Erased Individuality

A talk about you != Better, Faster, Stronger

"FUCK DAMMIT!"

Bakugou Katsuki fell flat on the ground for the hundredth time that day.

Or was it already two hundred? He'd honestly forgotten and it pissed him off to no end.

"I-I-I'M SO SORRY!" The timid elf eared boy apologised.

"Tsk..." Katsuki scoffed. After everyone got their ass kicked back to elementary by that annoying cartoon rip off, Katsuki thought that he was being smart and started small by trying to beat the weakest member of the Big 3. That plan fell flat after being Elf Boy who looked like he was about to have a panic attack worse than Deku in 3rd grade, beat his ass like his mother had after that very incident.

Well, he still didn't even know he was right about the 'weakest' part seeing that all of the Big 3 were freakishly good at fighting, like their entire lives had revolved around it. But what was worse was the gap that Katsuki felt was widening every single day, every single ass whooping he got at this camp. Or was the gap that wide to begin with.

"Whatever..." Katsuki groaned as he struggled to get up. "Again! I'll definet- defi- definitely get ya this-"

"Time out! Bakugou-kun!" The green cat lady who always looked high as fuck popped out of nowhere.

"What the fuck for!" Katsuki wobbled as he yelled, or tried to.

"I don't even need my quirk to see that you're almost out of juice! Amajiki-kun, could you help your kohai here to the medical tent we have over there! We should have a medical kit to patch him up and some ice water for the both of you to rehydrate."

"R-R-Right! This way Bakugou-"

"I'm fine! I don't need your-" *SPLAT*

"Bakugou-san!?" / "Bakugou-kun!?"

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Katsuki woke up with a splitting headache.

After a minutes of attempting to get up, failing and passing out again, Katsuki finally got his ass up to take in his surroundings.

He was on a cot bed in the middle of that tent that he vaguely remembered hearing about. On his right there were two other beds, one with Dunce Face spazzing out like he usually did, the other had some girl with Vines for hair sleeping peacefully like some maiden.

Right, it was starting to come back to him. Bakugou Katsuki took another beating and lost again.

He felt like absolute shit, the point of all this training was to get better and eventually beat that little Nighteye's favourite to kingdom come. But how the fuck was he supposed to do that if he couldn't even beat some timid bitch?

But at least Deku got his ass beat too, that was fun to watch.

Katsuki bit his tongue as he recalled that it was that same Deku who beat him even earlier this year, and if Katsuki couldn't even beat Deku how could he even stand a chance against Togata?

The more he fought, the more he trained, the more Katsuki felt like the path to being Number One. The path he saw so clearly when he was 4 years old, was becoming longer, further, and more unobtainable each and every day.

The more days passed the more Katsuki felt like he was useless.

"FUCK!!!" Katsuki almost let out an explosion in his anger, but winced as his head began to throb once again.

This day could not get any worse.

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How the fuck did this day get worse?