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Katsuki got his board at fifteen. Wich was bullshit because he’d been wanting it for a year.
His mother had taken him to a shitty store and let him choose out of the options. Katsuki had scoffed, they were all basic as shit. But hed didn’t voice this. He took them off the rack and stood on each one, testing how he felt on them.
He reluctantly held on to the worker helping them, he wasn't dumb enough to think he wouldn’t fall on his ass, but hed be caught dead before he’d hold onto the hag for support. He didn’t feel very embarrassed, though. She was a nice lady who was fairly tall, and she thought it was funny when he cursed at the board, so not the worst situation.
It was hard to choose between the last two board, they were both simular but he was having a hard time choosing wich desighn he hated less. One had a plain blue with the brand name in the middle. The other was a white, grey and gold marble desighn, no brand name.
The hag had seemed to grow tired of his indecisiveness, pointing at the firs t on as the one she preffered. He picked the other one.
He got his trucks loosened a bit before leaving the shop, the lady waving them off.
….
His first time actually trying to skate, he wore the stupid elbow and knee pads. Not because he wanted to, but because his bitchy parents thought he might crack his head open. Wich he wouldn’t, he told them, swatting away the bulky helmet they tried to force him to wear.
He would only be trying the basics for that day. As much as he wanted to jump straight into it, most advice he had gotten was to just focus on the first steps.
He had set up it their backyard, simply standing on the board and practicing how to position his feet. He was goofy-footed. Then after he grew tired of that, he practiced just trying to push it with his foot without getting his full weight on the board.
By this time it was nearly dinner so katsuki set the board back in his room. He feels like he didn't accomplish much, but the slight ache in his ankles is satisfying.
He keeps practicing.
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Its been about a month, and Katsuki is proud of how good he is. He hasn’t mastered it but hes confident he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself. Even the hag and his old man have commented about it.
He skateboards every chance he gets now, which to his annoyance, isn’t as much as hed like. He doesn’t usually have alot of time for it, due to school and training for UA. He finds time in going to and from his shitty middle school. Its fulfilling enough (but annoying because he has to carry the board around all day). His damn classmated are nosy as fuck too, asking when he started learning, where he got his board from, if they can try it. He ignores them, even when one of them wants to race him, they aren’t worth his limitted time.
The weekend is what he enjoys the most. Two days of just him, his board, and light training. No shitty classmates, no parent and no annoying deku.
He spends most of the day speeding down streets and corners as fast as he can. He loves how the air asaults his eyes and skin and how his adrenaline rushes.
But he also love when he gets to slow down and enjoy whats around him. He gets to leisurely push his foot of the gravel and feel enjoy evenly bump of the road. He gets to watch the stare at the people and their children as he glides.
It ends when he gets home and has to deal with everthing again and he has to get ready to train or go to school the bext day.
Katsuki takes the exam and in 3 weeks and he gets an acceptance letter Ua. He celebrates with the hag and old man, his dream is coming true.
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He decides to finally change the bottom of his board. He wants to do it before UA.
He spends hours hunched over his board in his room, newspaper and paint bottles around him. He doesn’t even let his parents see until he’s done, but they’re nosy and try to catch a peak anyways. He doesn’t let the fuckers tag along to the store when hes getting the paint or the new weels.
Sitting cross-legged on his floor, Katsuki wipes his forhead of sweat, staring at his work with pride. The underside of the board has a bright orange as its base coat and in an aray of yellows, reds and oranges is an explosion painted over it. Over the explosion is “KILL” in bold letters. The letter is painted a red so deep its almost black. His trucks are painted matalic black and he replaced his old white weels for deep green ones.
The top has the bright orange crossing in an ‘x’ over the whole thing, a design he plans to have on his hero suit.
Hes covered in paint, and hes sure it’ll take a few washes to get it out of his hair and cloths. He grins. Hes ready for UA.
He shows it to his parents and they love it almost as much as him.
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He has even less free time now, which isn’t surprising. Between studying and training he has no time. Even his weekend are taken up with it, not to mention the healing and recuperating from shitty villain attacks apparently.
He still skates to school, though. It gives him a chance to ignore everyone, especially if they take the same walk route to school. And predictably, his classmates are all in his fucking business. But it doesn’t piss him off as much as he thought it would, especially when they compliment the design he painted on it.