hear my mother's voice, a harsh echo from the past that I'd tried so hard to bury.
Flashback: A Distant Memory
I was a child, maybe six or seven, sitting on the living room floor surrounded by toys. The room was cluttered, and the distant hum of the TV played in the background. My mother, Mitsuki Bakugo, was pacing back and forth, her usual stern expression fixed in place.
"Katsuki, why can't you just behave like a normal kid?" she snapped, her voice cutting through the air. "You're always so loud and aggressive. Why can't you be more like the other children?"
I looked up at her, confusion and hurt in my young eyes. "But I'm just being me, Mom."
She sighed heavily, her irritation not masking the disappointment in her voice. "You're always too rough, too loud. You're not pretty or charming like the other kids. You're more like a little monster. No one wants to be friends with a monster."
The sting of her words was sharper than any physical pain I had ever felt. I tried to hold back tears, but they slipped down my cheeks, betraying my hurt. Her words seemed to cut into my very soul, embedding themselves in my sense of self-worth.
Present Day
The memory faded, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I had worked so hard to build a facade of strength and confidence, to prove that I was more than the monster my mother had called me. Yet here I was, facing a challenge that seemed to mock everything I had tried to overcome.
In the mall, surrounded by racks of clothes and the enthusiastic yet doubtful girls, I felt the old fears creeping back. The thought of the pageant—of being judged and possibly ridiculed—felt like a direct hit to those old insecurities.
3rd POV
As Bakugo stood amidst the bustling mall, his mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. The memory of his mother's harsh words had resurfaced, casting a shadow over his determination. The idea of being put on display in a pageant seemed to bring those old feelings to the forefront.
The girls were discussing their plans, their earlier enthusiasm dampened by the realization of how challenging it was to make Bakugo fit the role of a pageant contestant. Mina, Jiro, and Uraraka had reluctantly admitted their doubts, their energy waning as they considered the magnitude of the task.
Mina looked at Bakugo, her expression a mix of concern and empathy. "You know, Bakbabe, we were really excited about this at first. But we didn't realize just how tough it would be to make this work, especially with you being... well, you."
Bakugo's eyes narrowed, the old wounds reopening.
Bakugo's POV
I glanced at the clothes they had picked out—bright, flashy outfits that felt like they were meant for someone else entirely. The thought of wearing something that screamed "pageant contestant" made my stomach churn.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the memories and the doubts.
none of these look good
*Bakugo just couldn't let go the words monster not normal ugly and so much more just haunting him.
3rd POV
every one already laughing at him after the countless try ones telling him it wasn't good or that it wasn't him after the last one he ran .. ran as fast as he could as hard as he could where ever he could all the way back to the dorms.
To Be Continued...
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UA PAGEANT?!
Romantik(bkdk story)Bakugo katsuki can be described as rough mean rude a pageant can be described as pretty poised elegant what will bakugo do when his name gets picked for class 1A( now 2A) for this years UA pagent what will be reviled and who will help hi...
