🔊 quirk
/kwərk/
1. A manifestation of power in 80% human beings (scientific).
2. A distinguished part in a personality or person (archaic).
3. An extension of a person, there are three types of quirks: Emitter, Transformation, and Mutant (scientific).
What a nice quirk.' The nurse tells him, clamping a hand on his shoulder reassuringly whilst gripping his hand up with her other hand, tying her delicate, dry fingers around his wrist, opening up his palm that had been hidden by a clenched fist. Patting his back and urging for more, Katsuki can hardly concentrate with so much of her around him. It's annoying, but Mitsuki and Deku are looking for something in him and he needs to give it.
With a deep breath, trying so hard to suppress the feeling of pain lingering in his brain, he lets his quirk spark again. And holy might, it hurts. It hurts so badly, the burn pricks his skin and makes the muscles and vessels inside his hand to ignite with a terrible ache. He hates it, and miserable groan rips out of his neck, it sounds like a gagged sob.
And it was such a small blast too. Why was he cursed with this terrible thing? He was born with the ability to sweat nitroglycerin, as some emitter-type quirks have a mutant side, he was waiting for this. He knew his quirk was going to be strong, he had developed the tolerance to the nitroglycerin and it no longer made his head feel light like it had when he was a baby.
The people in his life had to build tolerance to his chemicals as well. It was only fair. It's a good thing one can become immune to toxins like nitroglycerin.
The nurse grips his trembling hand, hands tight on his quivering wrist, and he's afraid. They won't make him spark again, will they? He tries so hard, but the fear does something to him. Tied in by authoritative adults where listening was like second nature- he panicked, knowing he didn't have many options.
And sparked off again, it was bigger this time. His quirk looked like little stars if he took a closer look but he was soon bleary eyed and turning away, trying hard to fight from the older nurse's grip, pain overtook him once more, and another blast seared his skin- drying up the once moisturized expanse, and pulling at his arm, straining his muscles, and making everything there ache.
He never thought his quirk checkup would happen like this.
It felt like the skin on his hand was being torn open and held over bubbling lava, he wasn't sure if he was bleeding or not, he couldn't tell. The stars kept igniting themselves and he had no control!
None.
The booms wouldn't stop tearing through the air, and all he wanted it to do was end. His palms are throbbing but they force more of those ugly stars, with a sting that blurs his vision for a moment, to breach the air. His other hand reached to his eyes to wipe away tears, and then a sudden current of force took the uncontrollable one yet again, and it was noticeably the biggest blast yet. It makes him stagger back and causes the nurse to retract her hand and look at the burnt area of skin on the edge of her fingers from the impact. Landing on another person, he fears greatly it was the doctor but calms when the manicured hands of his mother's press on his shoulders.
He calms enough to try and wrangle down the blasts, and heaves in a great, easing breath, ready to thank her for placing him out of it- but then she kneels beside him, the words she speaks leaving a mark of pure dread, 'You're going to have to learn how to use your quirk if you want to be a hero, Katsuki.'
She only uses the word Katsuki when trying to softly persuade him.
Or when there's no other choice and she wants him to know it.
He breaks a little, sobbing and incoherently pleading like any four year old would, to stop it.
But she hands him over to another nurse after apologizing to the one who got injured, but the injured nurse just looks over Katsuki with an odd look in her eyes, before happily saying, 'It's OK! That kid sure has a strong quirk, huh?'
Why didn't she scold him?
Katsuki was expecting something like that.
In fact, the room was full of... reverence.
Awe.
Because of him?
But why?
All the quirk did was hurt him.
Katsuki didn't get it then.
They made him use his quirk for a while, despite how much he hated it. His reddened palms was peeling with skin and painted with dried blood, it hurt to touch anything. Katsuki had practically begged for them to cut the hospital visit short, and they called him brave.
Katsuki didn't think he was brave, he thought he was a little cowardly for that. But they went home finally. They were supposed to come in later this week to hear what his quirk was.
Katsuki hopes it's called stars. Stars are nice and powerful. They're not bad like explosions, they have a certain charm. Maybe it'll be easier to handle if they weren't something too dangerous like that.
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'Your quirk is explosion,' The doctor prescribes after explaining the core fundamentals of most of Katsuki's new extension, his studious eyes are skimming over the blond in front of him.
'What?' Masaru says with a laugh, looking to Mitsuki who nods her head with exaggeratedly wide eyes, surprised. 'Isn't that great Katsuki? Your quirk sounds so powerful!' He holds Katsuki's bruised hands up, but he doesn't reciprocate the joy around him, looking at his lap instead. 'Hey buddy, what's wrong?'
With a frown, 'I wanted my quirk to be stars.'
Masaru pauses, Mitsuki titters a little, but soon Masaru smiles slightly, 'I don't see why it can't be.'
'It can't be because it's explosion!' he explains with a growl in his tone, 'the doctor just said so!'
The doctor tries, 'Well, it can also be stars.'
'Now you're just saying that!' Katsuki whines.
'Katsuki,' Mitsuki sternly warns.
He lets out a mad hiss, although he backs down anyways. Looking at Masaru with a crestfallen expression before sighing and dripping his form in his seat. Turning towards the desk, eyes low enough to not even see the doctor.
They soon leave the clinic, and as they walk to the car.
'Hey, I think your quirk looks like stars,' Masaru comforts Katsuki, whom is still sulking, 'stars and explosions are very similar. You know- stars are actually suns--'
'Shut up, no they're not.'
'Brat! Don't talk to your father like that!' Mitsuki barks, patting the top of his head where she would usually slap it weakly. She probably decided Katsuki had gone through enough pain to last him a while.
'They are, they're just farther away,' Masaru reassures, and Katsuki looks up at him.
'You better not be lying you old man.'
'I'm not,' He laughs, 'think of your quirk like this, a beautiful star lit up the sky for years-'
'How long?'
'However long you want it to be.'
'Then it's as old as you.'
With a chuckle, 'Alright then. Your quirk just destroys the stars, that's why it has that boom!'
The boy doesn't say anything for a moment.
Eyebrows furrowed, there's this confused look on Katsuki's face, 'I kill stars?'
'Yeah! Star killer, doesn't that sound fun?' Masaru suggest while Mitsuki laughs in the background.
Katsuki looks like he might actually cry at that. But the look pauses and he truly considers it, 'I'm strong enough to kill stars.'
'You are!'
'Can All Might kill stars?'
'Haha, no! Only you can.'
'So.'
'Hm?'
'I'm stronger than All Might then...' A devious look takes over his face.
'Um...'
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It took him a good two weeks to show his quirk at pre-school, the teachers were always nudging him to do it- but he had to make sure he could bear a good amount of his quirk before then.
Well, also a lot of things changed actually.
Mitsuki, being the fashion savvy model she is, bought Katsuki moisturizer and scar removal cream, deeming the quirk as a little destructive on him. He was to use the hand cream three times a day.
He kept it in his bag and told Mitsuki whenever it ran out, she had a whole pack of them.
Well, anyways.
The pre-school teachers said his quirk was pretty powerful too, he was able to burn through paper and kept incinerating through the plain sheets at school. Deku watched each time with glowing eyes and a hopeful voice, 'I can't wait to get my quirk, Kacchan!'
'Yeah! But it won't be nearly as strong as mine though.'
'Alright then!' Deku beams, 'but we'll still protect each other?'
'I'll protect you! There's no way you're going to protect me, Deku.'
'Oh... well... if it ever happens?'
'It won't.'
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A/N: the start of this series! basically your average, watch Katsuki Bakugou grow up and break! This will hurt.
Also trying to number (or wordify) the chapters with letters.
Anything for the aesthetic
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