Dear Diary (Powerpuff Trio x Reader)

Understanding

Dear Diary,

Why Bakugou?

The question of the year...well, years considering my middle school friends have also been asking me that since I spilled the beans.

And it's not like I haven't always known the answer. I do, I just never told anyone coz I'm a little shit ahaaaa (¬‿¬)

Okay back to the big question, why him...?

Well, the answer consists of a long-ass explanation that I don't necessarily have to write in here but I'm only doing it to fill this diary which I got for nearly 2000 yen and I'll be damned if I don't fill it with sentimental shit.

Where was I again? Oh yeah. Why him...?

I'll just start with a brief history of me. Back then, hell even now I guess, I wasn't extraordinary. I wasn't anything important in particular with a unique characteristic to my name. I wasn't the prettiest, I wasn't the smartest, I wasn't the sportiest, boys didn't fawn over me, drama and my name were never in the same sentence...I wasn't even remotely popular let alone very social. Sure I had a few friends, three close ones actually, the others were just fellow acquaintances I called classmates and schoolmates.

In short, if you looked up boring in the dictionary, you would've seen my name scribbled down as one of the examples.

I was a nobody, an insignificant extra in the background as Katsuki would so lovingly put it. And to add sprinkles to the depressing ice cream, my Quirk wasn't even all that. It can't help me fight, all it does is help me hide from situations that I didn't want to get involved in. And maybe, turn things into other shit. But I mean, what's the point of it if I can't turn into another human being so that I can be them for a while and enjoy their privileges?

Nothing is the point. And you could see it in people's faces. Every time I would tell them about my Quirk, the first question they would ask is if I could turn into other people. And once I say no, all excitement would immediately die out of their eyes and be replaced by a look along the lines of "then what's the point of you existing?" or "I just wasted five seconds of my life asking.".

So yeah, I didn't need my point of view to know my Quirk was boring, I had enough outside help, thank you very much.

But you know the good thing about it all, I tried not to care. It kinda hurt at times, but I guess I could say I learned to live with it.

Plus ever since I got my Quirk, I never really bothered with it apart from accepting it as a part of me, like another left hand that would help me out.

Kids my age, well, those who had "capable" Quirks always spoke about being heroes in the future. Me? Yeah, there were talks between my parents and teachers of me being some kind of hero...police blah blah blah but come on, I wasn't cut out to be a hero. And it's not like I had a backup plan to begin with or other career choices. I was more of the type to go with the flow. Whatever life decided to throw at me, I'll just go with it and see where I end up.

See, growing up with that mentality, I came to view the world as a place where only privileged people, the perfect ones could make it and be successful. For the others like me, we would just continue our lives like the background characters meant to fill the world with life. Waiting to grow up, get some job then work until we die.

Well, that was up until middle school, second year.

When imperfect me officially met perfect him.

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Two years ago***

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