His quirk. That's all he is. That's all Katsuki Bakugo is worth. His powerful, strong, and flashy quirk that can save thousands and hurt even more, is the only reason he has any worth and place in this world. All the pressure and praise he got just made him even more egotistical, therefore becoming even more popular. He always wondered, if he had a different quirk, who would he be? Because Katsuki Bakugo is always known as the, 'Explosion boy', 'The hothead', 'The aggressive one', 'The rude teen', and so on. Never is he recognized as.....Katsuki. Is it a stupid thing to be upset about? Is it stupid to be upset about people not wanting to know who you actually are as a person? What you want in life? What you actually feel?

Since the day he got his quirk, he's been getting praised left and right for it, but he wonders......has anyone complimented him? Bloody hell, who cares?! Why is he moping about other people's opinions! He's Katsuki Bakugo for fucks sake! The guy who doesn't have a heart. The fucking monster. Always the goddamn 'villain like kid', never Katsuki.

What if you're using him too? For fame, for money, for....everything? He knows it's a stupid thought, but surely nobody would like a shot tempered, hostile, and harsh guy who has no manners, right? That's everything a person would want to avoid in a person. Nobody could name one good thing about him! Nobody has cared about his interests, his hobbies, his life! Nobody has cared about him like he's a person! Who even is Katsuki? At this point, he doesn't even know.

"Say.....why are you with me? Do you want to gain some shitty popularity or something? Because you definitely didn't date me for....me." He half laughed half scoffed dryly, his glaze glued to the city bustling below him - everyone going about their days like noting is wrong. He stood in his dorms balcony with you, the moonlight casting a glow on him like an angel. His voice sounded softer, calmer, and genuine.