Flames Intertwining (Katsuki Bakugou Love Story)

UA Sports Festival: The Finals

Keeping to myself and staying in the dark corridor, I let out more tears. I've never felt this much pain in my life. I thought having my whole side being ripped out by my mother was real pain, but the continuous scar that was recently killing my heart was what hurt the most. Crying silently, I slide down agains the wall, clutching my knees, only feeling the cold tears run down my face.

"Papa! When can I do training like Shouto?"
"You won't."

"Ah, Shouto looks tired. Can I do something to take over?"
"He's fine. Shouto, stand up!"

"Papa... I want to be like Shouto..."
"Homura! You won't ever be like him! You're nothing but an extra! Go and do your own training now!"

I hated the way he treated me, but I always kept my mouth shut about it, even to Shouto when he wasn't there listening to what that scum was saying to me. As I continued to cry, I lifted my hand to feel my wet face. The last time I remember crying like this was when was around 10, having burnt my skin again, but it got so bad, that it had almost killed me. As I explained to Bakugou, if I overuse my fire, the blood in my veins starts to boil, leaving a mark on my skin. However, if I continue to push myself, the burn would spread internally, running through my veins and into my heart, that could stop it completely. I was admitted to hospital that day, the doctors warning me about overusing my Quirk. That was the first day I found out about that death threat within me. My father claimed he had nothing to do with my injury, even though he told me to train my flames all day, resulting in that happening. I clutched my knees, shaking a bit. I hate him. I hate him so much. He only thinks about himself and no one around him. I bet even his workers at his agency don't like him.
As I sat there, I heard the faint explosions of Bakugou in his match. As I was still in the same corridor from when I entered after my match, I watched the silhouette of Bakugou enter the stage for his fight against Tokoyami. Even though I wanted to see it, I didn't find the strength to even stand up. All I could feel was the overflow of tears. Bakugou gave me a strength that I never felt before, and I wanted to see him in action all the time, seeing his determination to come out on top. As I glanced over the stage, I noticed it was covered in smoke. As it cleared, I noticed Bakugou on top of Tokoyami, Bakugou grinning down at him. Midnight announced Bakugou as the winner. This means Bakugou would fight against Shouto. Huh. Wonder how that'll turn out. As the match finished, I watched Bakugou come down from the stage, rubbing his arms. I turned my head into my knees, trying to hide my tears.
"Tch, there's no point in hiding," growled Bakugou, coming near me. I buried my head further into my knees, trying to wipe away my tears. I heard him roughly sigh, and felt him stop next to me. I heard him crouch down, his breathing getting louder as he came closer. "Come on, you know you can talk to me," he said, his voice sounding rather soft. Reluctantly, I rose my head, exposing my wet face and swollen eyes. I never expected him to see me like this, and I felt embarrassed that I was acting this way. However, he seemed to brush past that, and brought his hand to my face. He brought his large fingers under my eyes, wiping the last of my tears. I felt a nervous blush come onto my face, but having felt his fingers there, I let my eyes fall onto his palms, slightly leaning my head into his hands. I looked down in shame.
"Why was I even thinking I could win?" I said in a mere whisper, "I just wanted to prove that I wasn't weak and that I could use my power to outsmart Shouto and show people that I'm not someone who shouldn't be looked at twice."
"Stop saying that," growled Bakugou, his hair shielding his eyes. I glanced up at him, unsure of what he was doing. "You say that you're weak, but you're not, you hear me?" His voice seemed to get lower and angrier. "I saw your brother's face when you lit the whole stage on fire. I could see you winning." He looked up at me in rage. "Why did you back down?!" My eyes widened in shock, but they lowered again, avoiding eye contact.
"It wasn't worth it," I muttered.
"Why wasn't it?" he growled.
"No one seemed to be watching," I mumbled.
"Everyone was, you idiot! What are you talking about?" he half yelled. I tensed my fists around my knees again.
"Someone specific didn't even seem to pay attention to me... only Shouto," I mumbled, and let his hands slip out of my face and let my head fall into my knees. Bakugou was silent, taking in what I said, when I felt his strong hands push my shoulders roughly into the wall, forcing my head up.
"Don't be such a push over!" he yelled directly to my face, "just because that one person isn't watching you doesn't mean you should just give up! The point of being a hero is to win! If you don't think like that, then why the hell do you want to be one?!" My eyes widened at his speech, making me think back to my mom.