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Nitroglycerin - a volatile chemical both colorless and dangerous. It boasts many destructive applications, and even a few helpful ones when processed correctly. In medicine, for instance, it can be refined and encapsulated for human ingestion to help patients who experience chest pain from angina and other heart conditions.
More commonly, however, nitroglycerin is utilized for its explosive qualities. Dynamite is most commonly associated with the chemical, as nitroglycerin is a primary component in its assembly. Less commonly, nitroglycerin is also used as a propellant. Predominantly, though, it is prized for its contributions in pyrotechnics. Like many discoveries before it, its value as an agent of destruction has long overshadowed any other note the nitroglycerin chemical would hit in the orchestral composition of life.
In this way, nitroglycerin was not dissimilar to Katsuki Bakugo.
Bakugo, since the beginning of his journey to maturity, had boasted a unique Quirk - Quirks being the publicly accepted name for the talents manifested by unique individuals. In some societies the same concept was called 'Powers', in others 'Mutations', but when you ran the titles through a strainer the same concept came out the other end: special abilities that some people had, and some people did not.
Katsuki had them, and he had them in spades.
Coming up in school, he'd quickly caught the eye of his teachers and peers alike for his aptitude. His Quirk had manifested early, and it suited him well. Bakugo could sweat nitroglycerin from his palms, and ignite it at will. In the Crossroads and in Arcadia in particular talents that set someone apart from the layman were especially valued, and his was the golden ticket in the chocolate bar raffle of life.
Because of this, it was often overlooked that Katsuki Bakugo bore so many similarities to nitroglycerin. He was short fused and explosive, with a volatile demeanor that threatened to rage out of control. It could be directed and influenced, but scarcely more than that. In that way Bakugo seemed tailor-made to wield his Quirk.
When it had become obvious that he would excel beyond his classmates, even those choice few who grew to care for him despite his callous demeanor, Bakugo decided that he had little use for the affections and praise of others. That was a turning point for him. Though there were individuals he admired and even aspired to emulate in some facets, the young Quirk user had determined that his own esteem and self-worth would of the utmost value to him.
To this end, many of his teachers believed that he may go tread the path of villainy.
As the years went by, however, and Bakugo found himself accepted into the prestigous UA Academy for aspiring Heroes, it became obvious that the young upstart would defy expectations. His fiery temper and voluminous pool of self-worth seemed only to fuel his rise through his class, until he had become someone not only to be respected by students and faculty, but appreciated.
---
So it was that Bakugo, now fifteen years old, found himself running a strained hand through his ash blonde hair. His eyes, as red and fiery as his warrior's soul, scanned carefully over a manuscript given to him by his class, 1-A's, teacher (dubbed Eraserhead for his own Quirk, which could nullify the Quirks of anyone he set eyes on). Those same stormy eyes came to rest on one line in particular.
The document he was ingesting was a mission debrief, and the line he'd come to a full stop on was this:
"The student will work in a pair with one another student, pre-assigned, to accomplish the mission's objective. This mission's objective is to-"
Katsuki skimmed on, glossing over a blurb that detailed some yammering about a hostage situation.
His mind had changed gears...somehow he knew. He knew exactly who he'd be paired with. Just the idea of it...that infuriating pissant! That Quirkless bastard! He clenched his fist, feeling his trademark nitroglycerin bead up in his ferocious grasp. For a brief moment he entertained the idea of obliterating the offending paper and the entire desk beneath it in one satisfying BOOM of combustion. Only the notion that he'd be playing into their notions of him as the impetuous hot-head kept his impulses at bay - he would not be defined by those idiots expectations.
One day, they'd all recognize him for his strength, but also for his virtues. Virtues he fought hard to achieve - everyday he fought against his very nature, and strove to achieve a more Heroic standing in the community.
Not like that idiot. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter, and never seemed to have to work for anything. Bakugo had hoped many years ago that he'd been able to leave that bastard behind when he left school to join the UA. And yet somehow, he appeared here, suddenly boasting a Quirk more powerful than nearly any their society had seen. Like the manifestation of All-Might himself, breezing through tests and challenges with dramatic flair and injury after injury. When they were in school, Bakugo had always called him 'Deku'. It had been an insult. It meant 'useless person', which he'd always been growing up. He was Quirkless, and a crybaby; Katsuki had spared no opportunity to put the boy named Midoriya down and remind him of his place. Now here he was, again, in the very same class...
And he fucking knew that they were going to end up on this mission together. The two who never got along, and the teachers took every opportunity to toss them together to watch the sparks fly in the name of breeding comraderie. Bedgrudingly, the combustible Bakugo had to admit that Deku had come along way since their school days...at times, his actions were even respectable.
And yet, there was something about him that just rubbed the fiery young upstart the wrong way. Letting out a sigh, he looked away from the mission debriefing and stood up from his desk abruptly. He paced his floor for a few moments before opening the door to his dorm room and making his way out to the common area. It was dark, but he'd expected as much. Most of the rest of the students had gone to bed hours ago but sleep had eluded him, and Bakugo had stayed up late brainstorming clever applications for his Quirk for the upcoming missions he'd be receiving.
He flounced down on the couch and clicked on the television, and the low drone of it lulled his irritation into a slow simmer rather than a full boil. Tuning out the newscaster reading off some bullshit story about the latest contestant to die on 'Dante's Abyss', Katsuki turned his thoughts instead to his mission.
Intel had disclosed that in one of Arcadia's rougher neighborhoods, a gas station robbery had devolved into a hostage situation. Worse yet, the perpetrator was a Quirk user. The police had negotiated the situation into a de-escalation, and for the time being there had been no developments in the case. However, if the situation was not resolved by tomorrow, the UA had been asked to spare some of their more talented students to be put to task on a resolution.
Admittedly, he was an odd choice for the mission, even by his standards, but a mission was hot, hot action and ol' Baku wasn't about to turn down a mission like that. His enhanced costume had already been laid out on his bed back in his dorm room, and he anxiously awaited the go-ahead from Eraserhead.
The minutes ticked by, and lulled by the reporter's dullset tones describing the death of some 'Shogun of Sorrow', Katsuki found himself drifting away into slumber...
More commonly, however, nitroglycerin is utilized for its explosive qualities. Dynamite is most commonly associated with the chemical, as nitroglycerin is a primary component in its assembly. Less commonly, nitroglycerin is also used as a propellant. Predominantly, though, it is prized for its contributions in pyrotechnics. Like many discoveries before it, its value as an agent of destruction has long overshadowed any other note the nitroglycerin chemical would hit in the orchestral composition of life.
In this way, nitroglycerin was not dissimilar to Katsuki Bakugo.
Bakugo, since the beginning of his journey to maturity, had boasted a unique Quirk - Quirks being the publicly accepted name for the talents manifested by unique individuals. In some societies the same concept was called 'Powers', in others 'Mutations', but when you ran the titles through a strainer the same concept came out the other end: special abilities that some people had, and some people did not.
Katsuki had them, and he had them in spades.
Coming up in school, he'd quickly caught the eye of his teachers and peers alike for his aptitude. His Quirk had manifested early, and it suited him well. Bakugo could sweat nitroglycerin from his palms, and ignite it at will. In the Crossroads and in Arcadia in particular talents that set someone apart from the layman were especially valued, and his was the golden ticket in the chocolate bar raffle of life.
Because of this, it was often overlooked that Katsuki Bakugo bore so many similarities to nitroglycerin. He was short fused and explosive, with a volatile demeanor that threatened to rage out of control. It could be directed and influenced, but scarcely more than that. In that way Bakugo seemed tailor-made to wield his Quirk.
When it had become obvious that he would excel beyond his classmates, even those choice few who grew to care for him despite his callous demeanor, Bakugo decided that he had little use for the affections and praise of others. That was a turning point for him. Though there were individuals he admired and even aspired to emulate in some facets, the young Quirk user had determined that his own esteem and self-worth would of the utmost value to him.
To this end, many of his teachers believed that he may go tread the path of villainy.
As the years went by, however, and Bakugo found himself accepted into the prestigous UA Academy for aspiring Heroes, it became obvious that the young upstart would defy expectations. His fiery temper and voluminous pool of self-worth seemed only to fuel his rise through his class, until he had become someone not only to be respected by students and faculty, but appreciated.
---
So it was that Bakugo, now fifteen years old, found himself running a strained hand through his ash blonde hair. His eyes, as red and fiery as his warrior's soul, scanned carefully over a manuscript given to him by his class, 1-A's, teacher (dubbed Eraserhead for his own Quirk, which could nullify the Quirks of anyone he set eyes on). Those same stormy eyes came to rest on one line in particular.
The document he was ingesting was a mission debrief, and the line he'd come to a full stop on was this:
"The student will work in a pair with one another student, pre-assigned, to accomplish the mission's objective. This mission's objective is to-"
Katsuki skimmed on, glossing over a blurb that detailed some yammering about a hostage situation.
His mind had changed gears...somehow he knew. He knew exactly who he'd be paired with. Just the idea of it...that infuriating pissant! That Quirkless bastard! He clenched his fist, feeling his trademark nitroglycerin bead up in his ferocious grasp. For a brief moment he entertained the idea of obliterating the offending paper and the entire desk beneath it in one satisfying BOOM of combustion. Only the notion that he'd be playing into their notions of him as the impetuous hot-head kept his impulses at bay - he would not be defined by those idiots expectations.
One day, they'd all recognize him for his strength, but also for his virtues. Virtues he fought hard to achieve - everyday he fought against his very nature, and strove to achieve a more Heroic standing in the community.
Not like that idiot. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter, and never seemed to have to work for anything. Bakugo had hoped many years ago that he'd been able to leave that bastard behind when he left school to join the UA. And yet somehow, he appeared here, suddenly boasting a Quirk more powerful than nearly any their society had seen. Like the manifestation of All-Might himself, breezing through tests and challenges with dramatic flair and injury after injury. When they were in school, Bakugo had always called him 'Deku'. It had been an insult. It meant 'useless person', which he'd always been growing up. He was Quirkless, and a crybaby; Katsuki had spared no opportunity to put the boy named Midoriya down and remind him of his place. Now here he was, again, in the very same class...
And he fucking knew that they were going to end up on this mission together. The two who never got along, and the teachers took every opportunity to toss them together to watch the sparks fly in the name of breeding comraderie. Bedgrudingly, the combustible Bakugo had to admit that Deku had come along way since their school days...at times, his actions were even respectable.
And yet, there was something about him that just rubbed the fiery young upstart the wrong way. Letting out a sigh, he looked away from the mission debriefing and stood up from his desk abruptly. He paced his floor for a few moments before opening the door to his dorm room and making his way out to the common area. It was dark, but he'd expected as much. Most of the rest of the students had gone to bed hours ago but sleep had eluded him, and Bakugo had stayed up late brainstorming clever applications for his Quirk for the upcoming missions he'd be receiving.
He flounced down on the couch and clicked on the television, and the low drone of it lulled his irritation into a slow simmer rather than a full boil. Tuning out the newscaster reading off some bullshit story about the latest contestant to die on 'Dante's Abyss', Katsuki turned his thoughts instead to his mission.
Intel had disclosed that in one of Arcadia's rougher neighborhoods, a gas station robbery had devolved into a hostage situation. Worse yet, the perpetrator was a Quirk user. The police had negotiated the situation into a de-escalation, and for the time being there had been no developments in the case. However, if the situation was not resolved by tomorrow, the UA had been asked to spare some of their more talented students to be put to task on a resolution.
Admittedly, he was an odd choice for the mission, even by his standards, but a mission was hot, hot action and ol' Baku wasn't about to turn down a mission like that. His enhanced costume had already been laid out on his bed back in his dorm room, and he anxiously awaited the go-ahead from Eraserhead.
The minutes ticked by, and lulled by the reporter's dullset tones describing the death of some 'Shogun of Sorrow', Katsuki found himself drifting away into slumber...