Katsuki's Perspective
"I am a product of this Perfect society. I am making the world a better place. I am doing the right thing. I am Perfect" I whisper the mantra under my breath. My hands fly as I write. Page upon page are covered with ink, until entire books have been filled with this word, echoing in my head.
I write until every pen is out of ink. I stab the tip into my arm and I write with my blood. I carve these words into the walls, the floor, my body. When I am given food, I write with that to. Even when everything is taken away, I can scream the words. I must keep writing. I must keep going.
Perfect
Another pencil snaps in two, I don't dare stop writing. Not for anything, much less something as insignificant as a pencil
Perfect
My hand rips open the skin on my arms. Blood pours down my wrist, creating a beautiful vivid red ink. I paint he words onto the walls
Perfect
I'm painting the words in air now. I messed with things I didn't understand, these are the consequences. This is what I deserve
Perfect
I am screaming now. I cannot write, my hands are like lead. My voice his hoarse, but I keep screaming at the top of my lungs
Perfect
I can no longer speak. I collapse, and look at the word written all across the room. One thousand times, ten thousands time, the same word repeats, over and over
Imperfect
(Word count: 255) sorry it's so short. The real chapters will be longer, I promise. This is just a teaser of what's to come. I hope you guys enjoy, I worked hard on this
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Perfect-Todobaku
FanfictionKatsuki Bakugo lives in the only society he's ever known. Guarded by high metal walls, protected by emotionless androids. Free of crime, free of disease, free of everything that made humanity impure. And it's Perfect. Every single thing is Perfect...
