A/N: Hey, Y'all! I wrote a whole six drabbles today! That's right, you can't count that number on one hand! Well, you could, but you need to use the segments, and I, for one, am not good enough at math for that :/ Anyway, thanks so much to the fabulous Song Of Shadow, fencer29, and 2c660(that might be a guest name but I'm thanking them none the less) for leaving your wonderful reviews on previous episodes; your words are appreciated, your thanks made my day, and your questions I was happy to answer. I'm back in school again, so writing is getting harder, but I'll keep trying my best to continue working on S2 some more. I do warn you that this set of drabbles probably has the most depressing stuff in it of the series so far. This is my opinion, but this warning is as true as ever. I don't know why people who couldn't take the angst would be watching the show in the first place, but I still want to put it out there. I hope you enjoy my writing, and I wish you a happy day.

Spoilers for S1 of My Hero Academia. And don't forget to smile, because it's a wonderful day to be alive!

Episode: S1 Ep 8 - Bakugo's Starting Line

Rating: K+

Warnings: there's some real depressing angst in here(what's new)

Summary: Todoroki is an alien without emotions, RIP Yuga's cape, All Might is blue about being grey, Izuku got some cheerleaders, Bakugo has decided to be Izuku for Halloween, and Uraraka is actually a mystic


Todoroki walked lazily up the icy steps, savoring the feeling of power. He stepped smuggly through the door, and advised his opponent not to move, lest lose the skin of his feet. He wished they had been stronger, but Todoroki knew that most people couldn't stand up to him.

He sighed a little, touching the 'bomb' to win the exercise, and shot one final cutting remark at his defeated rivals. There would never be one to challenge his throne, who was strong enough to endure snowstorms and volcanic power at the same time. Blessing or curse, Todoroki would never lose.


Yuga loved his cape. After all, it was part of his identity, and he wanted to keep it that way. He loved the way it flowed, the way it felt to be propelled into it by his laser, loved the rich shade of purple that was so enamoring.

Wherever Yuga went, he was filled with confidence as he felt his cloak behind him, always waiting for him there, spotless and perfect. Then, they had combat practice, and he'd gotten - no, Yuga couldn't even think about it - stains on his beautiful flowing cape of style. And Yuga cried for his cape.


"Is being the 'symbol of peace' really that important?" Recovery Girl had pressed him. All Might had responded that of course, without him evil would once more leak into the streets and banks, that villains would run rampart without the fear of one great hero who could stop them all.

And that was true - to an extent. Because even if he revealed he had been quirkless, even if he talked about One for All, he would still be a great hero, would still fight evil as a symbol of peace. All Might sighed. Nothing was ever merely black and white.


It's a weird feeling, Izuku thought to himself, as he was surrounded by classmates congratulating him, to expect negative emotions, or just nothing at all, and be greeted by the opposite. He hadn't gotten the chance to feel it very often either, always being pushed around, always being treated like a worthless pebble.

Izuku started to form a fist, merely out of habit, but stopped. Bakugo might want to hurt him more than ever now, but it didn't matter. He would meet him head, but also, it seemed - Izuku would meet him with his classmates cheering him from the sidelines.


Bakugo shouted helplessly at Izuku, because he couldn't look down on him anymore. Because he, Bakugo, was a weakling, who couldn't do anything right, who was so caught in the lies of his own ability that he hadn't even made a plan to begin with.

Bakugo shook with tears. He wasn't supposed to cry; Izuku was, because Izuku was weak. But now, Bakugo finally screamed the truth that had longed to spring from him, that he was weak, just another pebble. And Bakugo cried, as a testament that he would be like Izuku - fighting to the top through impossible odds.


"The fated battle between men!" Uraraka determined. The others brushed off her statement, each with their own understanding of the boys' intricate rivalry, ever present, ever interesting, but Uraraka was sure.

This event was something that had been destined to come for eons past. Nothing could stop it, for this race for the top was simply one chapter in this saga of feuds between divine powers. Regardless from where she had received this knowledge, it burned in her mind, like a one true torch of fact passed on to her. She promised herself that she would keep the flame burning.