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Rage.
Anger.
The entirety of Bakugou Katsuki was made by rage and anger.
But rage and anger too, had created an emotion that build up his identity.
Hatred.
Such an ugly emotion deeply seated within him.
He hated Deku for his helplessness.
He hated his middle school for its deceit.
He hated the society for its hypocrisy.
He hated the world for how unfair it is.
Mostly, his hatred was mainly pointed towards his own rage and anger.
The rage and anger that flowed in his flesh and blood.
The spread of heat pulsing inside him.
The entirety of Bakugou Katsuki’s soul kept burning, with such a bone-deep hatred.
Towards himself.
Such an ugly emotion- befitting his rotten self.
.
One day, he broke.
Bakugou Katsuki finally fucking broke.
A laugh- rough, yet full of helplessness resonated in the empty room.
So much for keeping those hatred inside him for years.
The dam broke.
(Surprise, surprise- or not, he mused)
And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to suppress it again.
And again.
And again..?
He dreamed of the day he was given a chance to escape the despair.
To escape from the sins of his past.
To escape from the sins of his ignorance.
To escape from the cruelty of being Bakugou Katsuki.
To save Midoriya Izuku from his tormentor.
A human masked of a demon.
Bakugou Katsuki.
.
Sins…
He had been trying so hard to atone.
But none of the atonement could quench the greedy thirst of the devils from his tainted past.
Fanning the flames of his hatred further.
God, he despised himself so much.
Truthfully, he doesn’t know if God exist, but if He does, Bakugou Katsuki prayed for His mercy every night.
Accompanied by a single streak of tear.
Alone and hidden.
Ashamed and humbled.
He waited patiently for his joyful day to come.
.
His ears ringed.
The echoes resonating within the air and high ceilings of UA building.
A familiar sound.
A sound that had become a part of him since he was five.
Explosions.
Distant yelling of a young firecracker.
He smiled.
A relief one.
God truly exists after all.
.
Sparks of explosions.
Pretty but dangerous.
Fascinating but blinding.
Loud but deafening.
Powerful but painful.
His dull carmine eyes sparkled- finally, upon seeing another pair of carmine eyes.
A blur of silver followed him.
.
Everything is fucking blurry.
It gave him headache, but it felt good.
He inhaled deeply.
Heavy scent of metal. A scream in the distance.
He exhaled.
After so long, Bakugou Katsuki felt lighter.
There is no more future of him.
He managed to do it.
He managed to kill his younger self.
Future is nothing without the past.
A part of him slowly integrates.
As he does not belong to this world, this present anymore.
So, he opened his eyes.
Red meet green.
Red doesn’t understand why green looked anguish.
Ah.
Looks like Red did shitty mistakes again.
As always. Honestly, what is Bakugou Katsuki without mistakes?
Red and Green clashed with each other.
He is loss at words, but he offered a small, genuine smile for him.
In hope that the other would understand him- (he does, but he's a fool to be in denial).
Thick red liquid stained his smooth cheeks.
Kacchan closed his pretty eyes again.
This time, for eternity of void awaiting him.
.
Green thinks Red is too cruel- too cruel and merciless to himself.
No number of explosions and fireworks, and no scent of burnt sugar could soothe his weeping heart.
For the person of his past, present and future is no more, now immortalized within the golden frame on his table.
For that Bakugou Katsuki had always been the constant and the love of Midoriya Izuku’s life.
Silver too, had been hiding under his pillow.
Dusted but remained gleaming under the moonlight.
Cold and left forgotten by its new owner.
As it no longer had any purpose to serve.
As Midoriya was never given a chance to give it to its new owner.
‘How cruel of you, Kacchan.’
Crooked fingers rubbing the edges of silver.
He sees red, the shade almost similar to his deceased beloved.
A spark igniting within him.
Like an old friend, familiar emotions spreading within him.
Anguish.
Rage.
And hatred.