Saw a tweet some time ago that was basically saying how if you think about it,,, Bakugou really isn’t anybody special and that’s honestly one of my favorite things about him.
And then I watched the team matches again so I started thinking.
I thought about how it’s implied that Bakugou worked on his everything all on his own. And then thought about how strong he was even just entering UA. Thought about how he’s up in ranks with kids who were born in high society and hero families with home training and similar quirks. Thought about how he’s acknowledged as one of, if not the strongest after the mc. Thought about how he’s really just a kid with big dreams who’s working for them. So we got this little number. I wrote it a while go, just now posting it here but I might complete it one day, who knows.
We’ll call this one:
It’s his fight now.
They always are.
No matter their opinions, if they love him, if they loathe him, the one thing they cannot do, the one thing they can never do, is ignore him.
He looks at the team surrounding him, a conglomerate of blunt edges and mismatched abilities, and sees pieces slot into place, he already knows which buttons to press, he already has the combination moves in mind, he doesn’t need a cheat code. He looks at them and he thinks strong. He looks at them and he thinks, perfect.
He grins, heart already matching the pace of his mind, fast, unyielding, unrelenting. He can already hear the roar in his ears and he can feel the untamed energy reflecting in his eyes.
And is it beautiful? Is it tragic? Is it poetic? That he is in a place where he has no right to be. That he had gotten a taste of the clouds, wet and heavy and heady like sin, and refused to let himself be dragged down. He has desire on his tongue, want in his lungs and he. refuses. to. let. go.
He’s a boy with an explosion quirk, yet he taught himself how to fly.
Icarus boy, crafting his wings with the nitroglycerin in his palms. Icarus, always reaching too high.
Among old names and legacies and inheritance he has the audacity to be reaching for the best.
Others are reaching (for good, to provide, to prove themselves, help their friends, their families) but he, he has the insolence to want to be on top.
And what is he, who is he to aim for the top?
Katsuki isn’t special.
No one entrusted their legacy to him.
He’s not born out of tyrannical parental ambitions.
He’s not from old names and ancient money.
(He didn’t receive guiding hands, or solemn advice or cheerful instructions. No one gave him a fucking cheet sheet. He is no one’s successor. And he’s okay with that. His wings aren’t made of wax.)
Katsuki isn’t special.
But that means nothing. He won’t allow it to.
He’s on his way to be the best. He’s always been willing to put in the work for it.
(That may be the only thing that hurts. When they see that he works and he works and he works to become faster, stronger, better, and they act as if they expected him to stumble and not get up. When they see his power and underestimate him because they don’t expect, they don’t want him to get better. He had never thought that hard meant impossible. He was always willing to work for what he wanted. He didn’t need a mentor to do that.
How many people think controlling explosions is something that comes easily?
His dreams aren’t unattainable)
What do you call boys with wild eyes and even wilder hearts?
The fight starts.
Icarus was never meant to reach too low either.