[It isn't on purpose? He just doesn't want to get either of them hurt. But there might also be some residual, lingering instinctive fear at remembering what had happened to the other. Bakugo pushing him out of the way like that. It isn't something intentional. He just can't help but still feel bad about what had happened. That he hadn't been quick enough to dodge, to stop the other from taking that hit. That and this was just training. It wasn't like he was seriously trying to hurt the other. Even if they might be competitive at times, and both could be reckless and stubborn.
He tenses as he pauses when the blonde yells at him. When the other whips around and propels himself forward. Izuku tries to dodge out of the way, to use Black Whip to try to move quicker, but he isn't quick enough, and he feels Bakugo's hand reach and grab at his arm. He tries to shift, to push or kick himself free, but isn't quite in time to avoid hitting the building.
He winces as he hits into it, but it's hardly the worst he's dealt with. He expects that Bakugo would get hits in when they're training, sparring together. Even if Izuku is a decent strategist. Even if he is quick, strong. That didn't always help him get out of a fight without a scratch. He straightens as he stands back up, wiping at his face.]
[ Once Izuku stands himself up, he'll see Katsuki there in a different pile of rubble. Looking down at him from above, with a face and expression that seems mixed between something overwhelmed but also - upset? The last time he looked at Izuku like this, it had been at Ground Zero. ]
Tch, you damn hell are though? [ Annoyance fills the tone of his voice, and he clenches his gloves tightly into fists. ] What's the excuse?
Wh -- I'm not about to really be serious. It's just training!
[He doesn't want to hurt Bakugo. Not really. That and he can't stop seeing the other getting hurt, taking that hit meant for him. He is holding back. He isn't going to deny that. But he's not sure admitting that he can't get that moment out of his head will help. It'd probably only infuriate Bakugo further. So he's unsure if he should say anything. Especially when Bakugo was already looking upset at him.]
You don't need to hurt me when you use black whip, [ Kastuki grinds his teeth a bit, giving him a solid glare. ] and you're hesitating, though.
[ He's upset - he's upset for a lot of reasons, upset that in his chest he's actually sad that Izuku isn't meeting him where Katsuki wants him to. The same way someone might feel when excited to go somewhere with someone, but where is that somewhere? He is hopeful, vindicated, expectant. Katsuki is upset, Izuku isn't coming with him - ]
Sorry. I just -- I can't help it, okay? I keep seeing you. When you pushed me out of the way.
[Izuku's voice is quiet as he admits that. He can just tell that the other is upset. This will probably make things worse. Part of him is sure Bakugo would yell at him for blaming himself. It's just hard for him to really focus. When he can't help worrying. Worrying about whether the training would be enough. If he could pull this off. If the others got hurt or worse, if he couldn't do this. Wondering if he could keep Bakugo safe. That the other wouldn't get hurt because of him again. The glare has him lower his gaze, lips pursed as he looks down at his boots, feeling the tension in his body in anticipation for the other's reaction.]
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[It isn't on purpose? He just doesn't want to get either of them hurt. But there might also be some residual, lingering instinctive fear at remembering what had happened to the other. Bakugo pushing him out of the way like that. It isn't something intentional. He just can't help but still feel bad about what had happened. That he hadn't been quick enough to dodge, to stop the other from taking that hit. That and this was just training. It wasn't like he was seriously trying to hurt the other. Even if they might be competitive at times, and both could be reckless and stubborn.
He tenses as he pauses when the blonde yells at him. When the other whips around and propels himself forward. Izuku tries to dodge out of the way, to use Black Whip to try to move quicker, but he isn't quick enough, and he feels Bakugo's hand reach and grab at his arm. He tries to shift, to push or kick himself free, but isn't quite in time to avoid hitting the building.
He winces as he hits into it, but it's hardly the worst he's dealt with. He expects that Bakugo would get hits in when they're training, sparring together. Even if Izuku is a decent strategist. Even if he is quick, strong. That didn't always help him get out of a fight without a scratch. He straightens as he stands back up, wiping at his face.]
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Tch, you damn hell are though? [ Annoyance fills the tone of his voice, and he clenches his gloves tightly into fists. ] What's the excuse?
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[He doesn't want to hurt Bakugo. Not really. That and he can't stop seeing the other getting hurt, taking that hit meant for him. He is holding back. He isn't going to deny that. But he's not sure admitting that he can't get that moment out of his head will help. It'd probably only infuriate Bakugo further. So he's unsure if he should say anything. Especially when Bakugo was already looking upset at him.]
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[ He's upset - he's upset for a lot of reasons, upset that in his chest he's actually sad that Izuku isn't meeting him where Katsuki wants him to. The same way someone might feel when excited to go somewhere with someone, but where is that somewhere? He is hopeful, vindicated, expectant. Katsuki is upset, Izuku isn't coming with him - ]
Cut it out.
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[Izuku's voice is quiet as he admits that. He can just tell that the other is upset. This will probably make things worse. Part of him is sure Bakugo would yell at him for blaming himself. It's just hard for him to really focus. When he can't help worrying. Worrying about whether the training would be enough. If he could pull this off. If the others got hurt or worse, if he couldn't do this. Wondering if he could keep Bakugo safe. That the other wouldn't get hurt because of him again. The glare has him lower his gaze, lips pursed as he looks down at his boots, feeling the tension in his body in anticipation for the other's reaction.]