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Chapter 28 - Be more - L

After the intensity of emotions he faced the last few days, getting back to the basics was just what Bakugo needed.

Sitting in class as his homeroom teacher passed some notices. His eyes trailed along to see everyone around, something relieving about it. It was like he could take a deep breath without any repercussions. He could breathe and he did, in and out. His shoulders drooped as his hands glided against the shiny desk.

He wish the moment lasted longer but did he deserve it?

The world made its decision when training came along, just after the next lesson. For months they had coursework regarding it and they'd occasionally refine it for the deadline although most was set outside of school time. The project was simple: perfect a series of moves to represent your quirk and who you are. Like a professional dance sequence to show to others. It's fun, of course, Bakugo liked it a lot and it was one of the things he was best at. Flexing his quirk with style. He could not get it wrong and it's a step towards proving himself as a future pro-hero, all the best ones have their own moves. And months was more than needed.

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The deadline was about two weeks away. He had parts of it sorted but he didn't agree with the finishing stance. After shooting some fireworks in the air, he wanted to roll forward with his gauntlets spread out and then face the world.

Even though he tumbled, he faced the world with spice. Perhaps it was him overcoming his guilt or general stressors? An immense pressure sat on his collarbone as he stared at All Might's critique. He didn't like it, suggesting to instead remain in the air. The roll was "unnecessary" and could be polished. Hearing that disheartened him but he wanted to do the best so he of course did his best to accept the feedback despite his ego, visiting the junkyard after school. The area was desolate and the first that came to mind when he thought of a place to practice. He rehearsed the start of it and then kept his body in the air, spreading his arms out until he fell back to the ground.

It didn't fit well, or work in his eyes. The majority was spent on air so finishing it there was nothing interesting. He wanted to contrast with the floor to show his capability on ground, he wasn't only meant for the air. He had thought it through, purposely and intended. With taking All Might into account, the whole thing will need to change so the finale isn't a repetition. His intention was to contrast, but All Might preferred the consistency? The fustrated blonde couldn't agree with it. Was the other even on the same page? Okay, he is a teacher and the best hero right there with the most iconic actions but now he had to change it all with only limited time. What would he do? The themes and combinations needed to be created again, it wouldn't be good enough.

He forced himself to begin a new sequence, taking him into the night sky as the bitter hair hit his chest whilst he glided downwards, arms extended. The second half was improved but he didn't have any thoughts on where to begin. I could look at it later, he persuaded himself with growing temptation to get away from the location. The longer he spent here, the more sick he felt. His house was five minutes away so at least he had that.

The teen opened a door and scanned the living room, watching his mother chop some bright coloured shapes from afar. She didn't comment on his late appearance and he was relieved, stomping towards his bed without considering to talk to his mother about the school implications. How could he? She would further see him as incapable of a hero and reaffirm her dream for him. She never really wanted him to be a hero, not at all, she thought it was a great hit or miss and it could be done on the sidelines. In her words, a stable and well-paid job like modelling is what he wants. She was certain he did and whenever she had the chance, she would steer his drives towards it with how he was so talented at designing or that her family heritage was close to crumbling.