Katsuki Bakugo

The saviors always have something to sacrifice.

Blinding one eye and deafening one ear, they put through everything in search of peace. Heroes are the ones who’d give up their life to save the world, their remains soon to be scribbled in the dirty-yellow pages of the history. But the ones who manage to survive are considered to be lucky, cheering them till the very last moments of their life. But they didn’t live- no, they were soldiers with empty scarred hearts.

Katsuki Bakugo had to sacrifice the willing beats of his heart for the sake of another one.

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Growing up doesn’t just change your body, but also your soul. Katsuki had learned it at his lowest. Vulnerability wasn’t his thing, being soft and humble wasn’t his thing either, then again, these traits did grow onto him even when he didn’t appreciate them. Maybe it was a forged friendship that tore away his blindness or the stirring self-consciousness. Or maybe both. Catching steps with his dream was another lesson, tasting death another one. Experiencing adulthood, another one. Vowing marriage, yet another one. Fatherhood...that’s where things changed. Seeing some tiny thing that looked the exact copy of himself felt oddly warm. Watching the tiny thing rise to his feet felt oddly warm. And the tiny thing’s smile towards him felt oddly warm too. Well, everything the tiny thing did felt oddly warm. Dang, fatherhood had softened his edges more than what he’d thought.

When four years were noted from his tiny thing’s life, the child had already become an heir of his Explosion. The first sparks of the powerful power lived in those little hands, making the heir ever so alike his father. But life had to ruin it all- no, his heart had to ruin it all._ His personality.

Dynamight’s child was fearful, quiet and unlikely calm. His opposite. And that didn’t help maintain his Quirk, causing his heart to weaken every passing day. Explosion required rough emotions and sharp reactions, which the heir certainly didn’t harbor. And that was a problem, an obstacle every time he’d deal with his Quirk. And it could cost his life and Katsuki wouldn’t stand watch.

The top hero would rather commit suicide than go back to his old ways- ways he’d prayed that would perish from his memory. All that sick side that was once part of his. And he hated it, despised it. Yet, here he was. All back to square one without his will. Back to being rough and aggressive. He was destroying his image of a ‘dad’, and he knew it. His tiny thing should hate him. He should resent him in order to survive. It was the only way. That was the only way for him to put up with his power that he passed on to him. To harbor hatred and anger. It sickened him but there was no choice. “Watch your step! Too slow.” the training grounds of the Bakugo household were deafened with sounds of continuous explosions and cold rough yells. “You’re damn weak, pipsqueak. You’re no good.” words and words that were forced spewed from Katsuki’s mouth, his chest tightening with each one of them as he backed to the side, letting the child fall onto the hard concentrate. “Disgraceful! You call that a hit?! A failure, aren’t you?”

His child wasn’t a failure, he was his everything. He was the opposite of his words. He was his tiny thing. His teeth gritted as those burning crimson eyes of his watched his child backing away from the explosions in his hands, soon the latter ushering away to cry to his mother. He knew his child’s heart was hurting, just like the burns in his hands. An aggressive huff escaped him, and he slammed his fist into the ground, causing an explosion that rocked the ground. "God damn it!" he bawled, his voice echoing through the empty training grounds. He was tired of it all.