𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘.

⠕ :: SACRIFICE. ::

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‍ ‍‍ ‍‍                ➢ Bakugou sacrifices a piece of himself that he's kept hidden for years in order to renew his visions and goals.

‍ ‍‍ ‍‍                ➢ Author Note : This is a reedited version of a 2019 piece Sacrifice. I was never really happy when I posted it and got a lot of crap from friends that it wasn't my best work. Hopefully this revisit kind of redeems it's reputation.

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Time taken:: 7 hours

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Word count:: 1,129

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Topics:: Angst

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Characters:: Bakugou Katsuki

  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Type:: #ExplogencySRC

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ❍⠸ Art cr. @_tvilin

#writingmatters

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    You don’t know me yet, but you will.

     I can’t help but notice I’m someone not to be

     easily handled. My anger flares in cold dark

     waves of disgust; it sends anyone in close

     to run, shake in fear, cower away

     with arms thrown wildly over their heads.

    Yet you, you stay anyways.

    We met at my coldest days. Without a keen

     set of eyes nobody realized my own doubts,

     my increasingly daunting time; how endless

     my agony grew in spite of myself.

     These walls were not meant to be torn down.

     I wanted to keep them up and hold myself in

     high esteem forever. My only real hero was

     myself when I needed it the most. I was the

     person to be looked up to.

     Here I am, seeing myself open up to your

     every whim and call. The thought of

     someone seeing who I was when I couldn’t

     do so personally was relieving but, how you

     did it so graciously without us both

     acknowledging the shift, I find entirely

     beautiful of you.

     and annoying…

     As if ripping off a bandaid, you’ve shown me

     how far my depths really go. Where did all

     that anger disappear to? Abandoned me, my

     guard has left its post and you’ve taken full

     advantage of that. I’ve been called many

     things before in time but, you called me so

     much more with lighter senses.

     My name slipping from your lips sounds of

     sweet dreams and bliss. I find myself

     needing your presence surrounding me more

     and more desperately.

    Didn’t I use to only depend on myself? That

     feels so vague now, some past recollection

     of me I don’t want think about. Like it never

     existed.

     Help me forget this despicable part of me

     that turns hell freezing cold. Asking for

     has been a dread but if anyone were

     to see me for who I am, it is you. Always you.

     I don’t mind a damn second.

     Your eyes are so kind and your smile is

     unwavering. Your voice is honest and your

     touch is modest.

     Opening up like a bloom has been an

     experience with you. Though, terror struck

     me so often, you have still stood by, ready to

     envelop me again with your innocent

     understanding.

     We’re so different yet our comprehension of

     each other grew.

     Continue to let me know it isn’t wrong to let

     you in, just a little longer. Just be wary,

     theres dark paths that have been unmarked,

     you have no way of knowing what lays there

     in wait.

    I want to warn you and shield you away from

     who I am but you persist to be as stubborn

     as I am.

     There should be no fears but here they are,

     tracking down and holding more than I can

     ever muster myself to utter in words alone.

     Expressions give this foolish guy away.

     In response, you gave me that smile once

     again and reassured me about my worries. I

     don’t ache to be this vulnerable and

     dependent on you. I don’t enjoy showcasing

     that weakness I hid so well for years.

     How I found my protection in someone like

     you is beyond my knowledge or beliefs. I just

     know I am now longingly awaiting every door

     that is opened to be wrapped in that warmth

     of yours.

     Now that we’re here, can we share my pain

     together. Isn’t that selfish? Am I able to find

     some hope that it’ll all be okay soon?

     Show me it’s not a crime to reveal myself to

     you. Teach me how to sacrifice those walls I

     have built up to keep people like you out.

     Lead me to surrender to you once and for all.

      Who am I?

       I’m hopeful that you will let me know soon.

Bakugou thought about burning the paper at first though decided against it for being an obvious solution to getting rid of something as showcased as this. Ripping it apart didn’t seem too nifty either nor would let the words disappear from sight and mind.

He crumbled it up angrily before smoothing it open again, the paper look well over-done now with its multiple attempts of abuse. The words mocked him, made him sour, and left a utterly bitter taste in his mouth.

Only two things were really correct on the writing that he was sure would follow him for a lifetime; the feeling of annoyance and the constant affirmation on his foolishness.

He leaned over the bridges edge, the paper in his grip threatening to fly free from his grasp and into the water far below. Outside of Musutafu, the bridge that connected islands together was barely used and if anyone saw him deep in thought like this and not fishing like more erby’s did, it would cause plenty of alarm.

Though, Bakugou wasn’t that kind of guy. He was firm with that. If he really let go and sacrifed the parchment that held so many true thoughts and vulnerable wishes, would he really be able to return to that mercy again?

He screamed at himself that he was fine without it, didn’t need it, and knew better that it could just hinder himself into nothing but a burden.

The wind blew and he teased the paper between his thumb and index, watching it wave and the water below aching to drown it into its forgotten depths.

Bakugou just needed to let go of himself, right?

He took a breath, held it, went to oblige…

…then heard a desperate cry.

“Wait! Wait, wait! No no no no!”

Bakugou’s head shot up from its drooped nod, the paper strong in his fist now and whipping his gaze down to the sidewalk below where a red-haired idiot chased down a happily running dog with the leash hanging loose off his neck.

“Lola! Lola, please wait! Gahhh!!”

Annoyance. The feeling struck his mind and made him forget of his current mission, instead pocketing the sheet and pacing down the side of the bridge that lowered to the sidewalk path.

The dog had found her way up the steps and was more than gleeful to meet Bakugou half way; a stranger that she bounded to in greeting. Bakugou wrapped a strong hand to the free leash and walked her down the steps to her owner who only now just caught up, the sweat beating off his forehead and his red eyes droopy from exhaustion.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re so helpful man, I couldn’t catch up with her at all!”

“Keep your dog on a stronger leash then.”

The writing in his pocket would stay around for a little while longer and so did the wishful thinking that came with them. Kirishima had that touch to him that made it feel like all those things could come true.