When I firs' learned how to shoot- guns, I mean- my quirk didn't work wi'h bullets. I weren't bad at it. I had a good teacher, but I were frustrated all the time. Every other sport was either too hard or too easy, made my Pa- my coach proud that I wanted to be good at it.
*Hezekiel looks at Katsuki, handing over both the protein bar and the water bottle, nodding seemingly to himself*
Worked day an' night, were lucky the shootin' range were in bikin' distance, one day my coach watched me. I'd worked so hard an' I weren't all that much better than when I started an' I got angry. I got so angry at him, at m'self, at the sport, my quirk done evolved. Next shot I fired I could feel it, there just at the edge of my consciousness, like a phantom limb. Went straight, perfect, into the target. Just where I wanted. Felt like I'd become useless, that all my work meant nothin' 'cause the one thing I could do by m'self were ripped outta m'hands. Worst part was I finally made m'coach proud, and it weren't even me, not really.
*Hezekiel shakes his head, one of his twists slips from the hairband and dangles free in front of his face*
I know it ain't the same as you, but- well, I know what it's like to be good at somethin' just for it to go 'way. So, all o' this-
*Hezekiel seems to lose his confidence, a bit. Gesturing to the archery bag limply, reaching up to push a hand into his twists, tugging at the partings, a few more slip free*
I wanna find ya somethin' ya can do. Because gettin' somethin' ya can do now, makes all the thin's ya used to be able to do seem a lot more manageable. We can get ya back what we can an' fill in the gaps wi'h new thin's
