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Katsuki Bakugou was proud, determined, loud and brash, an asshole… everything but weak.
Weak.
He despised that word. Despised everyone who fit that word. That made his blood boil with pure disgust. He despised himself.
He disgusted himself.
So weak. Weak. Terrible. Stupid.
Not enough. He wasn't strong enough, he needed to work harder. Until his hands bled - more than that.
He had to be the best, to rise above them all.
But there was always someone better. Faster, stronger, smarter, popular. And they never had that same hunger as him. What were they doing that he wasn’t?
What-
“Hey, you’re enough.”
“What?”
“I just thought I should say that, you’re always striving for more. Sometimes we’ve got to pause and recognize our success, y’know?”
He just stared, unwavering shock on his features. Why the fuck would he care about what this person thinks about him?!
Why did he?
And why did those words stick with him so closely?
Maybe…
Just, in some future, he was.
He could be.
For you.
For himself.
“Yeah… I guess.”
You smiled.