Flames Intertwining (Katsuki Bakugou Love Story)

Emotional Breakdown

For the next four days, things started to progress really well. Shouto told me he was trying really hard to use his ice and fire at the same time, and although he struggled a lot, he felt like he wasn't experiencing his usual weaknesses when just using one at a time. Bakugou wasn't talkative, which wasn't unusual, but he kept more to himself than usual, which I completely understood. I knew he was trying to reach for the top, as well as myself, but I guess he was taking this more seriously. I felt somewhat proud of him for having that mindset. He even stopped picking on everyone, and took less notice of them when he walked by, instead of insulting them. He would either be in his room, or in the gym. He would occasionally text me, but nothing relating to our training, which I didn't mind. I wasn't in the right mind to think about it. I still struggled with figuring out an ultimate move. It soon turned into me becoming isolated from everyone for those few days. Everyone seemed so pumped for figuring out their moves, while I couldn't think of anything unique. They say that all Quirks are unique, while in my case, I was only a mistake. A copy. Someone who couldn't step out of their father's shadow. If anything, I sometimes couldn't step out of my brother's shadow. It sounds horrible to say, but it was the truth in my eyes. Although we trained together, Shouto was always the one who needed to be better. He was trained to be the one to surpass All Might. In my case, I was only trained as a replacement for my father if he ever retired. I should cast all the blame on my father, which I do, and not feel isolated from my brother as we helped each other throughout our childhood, but seeing him grow from never using his left side to who he is now, I feel he doesn't need my support. He's one of the most powerful students in class. He clearly didn't need any more help. His weakness before was his right side freezing up, and because he refused to use his fire to melt the ice, I would help him. If my skin felt terrible, he'd use his ice to calm me down. I was used to this. However, now that he used both sides, he had either side to help him with his weaknesses. I felt so attached to having someone help me with my weaknesses that I felt like I couldn't rely on myself. In those few days, I remained far away from everyone, only communicating through my phone. I wasn't in the right mind to speak to them. I had to focus.

While everyone was having dinner, I took Ectoplasm's advice and headed to the development studio. It was late evening, and I was afraid if it was closed, but when standing outside the door, I heard loud banging and yelling. I slowly slide the door open.
"Excuse me," I bluntly said, peaking my head in. I saw a girl with pink hair and a shorter man, who I recognised as the Pro Hero, Power Loader.
"Hatsume! I know I said you could stay late, but you're destroying too much equipment!" yelled Power Loader. The girl giggled, seemingly ignoring the hero.
"My baby is almost complete. I only need to go through a couple more mistakes before it's perfect!" she giggled, her eyes full of sparkles. Power Loader sighed and turned around, facing me.
"Ah, hello. How can I help you?" he said, coming towards me. I looked down at him, holding the case containing my costume.
"I've come to request a costume upgrade, suggested by Ectoplasm," I said, handing him the case. He took it and started going over the paperwork of my costume.
"What is it you wanted to upgrade?" he asked.
"My Quirk lets me use fire, so I use a material that's fireproof. However, if I start to overuse my Quirk, my skin starts to burn and permanently damage me. I already use a material that soothes my skin, but after Training Camp, and by the suggestion of Ectoplasm, I would like to request to use a much stronger material that helps with my developing Quirk," I explained. Power Loader nodded as he listened, reading over my file. He was silent for a while until he looked up to me.
"I think I don't need to send this over to the design company for them to approve, as it seems you've already done so for this type of material, so I can simply do this myself," Power  Loader explained, and began typing on his computer, "it seems that your suit contains a mechanism that regulates your skin temperature, especially in your hands and feet," he said, reading my information out loud, then typed out something on his computer before turning to me, "what I can do is thicken the material and upgrade the minimum temperature on your suit to almost freezing temperature, so that you'll use your Quirk more and not have to worry about overusing it. Does that sound good?" I gave a small smile.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," I said. He nodded and continued to type.
"Luckily, it will just take a day to do this upgrade, so you'll receive your costume tomorrow morning before your training," he said, taking my costume out of its case and laid it down on the table. I bowed to him.
"Thank you, sir," I said before he dismissed me. I felt slightly relaxed hearing this information. I looked forward to the new upgrade, but still felt the weight of my thoughts roam around my head. I knew I had to take steps on not relying on anyone but myself with my own Quirk. All my life I wondered how I could use my Quirk and think of ways to get others to help me when I overuse my Quirk. My mind started to run and my emotions started deteriorating. I felt detached from others, not wanting to share my thoughts with anyone, not even Shouto or Bakugou.

When I got my costume back, I continued to keep my distance from everyone. Every morning, I'd get up early and eat my breakfast first, then head outside for fresh air and a small stretching session before training. When everyone met up with me outside the dorm, asking how and where I was that morning, I'd vaguely replied, giving one word answers, or simply nodding my head. I felt so rude doing this, but I couldn't help myself. I even ignored Shouto when he tried to talk to me. I would give blunt replies and try my best to avoid him. It was then that Bakugou lost his temper. One evening, when I left the common room as I heard the girls coming in, that I was pinned to my dorm door after walking upstairs.
"Why the fuck are you acting like this?!" he screamed into my face. I tried to keep a calm and emotionless face, but my eyes and lip twitched.
"I've been thinking," I said, trying to keep my voice low, but it sounded oddly trembly.
"Don't lie to me!" yelled Bakugou. His grip got harder on my shoulders.
"I'm not lying!" I said, my voice a little louder.
"Does that mean you've got to ignore me and everyone, even your brother?!" he screamed. My lip trembled, and I felt a tear fall down my cheek. Bakugou's eyes widened in surprise. I loosened my body, letting myself slip from the door to my knees. Bakugou followed me down to the ground. I let my head fall onto his shoulder as I let out more tears. I couldn't believe I was crying. It felt like years since I had cried this way, and now it had to be in front of Bakugou. I felt so embarrassed. I buried my head into my hands, silently crying without control. Within a few seconds, Bakugou's strong but gentle hands quickly wrapped around my head, pushing me into his chest. It was silent between us, except from a couple sniffs and sobs from me. I tried my best to be quiet, but it clearly wasn't working. I was worried on what Bakugou was going to say. He simply pulled me close and waited for me to calm down. It was a couple minutes before I started to breathe normally, wiping away my tears. Bakugou pulled my chin up and stared kindly into my eyes.
"Tell me what's wrong... baby..." he quietly said. My heart pumped hard as he said that. My shoulders shuddered as I tried to control myself.
"I... I'm trying to step out of the shadows..." I mumbled. Bakugou kept silent as he stared deep into my eyes. He wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, waiting for me to speak again. "You even told me that before... but it's so hard when you're copy of someone."
"Tch," he said, his eyes evading mine as he looked down, "You're not a copy. You're just overthinking your family situation. Even that half-and-half has realised that, even when he didn't fight me properly." He began to grumble and I scowled at him. He cleared his throat. "What I'm tryna say... you're unique, even if you don't think so. You've done so much with your Quirk to be where you are now. You... saved my ass, even when I told you not to. You'll be forever known as the girl who made a stand against your old man, one of the best pro heroes out there, and you've at least got a heart towards others, even taking... mine." My heart fluttered. It even made a small tear rush down my cheek as he said this. He wiped it off again. "There's no room for tears here. You're fine. You've just got to be the one who thinks of something unique that makes you stand out even more than you do. But... not too much... you're still mine..." he began to mumble his last words to me, avoiding eye contact. I began to smile for the first time in a while. I couldn't help but throw my arms around him, causing him to stumble back a bit.
"I love you..." I said, burying my head into his shoulder again, this time from passion. Bakugou chuckled and wrapped his free arm around me, holding me close. We synced our heartbeats as we stayed here for a couple minutes. It wasn't until he suddenly pulled me away.
"Don't you dare try and pull that silent treatment on me again," he growled. I smirked. Bakugou was back to his normal, angry self. I didn't care. It brought me comfort. I giggled quietly as I took his warm hand into mine, pulling it close to my chest. He started to pull me up off the ground, giving me another warm hug, pushing my back against my door. It was quiet for a few moments until he pulled my face up, locking his lips with mine. I had missed his warm lips. They made me feel so light and carefree. I didn't notice the world around us anymore when I was entranced by his lips. He pulled away after a couple minutes.
"I'm going to bed. You'd better sleep, too. Don't start crying again," he said. I gave a weak scowl until I smiled and nodded. He gave me a warm smirk and started to walk away.
"Oi!" I said when he was a couple doors down. He turned back slightly. "You didn't say it back, idiot."
"Didn't say what?!" he yelled. I facepalmed myself, trying to hold back a giggle. I heard him grumble to himself.
"Speak louder, dumbass!" I yelled.
"I love you, too! You happy?!" he yelled, beginning to walk away. I could tell he was bright red. I smiled as I watched him walk down the hallway and out sight.

I am now when you're with me.