The Rise of a Prodigy

A few months had passed since that fateful day at the museum, and the kindergarten was abuzz with excitement. Bakugou Katsuki, the boy with the fire in his eyes, had finally developed his quirk. As one of the first in his age group, he was already garnering a lot of attention from the teachers and his peers. I watched from a distance as Katsuki strutted around the playground, a smug look plastered on his face. His eyes gleamed with a sense of superiority, and his very presence seemed to command attention. The other kids looked up to him, their faces filled with admiration and a hint of awe. As he walked towards me, a gaggle of kids trailing behind him like groupies, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. He was already popular, but now he seemed to be reveling in his newfound status as a quirked child. "Bakugou-chan," I said, giving him a tight-lipped smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "You want to know something nice?" He scoffed, shooting a mocking glance at his entourage as if to ask them: 'what could this extra want to tell me now?' Then, with infinite magnanimity, he turned towards me and blessed me with his attention. "What is it?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. I met his gaze, my expression neutral. "We all know you have a quirk." Katsuki's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he let out his characteristic: "Ah?"