As the moon raised high into the sky, silence filled the air of the dorms. Sleep washing away the teenage worries that came with being a student at U.A.

Everyone's but Bakugo's.

Ever since he enrolled in U.A, it's like time and time again, the very same nerd he used to bully surpasses him. Showing him that he really is just as pathetic as the rest of these extras he thought were his stepping stones.

His memories were almost as raw as the emotions brewing within. Teeth grit, natural dulled fangs bared in doing so. His fingernails scraping against his skin as he clutched his fist with undefined feelings he didn't understand.

“I'm so damn weak.” He muttered, raspy. Broken.

Even after pouring it out during his fight with Deku, it didn't fix his newfound lack of strength.

Salty tears embodied his recognition of this. Lining at his narrow and piercing scarlet eyes that held empty threats beyond them now to the wall in front of his. Adjacent to the one he leaned on.

He wasn't the gifted one anymore. Not by a long shot.

“Shit!..”