Hey, everyone. Shiningskies12 here. This is just a short story about a character from My Hero Academia. Please review after reading it, and please leave any suggestions if I should continue this short story. Now then, let's get going with this story...

He was alone. Alone for a long time. Nobody knew who he was or why he had been bought into this world. His parents hated him but he could only thank them for the quirk he had been given. A useful quirk, one to fight back, and one who finally got the attention of his damn parents. Finally some attention. The only thing he needed for him not to feel so heartless towards others.

Heartless was what he was. Nobody liked him, and not even his childhood friend. Everyone was afraid of him, yet they never said a word. Explosion quirk that's what he was gifted with,but was it really worth it? With just one touch, he could explode anything near him. He could even cause a fire, and the blame would be put on him. Here he was, alone and afraid, a simple child who had no idea what to do. He had been restrained many times, and he decided to not put up a fight. His name meant nothing to him, and he hated it. Hated how much of a weakling he had become, and how his parents didn't seem to mind. Bakogu Katsuki, is this really my fate? My fate to be alone and damned?