A fanfic i wrote for a friend
While quarentaine was absolutely fuckin me over, i did have time to improve my writing. Me and a friend are HUGE fans of BNHA and we both had OC's too. I told him i wanted to learn how to write fighting scenes, in return he asked me for a commision. Took me a whole day to write but god I'm so proud of it!
His OC basically has as quirk: Concussions. I can concuss the air and the ground or even my own body parts with vibrations, causing shockwaves.
Summary: The time for the sports festiva has arrived and Lucas final opponent is up. Bakugou Katsuki. How both their similar personalities will clash will cause quite a stir.
Warnings: PTSD, Violence, Cussing, Bakugou, Death (no characters), Flashbacks
Word count: 3476
I hope Lucas' character is easy to understand since i don't really know how to put the character sheet in here. But Enjoy.
Finally, it’s happening. The fight where everyone was waiting for, the last two contestants of this years’ Sport Festival. The hotheaded Bakugou, with a quirk that will quite literally blow you away and Lucas. The new foreign exchange student with a quirk that will rattle you to your bones. Both have shown great moves until now, which granted them a spot in the fated final, ready to battle against each other and show who the strongest student is amongst the first years. Standing at their sides of the battle ground, the audience goes wild. Ready to see the fight of the year.
Bakugou looks at Lucas with a smug grin that screams overconfidence. “You better not let me down, yoroppu hito!” His taunts clearly beginning early. Lucas shows him an equally smug grin, one that reveals a fire inside; one that says that he will do anything to get that win. “Ooh, don’t worry about that, hothead! You will believe it once I put you down six feet under!”
Both men, clearly fired up, have done some observing of one another’s quirk and both have a strategy to knock the other out. Which one will fail, and which one will prevail; that’s what will be proven today.
Present Mic gives the signal and the battle begins.
The first move is played by Bakugou who tries to throw Lucas off his balance by directing a big blast heading straight towards him. Lucas easily avoids this attack by applying his quirk on himself to gain more speed and moves out of the way of the blast. He uses the vibrations in such a way on his body that it protects him from the intense heat coming from the explosion. Although his skin does feel the effects of the heat, it didn’t leave any life-threatening wounds on him. He moves his head away from the explosion to protect his vision before it gets too close and moves to the far-left side of the stage with great speed, using said explosion as his cover. Bakugou saw this coming though and predicted the side to which Lucas would run to. Through the big cloud created by the explosion, Bakugou emerges heading straight for Lucas to blast him away with yet another explosion aimed to his chest this time. Anyone else might’ve thought this to be a terrifying sight. Bakugou flying towards you with smoke and explosions surrounding him, but Lucas has seen terrifying things. This would be the least of his fears. Bakugou may have thought that Lucas moving his head away was to his advantage, but Lucas would never put his defenses down so easily. Not anymore at least.
A big moving shockwave, a strong gust of wind with Lucas as its center, blows Bakugou with ease away. This shockwave almost blowing cementos and midnight of their portion of the stage and causing everyone who wasn’t seated in the audience to fall backwards. It even caused some cracks along the cement of the battle ground and the actual arena. This shock being so strong, almost equal to a small tornado, that Bakugou almost gets blown out of the ring. This being only hindered by the use of his explosions in a calculated way to stop his momentum and drop him down before the line.
While performing this move, Bakugou came close enough to see the absolutely terrified look on Lucas’ face before he was blasted away to the other side of the battle ground. Bakugou didn’t know if it was because he came so close to blasting him in the chest or because of something else. It wasn’t really the time to figure this out though, so this thought was quickly moved to the back of his mind.
This move, this incredible shockwave, was not expected by anyone except Lucas himself. The complete shock of everyone, especially his opponent, gave Lucas some time to get the internal effects of that explosion out and get his focus back on the battle. Bakugou’s attack of course, without actually hitting him, still did a number on his senses. He was lucky that the explosion wasn’t loud enough to rupture his ear drums. The ringing in his head though puts a confusion to his focus and additionally giving him an aching feeling in his chest that he wisely decides to ignore. Feelings and memories are for the aftermath of today, not now.
He was playing this whole tournament with the thought that he would stand here with Bakugou as his final opponent. He knew that Bakugou was a real force to be reckoned with and that he was far smarter than you’d might expect. Lucas played it smart and effectively and used as little as possible of his quirk to defeat past opponents, thus making sure that Bakugou won’t have enough information to create a proper strategy that could guarantee his victory. On the contrary, Bakugou was like an open book in past battles, creating a better image in what his abilities might be and what kind of fighting style he might use. Lucas will make sure that every battle he fights will be a winning battle.
For a minute the whole arena was silent. A loud echo of the gust of wind leaving everyone speechless before a loud cheer erupts from the audience, making the will of the fighting man to win even great. Lucas his brown locks swaying calmly across his face, a proud look apparent from the cheering and the complete moment of shock he causes.
A humorless type of laughter drowns out the audience, “Defeating you will be even more satisfying now!” Bakugou loudly screams while using his quirk to propel him forwards towards Lucas with much more speed than anticipated, only moving out of the way with far less distance than he would’ve liked. He could hear the ends of his hair burning away.
The crowd is amazed by the speed of both the students moves, using their quirks to increase their mobility and speed was a rather genius move that put both on par to each other.
This repeating several times with Lucas using several smaller shockwaves to get Bakugou of his back, deflect his explosions and to conserve his own energy while draining that of Bakugou. Lucas needed to calm his attacks down to keep himself from overheating and shredding off all his clothes and worst of all, stop himself from getting a heat stroke. Would be an embarrassing way to lose, especially in a battle against Bakugou.
An interesting observation Lucas made, was that Bakugou goes all-in, no matter what, he may use smaller explosions or more calculated moves, but it always has all his energy put into it. Lucas uses this in his own benefit by tiring him slowly, until a finishing blow can knock him out of the arena. A flawless plan you might say.
But Bakugou wasn’t born yesterday, he quickly catches onto the fact that Lucas uses his quirk in a more defensive rather than offensive type of way like Bakugou. Bakugou will not accept that, this fight will be till someone is completely passed out. That’s the type of victory Bakugou will only accept and he WILL do anything in his power to make that happen.
“Come on, Yoroppu hito! Can’t you do better than this?! The talented Transfer! The model student! SHOW ME SOMETHING GOOD OR FUCK OFF TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM.” Bakugou stands opposite of Lucas in a stable position, ready to handle a great amount of recoil, with his arms stretched in front of him. Growing explosions moving from his elbows to his palms where a singular burst is building up to the size of a softball. “Why are you standing here, damn it!”
The whole audience, including Bakugou, were waiting for the next move Lucas would pull to defend himself or use in an offensive way against him. No sound was audible, everyone holding their breathes for the next epic move, except for the small pops coming from Bakugou’s arms and palms. But to everyone’s surprise, Lucas simply stood there, focusing hard on the explosion forming in Bakugou’s palms. This action only adds fuel to the already angry Bakugou. “If you have no intention of winning fair, then don’t you dare stand in front of me! Give up or Fight because else I’ll fuckin kill you!”
Lucas his blood is starting to boil, hardly able to contain his anger. In the shadow of his anger, fear started to creep up. Fear of killing someone, of going too far. He tries to focus on the task at hand but Bakugou isn’t making it easy. He needed to focus on every other sense to get rid of his thoughts of anger, focusing on the smell but his nose only filling with dust of the debris around them and the smell of burning clothes. He barely noticed this but small parts of his outfit have burned off due to both their hot quirks, luckily still intact enough to cover most of his body. Sadly, Bakugou and his stupid taunts are completely stuck in his head, no way around it. Every sense overridden by Bakugou himself. It doesn’t help that Lucas feels most of all offended to hear someone take his goal of victory in question. The only thing that is keeping him from an immediate attack, is the thought of winning, of proving to everyone that he can and will grow to be a powerful hero.
Just when Bakugou was about to send off this explosion, Lucas uses his quirk and aims a huge shockwave towards the ground on which Bakugou stands on and tears it down. He carefully calculated the right amount of power and right angle to hit the ground and ONLY the ground.
The ground under his feet gave way right as he fires out his explosion, missing its target completely and instead hits the arena. It barely misses the audience itself, them being protected by some pro heroes. The screams of the audience temporarily freezing Lucas up, the air around feeling more and more cramped the longer this fight is going on. He feels it coming, this panic attack, but he does everything in his power to push it down, to let it out after he gets his victory. Hoping his adrenaline can overshadow his upcoming attack.
In the moment where Bakugou tries to regain his balance and posture, Lucas uses his quirk to make his way over to Bakugou with great speed. You could describe it as a railgun type of style, he creates a powerful shockwave right behind him to propel himself forwards Bakugou at an immense speed. Right before this, does he use a certain type of vibration that increases the difficulty of moving for Bakugou; making him almost immobile and a perfect target against close combat. Bakugou’s stance was already fairly unstable, still leaning backwards from the sudden fall, which only comes in Lucas’ advantage. With this added speed, causing his impact strength to go up immensely, he knees Bakugou in his stomach making him fall over from the force. This move causing some blood to fall from his mouth. Lucas takes a second to make himself grounded again and immediately goes in an offensive stand. He puts his foot on Bakugou’s closest bend leg and leans on said foot to get up and turn his body 360 degrees to kick him from behind on his head with the created momentum, knocking him completely down. Bakugou quickly uses his explosions to get himself up again, but before he could even bombard Lucas with explosions does he use a roundhouse kick moving outwards to get rid of his hands aiming towards Lucas’ body. He follows this up with yet another knee in his stomach, really rubbing the pre-existing injury in. And finishes it of by kicking his leg up from behind Bakugou to only use his vibration to speed his leg down once its above his head, knocking Bakugou down yet again on his face. The ground broken and dented around his body. “Now this is why I was Number 1 at home.” Clear confidence evident in his voice, adding not only insult but also embarrassment to injury.
The audience goes wild, while Lucas walks away from the ‘unconscious’ Bakugou, everyone thinking that this is a victory for him. Lucas rather hoped this at least, a marvelous victory for sure on his part. But he also slowly but surely felt his energy draining, some parts of his body not really well protected I assume since scorch marks were visible on his arms and even his cheek. His own body heat was also getting close to reaching its limit, a little longer and a heatstroke would be inevitable. We’re not even speaking of the state of the arena, the battle ground itself is on the point of collapsing in itself and the outer wall is barely allowed to be called that; some openings totally closed off which will need help from some strong quirks to remove and the railing that was meant to protect the audience is completely gone by now. Anyone who wasn’t here would probably say that an earthquake happened but no, it were merely two students who caused all this devastation.
Bakugou really was, or rather is, a formidable opponent because they most definitely cheered to soon.
A small but growing popping sound was heard accompanied by painful groaning from behind Lucas that slowly turned to a breathy laugh. Looking behind him he saw a bloodied and bruised Bakugou getting up from the debris and dust, his face formed into a huge grin but empty of joy and rather filled with bloodlust and anger. Lucas knew that Bakugou rarely gives up, but this was insane, both would most likely break if they get hit by one more move from the other. And while Lucas is getting more and more drained, Bakugou on the contrary is only getting more and more fired up. No amount of pain would keep him away from being Number 1.
The popping sound that accompanied Bakugou only grows louder and louder the more he stands up and ready to fire.
“I’ll show you what’ll happen if you make a fool out of me!” His voice filled with fiery passion and anger aimed towards him; maybe not his normal kind of anger but Bakugou sure as hell wanted to beat Lucas more than even now.
Bakugou fires explosion after explosion to Lucas, who barely has time to protect himself let alone fight back. The explosions blind Lucas and are close to rupturing his eardrums and the force of the said explosions are slowly pushing him back, closer and closer to the outer rink of the battle ground (what is left of the battle ground at least). Unbeknownst to Lucas, Bakugou used this blindness to get closer to Lucas, which result is more powerful blasts. With the already low energy and knowledge that another powerful shockwave will put him out of commission immediately, he simply focuses on keeping himself standing and well enough protected against the heat. With his guard lower than normal, images of a repressed past start flooding back. Triggers being unable to be blocked off. Every flash of the explosions brings him back to that dreadful night, the smell of fire and dust not helping him fight this memory off. The sounds of the ground tearing apart and the outer wall still crumbling down only remind him of all the building he destroyed. The screams, or rather cheers, but it’s hard to distinguish both when you’re in the middle of a mental breakdown, showing him all the mangled bodies under the debris that HE created. His body started to shake, his breathing becoming frantic despite his exhaustion, his vision gone. The only thing visible is the memory of the people he killed by his unstable mental state, he didn’t mean to kill and hurt all those people. He just felt so angry, it burned him from the inside. The taunts, the beatings, the names, he couldn’t handle it anymore, he never meant to go this far though.
The pain, the guilt of hurting them all never left him. He remembers the town, no the whole country, talking about him; calling him a murderer, an absolute loose cannon and a danger to the world. They called him a villain in the making. He would never become that, he wanted to help people, now more than ever. He wanted to repay those people by saving twice as many; even if no one would forgive him, he needed to show them that he can be good. That he IS good, an actual hero.
He still remembers the dirty looks he got, the assault he got wherever he went, the trial that basically banned him from his country.
No one seemed to wonder what kind of effect this could have on a child too, the amount of trauma he will have to carry for the rest of his life, the pain he himself will feel, the fear of going out of control yet again.
The god-awful image of the families crying and breaking down over their fallen loved ones came rushing back too, punching him right in the gut with another hit of guilt. The final hit that broke him down completely. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling, his body fully frozen, muscles locked into defensive position, unable to make any move no matter how hard he screamed at his body to move. His head filled with repressed memories and feelings that broke every left defense that was still up. He was completely defenseless, broken beyond repair.
Just before Bakugou could make his final move against Lucas that would ensure his win, he saw the look Lucas had. A look that showed complete and utter fear, shame and guilt. A look that made Bakugou question the thoughts that are filling Lucas’ head. If they are the cause of his opponent being defenseless and what kind of experience someone must’ve had to freeze up like that against an upcoming attack. A look that said it all.
The last hit, the last explosion that secured the victory of Bakugou, leaving the audience silent. Everyone in shock of Lucas’ lack of movement. It could be said that it was almost a pitiful silence. Everyone feeling bad for the way he went down, but only one knowing how the last hit really went. Bakugou, filled with joy and pride of winning against a strong opponent, also felt a feeling of sympathy for his fallen foe.
Nevertheless, once Lucas was carried towards the infirmary, the audience cheered loudly for their victor. Bakugou Katsuki.
While the battle ground was torn apart and the ceremony stage was made, Bakugou walked towards the infirmary to get some answers. It already infuriated Bakugou that his last move wasn’t reciprocated like he thought would happen, but the fact that Lucas had such a disturbed expression made Bakugou to some degree concerned. People can call him a tyrant, egotistical and even a villain, but he knew that he had a heart. He definitely cared for people and when an opponent as strong as Lucas comes along and ends in such a pathetic way, he couldn’t help but grow curious and bothered by it. Once he arrives at his destination, he was surprised in the state Lucas was in; not even starting on all the bruises covering his body, ones that recovery couldn’t fully heal, but the way he looked at the distance. It was as if he was seeing something that wasn’t there, his face blank with clenched fists and an old chill seemingly going over him. It’s the exact same as in the arena, a dissociative look. He approached the unaware boy and tapped his shoulder to make him aware of his presence. Once he notices does he ask him one simple question. “What happened?”
He got his answer, and despite Lucas’ expectations, Bakugou gave him nothing but a simple nod. He understood the trauma that would come along with his experience and felt a tinge of guilt of his own for causing his PTSD to act up.
His face slowly formed into a smug grin, the one we all know and love, and uttered a single sentence. “Better get that fixed soon, I want to defeat you for real next time.”
He showed his concern in his own way and Lucas appreciated the hell out of it.
“HA! As if, you can’t handle me at full power.”
At the ceremony, no one looked prouder than Bakugou, who casually threw some concerned looks to the dazed boy next to him at second place.
An unlikely friendship was formed in the midst of destruction and trauma.
