CH3 Downfalls and Determination
It's Golden Week. We get the week off to relax and have fun. I use it as time to go into the city to buy more art supplies and see what Japan has to offer art wise. My first day out was incredible. I saw lots of interesting things like ornate origami and beautiful calligraphy! The next day I go out to check on the art museum scene. It was wonderful to see how much care the Japanese put into their art. The gorgeous Ukiyo-e art pieces, the Kabuki paintings, the intricately carved Netsuke. It got late fast, so as the sun started to set, I made my way back to the school.
I was walking up a street and noticed some rowdy gangsters. I did my best to evade eye contact and avoid them. They were heading straight for me, so I decided to cut through the alleyway. I made a swift turn into the alley, with steps following behind me. "So whata we got here?" I turned around in a panic. They had noticed me, following me into the cramped, dreary alley. "Looks like a cute mouse is lost." A thug with a cigarette said. "Why don't we show the mouse around?" Said another thug with a face tattoo. "Yeah, you wanna come with us lil mousy?" Asked the cigarette thug. "N-no… I need t-to get back to m-my dorm." I stammer. "It's ok. We can walk ya back…" The thug paused. "After we hit up this party we're going to. Wanna come with?" He smirked creepily. "N-no… I-I'm fine!" His face changed. Then another thug, I assumed was the leader of the troupe, stepped in. "Well I guess this mouse doesn't like us." He grabbed my wrist. "We should show her a good time so she will change her mind." "No! Stop!" I cry. "It's so busy out there. No one will hear you scream." He grabs my other wrist and pulls the above my head. "Stop! NO! POLICE! Somebody help!" "I told ya already ya stupid broad! No one will hear ya!" He grabs my wrists in one hand, with the other he starts to lift my shirt. "NO!" I bawl. "Hey you! Get away from her!" A voice yells from above. I look up, it's that kid from class 1-A. Katsuki Bakugo. He flies in and lands on the thug and then charges at the other two. " You creeps are gonna pay!" He screams. He throws off a short blast their way. They start running. "Hey you bitches, get back here!" Bakugo yells. The thug who was about to assault me gets up. "Ahhh!" I scream. Bakugo turns around to see the thug trying to grab me again. "You little slut!" He huffs. "Aiyee!" I shriek again, holding my arms up in defense. "Don't you dare!" Bakugo howls. He charges for the leader. With a swift blast, he flies back over, kicking the guy in the face. "Are you ok?!" He barks. I nod, shaken from the whole thing. "Alright, I'm gonna go after those other punks…" As he turns to leave, the thug gets up, a knife in his hand now. He glares angrily at Bakugo. "Damn you kid!" He lunges. "Bakugo!" I squeal. Before I know it, I'm between the thug and Bakugo. The thug thrusts his knife straight into my side, slicing my left arm in the process. "Augh!" I wail in pain. Bakugo blasts to fly over me. "Argh!" He slams his foot hard into the thugs head. He turns to see me on the ground, bleeding. Then turns back to the thug, who's out cold, and starts to stomp on him screaming. "You dickbag! That's what you get for messing with me!" I grumble a little in pain. Bakugo turns back to see me pretty badly injured. He comes over and holds out his hand. "Hey, let's get you outta here…" I grab his hand as he pulls me up. He turns his back to me and motions for me to grab onto him. "HOLD ON!" He yells as he blasts into the air.
He stops at a conbini and gets first aid items, he then takes me to a rooftop to aid me. "Hold still!" He groans. I wince. "It hurts though!" "That's cause it's working!" I whimper a bit as he dabs on some antibacterial ointment and bandages me up. "Ok done." He huffs. I look down at my ripped shirt, now covered in blood. He turns around to clean up as I lift my shirt to ensure I'm not bleeding there too. "Ok, so let's get back to…" Bakugo turns back around to see me lifting my shirt. His face instantly goes red. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He shouts. "I'm double checking to see if I'm bleeding here too idiot!" I snap. Nope, just a graze, the wound on my left arm is more serious. He glances to see another mark, a scar. It's just below my third rib. "Hey wait…" He marches over and lifts my shirt. "WHAT THE?!" I shriek. He examines the scar. "Where's this from?" "That's none of your fucking business!" I hiss. "Not from today that's for sure!" He glares. "Of course not." He mutters. I just try hard not to think about how I got that particular scar. He shifts away. "It's getting really dark. We should head back to the dorms." Bakugo says. I look up, it's too late, the tears well in my eyes. They burn hot, like acid. He turns to see tears streaming down my face. "Wh-what's wrong now?!" He fumbles in a panic. "Damnit!" I mumble. "I'm so useless… How am I gonna do this if I continue to be so weak?" I clench my fists. Anger and resent spread across my face. "Whatcha sayin'?" Bakugo complains. I look at him, tears still flowing, scowling. "I'm weak aren't I?" I ask. Bakugo just stares back at me. "I take that as a 'yes'.." I yell. "God…" I trail off, turning away from him. "You could use more training…" Bakugo answers softly. I spin on my heel and walk back towards him. "Tell me how you really feel!" I say in his face. He stares at me in shock. "Well you need to train in combat of some sort. You can't always depend on your quirk alone." He adds. "If you do that, you may as well give up on being a hero.." He ends as he turns to face the almost set sun.
"Alright then!" He turns back towards me. " Bakugo, Katsuki. Will you train me in close combat?" I plead as I bow. "No! Why would I do that?" I grimace. "Because you said I need more training." "I meant ask someone else like Yaoyorozu-san. She has the same quirk as you." "No she doesn't…" I interrupt. "She creates inorganic materials only. And she must know it's atomic makeup. I don't need that information, plus I can create living things." I pause. "Thus training with her will only help my quirk. I've seen you in action. Your movements are calculated, deliberate. You are a good tactician. I need that physical intellect to get further in school and closer to my goal." "I said NO!" I get in his face. "Seriously! You tell me I need training and when I ask you, you refuse. I praise you and give you good reason as to why I'd ask you, and you deny me again!" I growl. "What the fuck is your problem? Got a stick up your ass?" "I don't have time to train newbies!" Bakugo retorts. I angrily pout. Then, an idea crosses my mind. "Fine!" I fuss. "I'll just ask that Midoriya kid. He had me sweating during the training exercise… I bet he will be an even better trainer." I smirk slyly. Bakugo starts to fume. "What did you say?" His rage growing. "I'm gonna go ask Midoriya-san. He's way stronger than you any-" "THE HELL HE IS!" Bakugo bursts. "I'll train you! Meet me at the rooftop of 1-A's building at sundown tomorrow!" He snarls.
He launches himself off towards the school. Noticing he left me, I scream after him. "You fuck head! You left me up here!" Realizing he can't hear me now, I bite my thumb and draw a large bird on my arm. I rip it out and fly after him. We reach the school grounds minutes later and descend. The bird disapears. "You jerk!" I scream. He turns and gives me a look of surprise. "Huh?" "AUGH!" I gripe in agitation. "You left me on the roof!" I flail. I start to blink as my vision blurs. "You jus can't think bout anybody but yerself…" I start to slur. I'm getting weaker. "What's wrong with you?" Bakugo questions, motioning to my movements. I begin to sway as I walk over to him. "Ya mae me o'er do m'self.." I can't think, I can't walk. I collapse. "Someone help! She needs to get to Recovery Girl!" I hear Bakugo yell. Another student runs over and they carry me off to the nurses office. I black out after that.