Yeah. Guess you are pretty obedient. Alright. First, we need to trust each other. I'm trusting you to hold still. And you're trusting me not to drop you. If you get nervous and move, it could throw off the balance. So do you trust me?
[Yoosung moves very close to him so he can look Katsuki directly in the eyes, with a very serious expression on, and momentarily search Katsuki's face before he nods resolutely.]
[He blinks slowly for a moment. Clears his throat.]
Okay. Good. So what I need from you is for you to remain as still as possible. Arms folded over your chest, legs relaxed. You don't want to keep them straight or it could put strain on your legs and cause you to drop them unexpectedly. Which would throw me off.
[Yoosung continues nodding at the instructions, a little dazed by the realization that they actually are doing this, not to mention curious because of these instructions...]
Do you know all this because you've done this before? Bench pressed someone?
Nah. I've been researching it. Spent a lot of time watching videos. Wanted to be sure I knew how to do it right. If I hold you in the wrong spot, I could seriously hurt you.
[Oh right.]
One hand at the center of your back, the other on your butt. That cool?
[Oh. He seriously researched it? He'd been thinking about doing this that seriously? And he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt Yoosung? His heart skips a beat and picks up at that alone, but then Katsuki decides to mention where he's gonna be placing his hands...
Yoosung's face flares red, and he freezes for a moment, eyes wide.
Katsuki is going to be touching his butt. That's. This is. This is... Fine. And normal. This is absolutely not something that's going to frequent his mind intrusively for the next week or anything. He'll be able to sleep just fine. Not thinking about this at night. In bed. Yup.]
[Totally not a big deal. Just a guy benchpressing his very cute friend. If a hand touches a butt so what, right?
He lowers himself onto the mat, laying down. Getting himself into position.]
So when you're ready, come over here and sit on my right hand. We'll test how well I can hold the weight and then you can lay back carefully.
[Normally someone would need two spotters to lower the person into position. But Katsuki thinks it should be fine. He's stronger than the average human. Yoosung's weight shouldn't be an issue.]
[Just gonna do exactly as Katsuki says, then... Yoosung carefully sits on his indicated hand, feeling very strange about this. He's never sat on someone's hand before! And it's Katsuki's hand. Now on his butt. And his arm holding his weight? And his hand on his butt.
Yoosung can't even remember why they decided to do this in the first place. He's not complaining, but... It's surreal.]
[No big deal. Except Yoosung can very clearly feel his hand even with the barrier of clothing and this is very distracting. Yoosung's butt is decidedly not flat either.
He takes a deep breath in, exhales, and then carefully begins laying back where he's pretty sure Katsuki's other hand is, folding this arms over his chest. He's a little bit afraid to speak for fear it would be too much movement and might throw Katsuki off.]
[And he does just as he promised. Carefully lifting and lowering Yoosung like he's a barbell. Arms steady despite the pressure and weight of Yoosung's body. He won't keep it up long. Just enough to show off.]
[Katsuki says "don't panic" and Yoosung's body almost takes it as an order, shutting down the anxiety and letting him focus again, breathe. Slow exhale, inhale. Sort of like when Katsuki had found him right after he'd revived.]
Okay.
[Once he's been lowered, he careful shifts his weight so he can sit back up, all weight on one of Katsuki's arms again before he finds his footing.]
[Oh, he impressed him. It's funny, because the anxiety was more about Katsuki discovering the whole thing was sort of turning him on, more than the fear of being dropped.
He's still blushing as he stands on solid ground again (or, well, the training mat). He looks at Katsuki with awe in his eyes.]
Yeah... You really are strong, I've never seen anyone do that with an actual person before... I wonder how high you could lift me with us both standing upright...
[File that away for later. He might give it a go. See if he can impress Yoosung again. But not right this moment.]
I'm going to show you some basic defensive maneuvers. We'll start slow. See how long it takes for you to get them down. But first, you need to stretch a bit. Get yourself warmed up.
[So he's going to go through some basic stretching with him first.]
This way you get yourself ready for the workout. It makes it less likely you'll hurt yourself.
[Yoosung remembers doing this sort of stuff in school during P.E. but it's definitely been a while since he'd last done it. Still, muscle memory and Katsuki's instructions and watching him do it means the stretching goes pretty smoothly.
Once they're done, he even feels a lot less tense! Hm. He probably doesn't have the greatest posture when he's gaming at the computer, now that he thinks about it. Though to be fair, he's been doing less of that lately what with dealing with the aftermath of August's events and hanging out with Katsuki.]
[Katsuki sets to work teaching Yoosung some basic self defense moves. And everything goes pretty well. Up until he decides to show him how to escape being grabbed from behind.]
Just lift--
[He hoists Yoosung up with ease. Like he weighs nothing at all.]
[While technically this move isn't supposed to require much strength, and Yoosung knows this because why else would Katsuki be teaching it to him, that doesn't stop the way his head spins or his heart flips at being so easily manhandled... And dropped onto his back.
That's supposed to be what happens, anyway. He's supposed to land on his back on the training mat. What actually happens though is on the way down there's the sound of ripping fabric and a spray of feathers and suddenly Yoosung's landing on wings, the back of his shirt ripped apart.
His eyes go wide, he feels a sensation of panic in his chest and he scrambles to try and get back up, but his weight and center of gravity feel thrown by the white wings, the span of which are about the length of his arms stretched out wide.]
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Yeah. Guess you are pretty obedient. Alright. First, we need to trust each other. I'm trusting you to hold still. And you're trusting me not to drop you. If you get nervous and move, it could throw off the balance. So do you trust me?
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I trust you!
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Okay.
He wasn't expecting such conviction there. The sheer sincerity in that statement kind of throws him.
Hello heart you're being a pain again.]
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Okay. Good. So what I need from you is for you to remain as still as possible. Arms folded over your chest, legs relaxed. You don't want to keep them straight or it could put strain on your legs and cause you to drop them unexpectedly. Which would throw me off.
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Do you know all this because you've done this before? Bench pressed someone?
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[Oh right.]
One hand at the center of your back, the other on your butt. That cool?
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Yoosung's face flares red, and he freezes for a moment, eyes wide.
Katsuki is going to be touching his butt. That's. This is. This is... Fine. And normal. This is absolutely not something that's going to frequent his mind intrusively for the next week or anything. He'll be able to sleep just fine. Not thinking about this at night. In bed. Yup.]
Oh... Okay... I-If you're fine with it?
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[Totally not a big deal. Just a guy benchpressing his very cute friend. If a hand touches a butt so what, right?
He lowers himself onto the mat, laying down. Getting himself into position.]
So when you're ready, come over here and sit on my right hand. We'll test how well I can hold the weight and then you can lay back carefully.
[Normally someone would need two spotters to lower the person into position. But Katsuki thinks it should be fine. He's stronger than the average human. Yoosung's weight shouldn't be an issue.]
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Yoosung can't even remember why they decided to do this in the first place. He's not complaining, but... It's surreal.]
I-is that okay...?
[Should he lay back now?]
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Yeah. I got you. Just lay back carefully and then fold your arms over your chest.
[He waits for Yoosung to lay back, making sure he's got his hands where they need to be.]
Ready?
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He takes a deep breath in, exhales, and then carefully begins laying back where he's pretty sure Katsuki's other hand is, folding this arms over his chest. He's a little bit afraid to speak for fear it would be too much movement and might throw Katsuki off.]
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Hey. If it hurts or you're uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll stop, okay? And if you changed your mind, we don't have to do this.
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[As okay as he can be with his massive crush currently touching his butt!!]
I just wasn't sure if talking would... Throw you off, or something...? But I'm ready. Are you good?
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[And he does just as he promised. Carefully lifting and lowering Yoosung like he's a barbell. Arms steady despite the pressure and weight of Yoosung's body. He won't keep it up long. Just enough to show off.]
Told you I could.
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I-it's really impressive!! H... How do I get down?!
[Shouting louder than he means to, whoops.]
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[He brings Yoosung carefully back down.]
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Okay.
[Once he's been lowered, he careful shifts his weight so he can sit back up, all weight on one of Katsuki's arms again before he finds his footing.]
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[He waits until Yoosung is fully back on his feet to sit up. He isn't sure if he managed to impress Yoosung or just spook him...]
Ready to get started?
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He's still blushing as he stands on solid ground again (or, well, the training mat). He looks at Katsuki with awe in his eyes.]
Yeah... You really are strong, I've never seen anyone do that with an actual person before... I wonder how high you could lift me with us both standing upright...
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What, that wasn't enough for you?
[Teasing as he gets to his feet.]
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It... It just makes me wonder, I guess! So, um, what do I do now...?
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I'm going to show you some basic defensive maneuvers. We'll start slow. See how long it takes for you to get them down. But first, you need to stretch a bit. Get yourself warmed up.
[So he's going to go through some basic stretching with him first.]
This way you get yourself ready for the workout. It makes it less likely you'll hurt yourself.
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Once they're done, he even feels a lot less tense! Hm. He probably doesn't have the greatest posture when he's gaming at the computer, now that he thinks about it. Though to be fair, he's been doing less of that lately what with dealing with the aftermath of August's events and hanging out with Katsuki.]
Phew...
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Just lift--
[He hoists Yoosung up with ease. Like he weighs nothing at all.]
--and drop.
[Down Yoosung goes onto the mat.]
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That's supposed to be what happens, anyway. He's supposed to land on his back on the training mat. What actually happens though is on the way down there's the sound of ripping fabric and a spray of feathers and suddenly Yoosung's landing on wings, the back of his shirt ripped apart.
His eyes go wide, he feels a sensation of panic in his chest and he scrambles to try and get back up, but his weight and center of gravity feel thrown by the white wings, the span of which are about the length of his arms stretched out wide.]
Wh-what...?! What just--?!
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