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Welcome beautie’s !
To this little blog, that i’ve created! :eyes:
Just want you’ll to know,
that your each special,
In you own way :sparkles:
But let’s get to
the blog now, shall we?
Well thank’s for stopping by, i’ve again created another story that I hope you’ll all love.
I get it now, that the first one I ever made here just wasn't good enough, and as so, I accept that!
I decided to work really hard on this one. And hopefully it’s well written from top to bottom.
Today however, our story features Bakugo and Deku in a short fuse!
Surprise, surprise ! Ironically am actually writing about Bakugo too-
Though I took my time to study him, I felt this character needed a dialogue of his. And honestly i did my homework like no other, and got enough to just make a simple story about him and Deku!
The story here dosen’t really have romance, despite the title- it clearly features Bakugo and Deku’s short battle.. much description can’t be counted. I took the time today to face, bakugo’s hate for madoriya. I didn‘t think I’d ever face this.. :sweat_smile:
I didn’t exactly understand at first, why Bakugo hated Deku so much, yet watching more of the Fandom (still being in season 1 however-) i’d learnt quite little about his hate for madoriya but have gotten to learn a little bit more, to my understanding.
It seem’s the problem here may be Izuku’s motivation! I as well don’t get it, but honestly that’s just what I love about Deku, his motivation is beyond number’s. No matter what he still see’s a reason to give it his all. Same goes for each of the character i’ve got to learn from, their each Unique, and tell very different stories that I try to learn from. As i keep exploring the fandom, I hope i’ll learn more!
But for now, let me just step aside and let you go on with your reading. Also feel free to tell me what you thought of the story, if i’ve left anything out or just made a few or a lot of errors please don’t afraid to say so. But however if you loved the story, don’t be afraid to leave a comment !
Warning; violence and a little bit of gore (perhaps) but please be warned, this includes a character almost dieing and some other sensitive topic’s. so if this bother’s you don’t go on with your reading.
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Catching his breath while he lifted his head up, the furious hero got ready and cledged his fist’s, ready to strike again and this time with no mercy. No, furious could not describe the anger he felt at this stunning moment. He had rage flowing through his vein’s, and now was about to attack at any second. “If you sit still Deku, am still gonna kick your ass.” the furious male spoke up, now standing up straight holding his head up high with a smile ever so deceiving, just enough to fool his opponent.
“Kaachan..” the other muttered, holding his injured arm, he looked at the other hero and could see it all with it being the obvious. He had hatred, flowing through him and would stop at nothing till he won this battle. Feeling saddened Izuku bowed his head and stared down at the ground for second’s, his long green lock’s of hair brushing against his face as he contemplated going further with his word’s or not. He now bore an injured arm, which brought fortune to the angered hero but Izuku for now didn’t feel satisfied. He wanted to know, he wanted to know why the one person he took as his dearest friend, hated him so much. It hurt to think about it, but he wanted to for once ask this question.
He’d never before wanted to ask this question, though he’d known him from childhood. It didn’t still mean, he hadn’t understood why it’d taken so long for he himself to figure it out, but he put the pieces of the puzzle together and know was at square 1. How he’d finally discovered this for himself, was an unfortunate decision that he’d made the other day, leaving him here..to stand before the individual he cared for so much. It not needing much of an explanation, it was quite obvious. Yes it was! He was unaware– no, infact oblivious is the word to be used. He was oblivious to the truth, and had a blinded friendship unraveling itself before him. Leaving the concept of hope and faith. Now back to the pieces, that friendship was easily turn apart.
What could he possibly do? He was left with nothing: possibly standing a chance of getting killed, if he was unable to defend himself. He had moment's that reminded him of the stinging injury settled on his fair skin, making the another quiet groan crawl out of his lips. The ever bitter taste of defeat, but at the same time defeat tasted bitter and felt quite painful. Not painful because of stinging injury on his left arm, but painful instead to know the truth. He couldn’t bare it anymore, he didn’t overall need this– he just wanted his friend Bakugo back, and would be willing to stop at nothing till thing’s returned to the way they where. “Please...” he now begged managing to look up, the tear’s building in his eye’s quite visible for anyone afar to see. “I beg you, stop. This isn’t-”
He paused for a moment being interrupted by his cough. Coughing a little longer, the boy dropped to his knees and coughed a bit more before stopping to take a deep breath, to put himself at ease.
The hit’s he’d received almost cost him his life, and now he felt breathless as though he was about to loose conscience, his sight eventually grew dim and weakly he rose to his feet pulling himself together. His gaze diverted to his opponent who looked disgusted at the sight of his weakness. “What’s wrong with you, Nerd?” he sneered more annoyed than before, his brow’s raised his teeth still being gritted: it seemed it had disgusted him too, to see him weak on the ground.
Madoriya in his plight felt a sudden rush of anger flow through his veins like that of a swopping wind gushing in, he clutched his left arm despite the pain and gritted his teeth as well. The pain on his arm springing up at every moment, the exhaustion leaving his body damaged along with his leg’s wanting to give in, how could he simply compose himself? He wasn’t angry at bakugo, but instead he was angered by his words: why did he suddenly feel weak, and let his ‘friend’ watch him tremble. The weakness was something he couldn’t control, but he felt disgusted at himself for wanting to break.
He couldn’t handle it anymore..he was going to do it– he was going to continue the match and overall tell bakugo how he felt. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he finally released his left arm from that of his right hand’s grip, and stood up straight. “Bakugo this isn’t you..I promised I wouldn’t give up, though I seem weak – i can’t let you win..am sorry.” he uttered finally making eye with the other hero standing before him. Pure silence emerged from the two, and before Izuku knew it he went flying backwards crashing against the wall at the last second. The painful grip he felt before falling to the ground now laying flat, he handn’t realized it but catching his breath he realized that why talking bakugo actually punched him– in the gut, sending him flying straight to the wall of their cafeteria.
Izuku struggled to get on his feet again, and for a moment wanted to just give in and just die. Yet... he knew he couldn’t do that, he promised to fight to the end and that was exactly what he planned to do. “Am not... giving up,” he muttered below his growl and curse, so gently he rose up struggling to stand as he felt his leg’s wanting to give in. His resistance to defeat not only suprised his opponent, but instead angered him more making him send another punch flying straight for Izuku, but this time a punch that contained both strength and fire. Physical fire at that. “Am gonna kill you!!” bakugo screamed at the top his lungs, sending his flying but last punch straight for Madoriya. With that Izuku stared at what seemed to be his end, and at that moment tried his best to shield himself from the punch using what was known to be his first move ever created. It had been quite a while though, seeing he’d stopped using that move, due to the fact it always left him with broken fingers – at a time like this though, he couldn’t help but ignore that fact and instead set himself for impact using his left injured arm he uttered the word’s that he’d not used in a long time.
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“Solar, flair!”
he screamed. Both blast’s colliding leaving a single flair of destructive light that brought a rush of wind that was able to send anyone flying– if not able to get a good grip of themselves of course. Bakugo however held his ground and used both arms to shield himself. Now with the blast eventually clearing up, there was no sign in particular of Madoriya. Though Bakugo tried, he scanned the area from to to bottom till..he found him, lying flat on his back, eye’s closed and scratches on his face. Part’s of his costume ripped apart, starting from his gloves to shoulder length on his left arm, revealing freshly exposed- not to mention but injured skin, looking burnt.
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Bakugo staring at what looked to be the defeated hero, lying on the floor motionless. He couldn’t or didn’t understand why he just laid still– not till he realized what he had possibly done. “Could he be...?” he uttered, both orb’s of blood shot eye’s increasing as he stared at him. Slowly approaching the breathless hero, bakugo at first knelt by his side and stared down at him wearing a dazed expression. Had he possibly gone too far this time? Perhaps, or Izuku could be fooling him. Shaking him a bit at first Bakugo got no response, and eventually just remained on his knees staying silent while he stared at what was – his hand work. ‘‘Am...sorry..” he finally muttered with tear’s gathering together, he actually hadn’t noticed till a tear streaming down his cheek falling down on Izuku’s injured arm.
He hadn’t expected that apology from himself, it although was what some people would have loved to hear from him – it was what *his* classmates would want to hear from him. Come to think of it, the look on their faces once they found out what he’d done to Deku was unimaginable: it was unimaginable, because he couldn’t bring himself to thinking about it. If he had to guess, they would wear expression’s of anger and hate while glaring at him. Thinking of it was just enough to make him sick to his stomach. He finally released it, and let himself go sobbing quietly while muttering. “Am so, so sorry Deku..” he ran both hands though his hair uncontrollably, while the tear’s carried on streaming down his cheek’s.
In that moment however, Izuku luckily flinched a bit, his right hand moving. At first noticing this, bakugo wiped his tears away quickly and stared down at the injured boy with the hope he would live. Opening both eye’s revealing green orb’s Madoriya hesitantly sat up, hissing a little from the pain and at first just looked to his side to see Bakugo. “Kaachan...?” he uttered with confusion, now holding his injured left arm.
Bakugo at first face to face with Izuku blinked a few times, before falling back to sit. “What the hell? Where you.. faking this all along?” he asked at first worried that he’d caught him crying–and had possibly heard him apologising. Yet fortunately Izuku just looked down for a moment before facing him again and shaking his head sideways very slowly. He hadn’t been faking it of course, who the heck would fake that?
Apart from that Bakugo felt a wave of relief, and at instant rose from the floor. He looked down at Izuku for a moment, before growling under his breath and taking a turn to leave. “Am sorry, Kacchan..” he froze at instant. It was- Izuku apologising, this however wasn’t the first time. This time however he said it, making it feel so true and almost made him want to cry again, yet he wouldn’t allow that, he was definitely not the crying type. He only turned a little with a brow raised. “Whatever..” he managed to respond facing the direction he was heading again, and carried on with his steps.
Izuku still seating felt a little accomplished, and managed to smile but eventually tried to stand but couldn’t exactly feel his leg’s it was till then he realized he couldn’t exactly walk.
Bakugo in the distance, had both hands in the pocket’s of his uniform as he stared down. It was impossible to believe, but he had almost killed Madoriya today just because of some personal loathe he had for him. He some what recalled this being his idea and cursed at himself. Not like he should care, but he couldn’t help it. Something that always seemed to be a dream of his, now that he got to experience it, it was a complete nightmare. Luckily it was over, Deku fortunately was still Alive– and after all this, he had some what learnt something from this. He would moreover let Madoriya be for now, the next time he challenged him he guaranteed that he would not show him mercy.
“Um, Kaachan..?”
“what?”
“hehe- uh, I can’t get up”
“So?”
“Could you please help me?”
“No.”
“But.. Kaachan?”
“Help yourself Deku!”
“But I can’t... ”
“Leave me alone,”
“Come on, Kaachan.. ”
“I said leave me, alone!”
“Am sorry, please help me.. ”
“No!”
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