They're clearly both looking forward to this, and when Ochako finally meets up with him when she's ready, he pushes off the wall and instantly goes to head out the door, looking over his shoulder only when she speaks up.
"Yeah, and you're gonna fucking need it when I'm through with you."
He grins, all teeth, and strides out the door without another word and not stopping for her to catch up. Keep on your toes, Uraraka, he's not going to baby you because you're his friend. Even so, the walk isn't long at all - they're still in the residential area of Somnius proper, and finding an empty mansion is equally easy to do. Probably less than forty minutes have passed before he's pushing open a large, heavy oaken door to a castle's empty ballroom. Musty, but this'll work perfectly.
Ochaco manages to keep pace with Bakugou as he stalks through Somnius, though she does so at a light jog in order to match his stride. Good pre-fight workout, gets her limber. She doesn't mind.
She can't help but gawk at the sheer size of the mansion they find. Coming from Japan, space is at a premium and building up and narrow is often the only real choice, at least in the cities. Not everyone could live like Yaomomo and her family did...most people didn't have that kind of money. And Somnius just had places like this...lying around! Empty! It feels like another flex on Vaeros' part. Look at all that I have and choose to let fall abandoned. You cannot conceive the wealth I possess, that I can throw away so much without a care.
Guy must be a Villain. He's already monologuing at her in his head and she hasn't even met him yet.
Gah, gotta push that aside. The ballroom really will work wonders, and the wide open space means they don't even have to move much away to give them adequate room to spar. When they've done that, she unzips her jacket and tosses it aside; she's opted for a sleeveless plain tanktop-like garment. She could have left the jacket unzipped but on...but no, Bakugou knows that move. He won't fall for it again. Which is a shame because for something she cooked up on the fly she was really proud of it. He grabs her by the coat again, he'll know to do it in a way she can't slip out of, so don't give him the opportunity.
"Right, I think that should be enough. Wanna run through some quick stretches first?" She's feeling pretty limber, but still does a few quick arm stretches as she asks, since there's no point in wasting the chance. "Or should we just get down to business?"
She's already got That Look on her face as she asks, though. She's already slipped into Fight Mode.
The walk is a decent pre-work out and stretch, gets the blood pumping, and he doesn't lessen his pace for Uraraka to keep up, either. Sorry girl, but he's been riled up for this fight, and that means there's bound to be a little of that natural, Bakugou pettiness sliding through the cracks of his...betterish personality.
The manor-like castle is definitely very, very large - much larger than even Katsuki's stupidly large, Western-style home back in Musutafu. Though he doesn't flaunt it, his parents definitely make some good money being fashion designers and all, so the young blond has a relatively decent amount of wealth himself. Not to the levels of Todoroki and Yaoyorozu, but probably on par with someone like Iida, who also is one of the few so-called 'rich kids' in their class. Probably helps that his brother was a well known and well liked Pro Hero with his own agency...or used to be. Either way, the blond doesn't seem nearly as fussed about the swanky, but totally empty, place as Uraraka is. He's far more used to it, and has tossed the thought around above upgrading to one now that the cottage is accommodating more people.
Much like Uraraka, Katsuki's also got on a rather boring top when he takes off his outer layers - sort of like a tank top, the material a little tight over his broad chest and shoulders, the one scar on said shoulder just peeking out from the side of one of the straps. He's midway through taking a sip of water screwing the cap back onto his flask before nodding his head.
"Stretches first. I won't accept beating you again because you pulled a muscle or some other weak shit. Oh, and here." He tosses her a roll of bandages, then grabs a spare from his bag, starting to wrap his fists. This is quirkless, hand-to-hand stuff. He has to keep from even accidentally detonating his sweat, and her...well, this should cushion any punches she dishes out, so they're not cracking their knuckles on each others' jaws and noses.
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"Yeah, and you're gonna fucking need it when I'm through with you."
He grins, all teeth, and strides out the door without another word and not stopping for her to catch up. Keep on your toes, Uraraka, he's not going to baby you because you're his friend. Even so, the walk isn't long at all - they're still in the residential area of Somnius proper, and finding an empty mansion is equally easy to do. Probably less than forty minutes have passed before he's pushing open a large, heavy oaken door to a castle's empty ballroom. Musty, but this'll work perfectly.
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She can't help but gawk at the sheer size of the mansion they find. Coming from Japan, space is at a premium and building up and narrow is often the only real choice, at least in the cities. Not everyone could live like Yaomomo and her family did...most people didn't have that kind of money. And Somnius just had places like this...lying around! Empty! It feels like another flex on Vaeros' part. Look at all that I have and choose to let fall abandoned. You cannot conceive the wealth I possess, that I can throw away so much without a care.
Guy must be a Villain. He's already monologuing at her in his head and she hasn't even met him yet.
Gah, gotta push that aside. The ballroom really will work wonders, and the wide open space means they don't even have to move much away to give them adequate room to spar. When they've done that, she unzips her jacket and tosses it aside; she's opted for a sleeveless plain tanktop-like garment. She could have left the jacket unzipped but on...but no, Bakugou knows that move. He won't fall for it again. Which is a shame because for something she cooked up on the fly she was really proud of it. He grabs her by the coat again, he'll know to do it in a way she can't slip out of, so don't give him the opportunity.
"Right, I think that should be enough. Wanna run through some quick stretches first?" She's feeling pretty limber, but still does a few quick arm stretches as she asks, since there's no point in wasting the chance. "Or should we just get down to business?"
She's already got That Look on her face as she asks, though. She's already slipped into Fight Mode.
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The manor-like castle is definitely very, very large - much larger than even Katsuki's stupidly large, Western-style home back in Musutafu. Though he doesn't flaunt it, his parents definitely make some good money being fashion designers and all, so the young blond has a relatively decent amount of wealth himself. Not to the levels of Todoroki and Yaoyorozu, but probably on par with someone like Iida, who also is one of the few so-called 'rich kids' in their class. Probably helps that his brother was a well known and well liked Pro Hero with his own agency...or used to be. Either way, the blond doesn't seem nearly as fussed about the swanky, but totally empty, place as Uraraka is. He's far more used to it, and has tossed the thought around above upgrading to one now that the cottage is accommodating more people.
Much like Uraraka, Katsuki's also got on a rather boring top when he takes off his outer layers - sort of like a tank top, the material a little tight over his broad chest and shoulders, the one scar on said shoulder just peeking out from the side of one of the straps. He's midway through taking a sip of water screwing the cap back onto his flask before nodding his head.
"Stretches first. I won't accept beating you again because you pulled a muscle or some other weak shit. Oh, and here." He tosses her a roll of bandages, then grabs a spare from his bag, starting to wrap his fists. This is quirkless, hand-to-hand stuff. He has to keep from even accidentally detonating his sweat, and her...well, this should cushion any punches she dishes out, so they're not cracking their knuckles on each others' jaws and noses.