[Human beings are tough, just in a different way than gods (Yato) are. He can survive more than a mortal could, but on a day-to-day basis he's a bit of a wimp. There's a drastic disparity between fighting for your life on adrenaline and enduring more mundane aches and pains like smashing your finger with a hammer. Or getting swatted with a towel. Which is why his stance is meant to guard against any accidental willy whacks!
Oh no, Yato's seen that Katsuki has far more going for him than simply his Quirk. He knows the guy is intimidating on a personal level, to say nothing of his battle-happy self when the fight kicks into high gear. In a way, they're kind of alike, getting a thrill out of conflict. Yato like the attention, Katsuki likes winning.]
You got it, Bakuboom!
[Vash's nickname for him is so damn cute, it has him grinning as the towels fly, snapping precariously close yet not quite on his skin, and allowing him to get a point in with a gleeful cackle.] You can dish it out, but can you take it?!
[Feet are technically "below the belt" but aren't strictly off-limits, being safely low enough from any sensitive bits to ensure relatively few accidental nut cracks. Not having been expecting the low blow, Katsuki's towel cracks him securely on the top of his foot, earning a yelp as he hops around on his uninjured one, aggressively rubbing the sting out as tears prick at his eyes.]
Talk about brutal, man--! [Even while still standing like a flamingo, he winds up again and lets his towel sail for his uninjured arm's shoulder, only lightly grazing him this time. Too far away...!]
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Oh no, Yato's seen that Katsuki has far more going for him than simply his Quirk. He knows the guy is intimidating on a personal level, to say nothing of his battle-happy self when the fight kicks into high gear. In a way, they're kind of alike, getting a thrill out of conflict. Yato like the attention, Katsuki likes winning.]
You got it, Bakuboom!
[Vash's nickname for him is so damn cute, it has him grinning as the towels fly, snapping precariously close yet not quite on his skin, and allowing him to get a point in with a gleeful cackle.] You can dish it out, but can you take it?!
[Feet are technically "below the belt" but aren't strictly off-limits, being safely low enough from any sensitive bits to ensure relatively few accidental nut cracks. Not having been expecting the low blow, Katsuki's towel cracks him securely on the top of his foot, earning a yelp as he hops around on his uninjured one, aggressively rubbing the sting out as tears prick at his eyes.]
Talk about brutal, man--! [Even while still standing like a flamingo, he winds up again and lets his towel sail for his uninjured arm's shoulder, only lightly grazing him this time. Too far away...!]