A/N: This one is totally drabble length. But, I knew the moment my friend who made this list (again, not knowing what it would be used for) said the 'B' word was bronze that it would end up something like this. I'm rather happy with how it turned out all the same.
Disclaimer: I forgot it on the first one, but I don't feel like editing and updating it. But as always, I own nothing.
At one point he had given up. Of course 'giving up' meant not trying at all, and still being at the top of his class. Even like this, he felt that no one could touch him. It irked him to know that he could be doing so much more, but being the third born son, he also knew his place.
Bronze. Not gold, not silver, but bronze. He still placed and his praises would still be sung, unlike his sister. But he could never outshine his older brothers. That wasn't entirely true either; he could with any amount of effort. Yet he knew, that as the one who was born into placing bronze, he never should.
He was a bird trapped in an abnormally small box. His wings would never be fully stretched, but he should still sing his pretty song.
Then the idiot came. He tried his infallible patience. He wreaked havoc on his demeanor. He cracked his pleasant mask. At one point, he was worried the dunce might have splintered his sanity.
Then the challenge came. Such simple words left his giant idiotic mouth. He doesn't even remember exactly what was said. The message was clear all the same. Why not try? Why not spread your wings? Why settle for bronze when you know you can get the gold?
From that moment on there was no settling. There was no being trapped in a small cramped box. There was definitely no bronze.
Kyoya would get gold or he would die trying.