he is 'the guy'. He looks at the arm in the sling and then considers the words. He is thinking of losing an arm? Is it needing amputation? He will ask later perhaps.]
Yes. I am Shadow the Hedgehog, the Ultimate Life Form.
[Bakugo, meet your match when it comes to ego.]
If you are interested, I am a combat teacher here in Ellipsa. I work out of the Weapons Training HQ.
[Katsuki's expression shifts just a little when Shoto mentions him thinking of amputation. To that of a little annoyed glare that he would lead off with that, even if it makes sense to. He's a little touchy about it, though. Even with a trusted friend from home.
He'll swap his gaze to Shadow, though. When the hedgehog gives his introduction. His self title "the Ultimate Life Form" gets an eyebrow raise from Katsuki, but no comment. From what Katsuki knows, because he himself is just as egotistical, people don't call themselves things like that if they didn't have the strength to back it up. So he feels more curious than doubtful.]
...Todoroki told me you could help with my Quirk.
[He starts there, when offered combat lessons.]
I'm usually a pro when it comes to using it. But my fighting style relies heavily on both of my hands.
[To demonstrate, Katsuki lifts his left hand above his head and after a second where the palm and pads of his fingers glow-- he blows off a moderate explosion straight into the air. The wind blowing everyone's hair (and fur) back.]
...I can make explosions. And I use them not only to attack, but to move on the battlefield too. They're like jet engines that make me faster, and help me fly... but a plane can't fly with only one engine.
So now I have to fight with my wings clipped. And I ain't getting used to it.
[And it sucks. He's been losing every sparring match with Shoto, so far.]
[It's saying a lot when it's Katsuki who's subtle... If he knew any better, Shoto might navigate things with a little more tact; but an evasive maneuvering's never crossed his mind. Omission's never earned the best results. A teacher needs the whole truth; nevermind how he's specially adept at ignoring Katsuki himself. His glare holds zero effect... Though maybe it helps somewhat how the reward shrinks the risk. In any case, it's desperation what has him ask in first place, and at his own shame's expense.
He blinks unfazed.]
I couldn't help thinking there was more we could do...
[Explosions. Jet engines that he could use with his hands for combat as well as advanced mobility. He thinks for a moment, listening to the two of them as they speak. For Shoto, learning control was one thing. It was quite easy honestly. Learning to sharpen skills to a scalpel rather than an explosion. To hone his ability to use ice and fire as a surgical strike.
This was overcoming what once was. It was different yet he could think of a few things. His red eyes flicker to the door as he thinks about his own shoes and back at Bakugo.]
Are you only able to create these explosions with your hands? Not your feet?
[When Katsuki is asked if he's able to create explosions out of his feet, he shakes his head no. Unfortunately, that'd just be too damn easy for him if that were the case wouldn't it?]
Only my hands. I have special sweat glands in them that produces the nitroglycerin, that aren't anywhere else on my body.
[Katsuki holds his hand out to show, the bottom of it rough and calloused from years and years of exploding. He clenches it a little bit, causing explosive sweat to secrete out of the glands on demand.]
There... is something new about it that could, theoretically, make it so I can use my feet. But it's something I don't have a grasp on, yet. I haven't had a chance to properly try it out after it developed.
[He shakes the sweat off his hand, and instead of waiting for someone to ask what that new thing was, he decides to just explain it now.]
Back home I had almost died, and when I was in that brink-of-death state my body started going nuts. My Quirk was activating like crazy and producing more nitroglycerin than I could use-- or maybe I was forcing it to without realizing it. I can't remember the exact details, but either way it started to back up into my system and pour out of the other sweat glands on my body. I became an all-over bomb.
[It was awesome--]
It has me wondering if I can figure out how to direct the sweat to specific areas, somehow.
[But that would take a LOT of training. A lot of really risky, and dangerous training. Overworking his Quirk on purpose like that isn't the safest thing to do, and he's not sure if it'd be smart with his arm how it is right now to try.]
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Date: 2025-03-02 07:11 am (UTC)Are you busy now, by any chance?
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Date: 2025-03-02 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-04 05:52 am (UTC)[He starts out brief; then, hesitates-]
I have a friend here- Bakugo. We shared a battlefield during the war; but you could say his Quirk's my "match"—— Power, speed: we're even in that, but Explosion's always relied on his arms; I mean the certain way that it works... He can't use his right, so that's half his strength. The way our Quirks are part of us too, I'm worried that nothing's mattered as much since that strength's how he protects. It clouds our paths the second we can't-
[Which... brings him to his point:]
I don't know what he'll decide. I doubt he'd trust you right away, but I think he'd respect your strength; the way I'm trusting you with my Quirk; if you could somehow train his too, whatever that looks like down the line, there's nothing you'd ask that I won't pay. I just know what it's like to fight with half my strength.
I'll only ask you watch over him too, if you would.
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Date: 2025-03-12 03:51 am (UTC)I will be willing to watch over him too. Would you introduce the two of us? It may help to begin earning his trust if it is you.
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Date: 2025-03-17 04:22 pm (UTC)Me? [Ah.] Right. Sorry. [Scatterbrained...] Would my house or Weapons HQ work?
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Date: 2025-03-23 05:13 pm (UTC)Where do you think he would be more comfortable?
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Date: 2025-03-25 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-04-07 03:29 am (UTC)[Action] Does Shoto, Shadow, Bakugo work?
Date: 2025-04-08 05:02 am (UTC)His smile's softened, though.]
Thanks for coming on shortened notice like this...
Shoto, Shadow, Bakugo works for me
Date: 2025-04-08 05:06 am (UTC)You are welcome. Is your friend here yet?
here comes stinky
Date: 2025-04-08 07:20 am (UTC)But Shoto was the one who requested he come meet Shadow, and he will never deny a request from the red and white haired boy. He knows that if Shoto is the one asking, it's for a really good reason.
So with a deep inhale, he stops hesitating and walks over to the two of them. No bow in sight from this one, though. His right arm was also gently resting in a sling, tucked against his chest.]
I'm here. This is the guy you mentioned to me, Todoroki?
[He curiously tilts his head and looks at Shadow. He's.. not sure he's ever seen someone that looks like him before. Even in the boy's weird homeworld full of all kinds of creature-esque people.]
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Date: 2025-04-09 07:19 pm (UTC)He's my friend.
[He must realize; Shadow's the first he'd sought once learning of Katsuki's predicament. It goes unsaid.]
Shadow's the one who trains my Quirk. I thought you could benefit, working together...
[A little diplomacy; stray cat dragging another alike to drop him worriedly at his feet. He's been violently restless since reading the other boy's post. Not because he values strength, but knowing his Quirk's defined so much. He knows the fear. Only Katsuki could salvage his dream from out of the loss of an arm...
He takes steps back, and then he worries as if his heart might be audible, watching the dirt.]
Bakugo's... thinking of losing an arm pretty soon.
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Date: 2025-04-10 02:15 am (UTC)Yes. I am Shadow the Hedgehog, the Ultimate Life Form.
[Bakugo, meet your match when it comes to ego.]
If you are interested, I am a combat teacher here in Ellipsa. I work out of the Weapons Training HQ.
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Date: 2025-04-10 02:32 am (UTC)He'll swap his gaze to Shadow, though. When the hedgehog gives his introduction. His self title "the Ultimate Life Form" gets an eyebrow raise from Katsuki, but no comment. From what Katsuki knows, because he himself is just as egotistical, people don't call themselves things like that if they didn't have the strength to back it up. So he feels more curious than doubtful.]
...Todoroki told me you could help with my Quirk.
[He starts there, when offered combat lessons.]
I'm usually a pro when it comes to using it. But my fighting style relies heavily on both of my hands.
[To demonstrate, Katsuki lifts his left hand above his head and after a second where the palm and pads of his fingers glow-- he blows off a moderate explosion straight into the air. The wind blowing everyone's hair (and fur) back.]
...I can make explosions. And I use them not only to attack, but to move on the battlefield too. They're like jet engines that make me faster, and help me fly... but a plane can't fly with only one engine.
So now I have to fight with my wings clipped. And I ain't getting used to it.
[And it sucks. He's been losing every sparring match with Shoto, so far.]
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Date: 2025-04-15 05:55 pm (UTC)He blinks unfazed.]
I couldn't help thinking there was more we could do...
[No use to tiptoe, now.]
If we could supplement that missing half-
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Date: 2025-05-06 03:20 am (UTC)This was overcoming what once was. It was different yet he could think of a few things. His red eyes flicker to the door as he thinks about his own shoes and back at Bakugo.]
Are you only able to create these explosions with your hands? Not your feet?
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Date: 2025-05-06 03:49 am (UTC)Only my hands. I have special sweat glands in them that produces the nitroglycerin, that aren't anywhere else on my body.
[Katsuki holds his hand out to show, the bottom of it rough and calloused from years and years of exploding. He clenches it a little bit, causing explosive sweat to secrete out of the glands on demand.]
There... is something new about it that could, theoretically, make it so I can use my feet. But it's something I don't have a grasp on, yet. I haven't had a chance to properly try it out after it developed.
[He shakes the sweat off his hand, and instead of waiting for someone to ask what that new thing was, he decides to just explain it now.]
Back home I had almost died, and when I was in that brink-of-death state my body started going nuts. My Quirk was activating like crazy and producing more nitroglycerin than I could use-- or maybe I was forcing it to without realizing it. I can't remember the exact details, but either way it started to back up into my system and pour out of the other sweat glands on my body. I became an all-over bomb.
[It was awesome--]
It has me wondering if I can figure out how to direct the sweat to specific areas, somehow.
[But that would take a LOT of training. A lot of really risky, and dangerous training. Overworking his Quirk on purpose like that isn't the safest thing to do, and he's not sure if it'd be smart with his arm how it is right now to try.]