[Good thing he's not bothering to look at him. Bakugo's focused more on walking through the halls and not stepping on anything or making a wrong turn. If he glances at anything, it's the map on Fuuta's watch, though he's expecting the guy to keep tabs on that. He has a general direction of where to go. At least the surroundings look familiar to the brat in his arms.
What, did Fuuta really think he'd be able to say that without getting some kind of response? Dumbass.]
And you're too damn young to give up like a shitty old man! [You wanna play the age card, he'll slap it right back in your face with extra force!] Doing what you wanna do isn't reliant on your stupid age.
[There's nothing "privileged" about encouraging someone to reach higher than they're currently at. That's the shit thing about rock bottom; the only way left to go is up. And you can always do "better" than you're doing now. Fuuta's tone of voice earns a dark scowl from the blonde above him.]
If that's what you're resigned to do, then do it until you die. But don't mope and bitch about your lot in life if you haven't done shit to improve it. [And certainly don't go blaming it on someone else. Villains do that a lot and it pisses him off! Fuuta's not a villain, but his dour outlook on life and continual low image of himself is fucking lame. The guy's his own defeatist worst enemy! Hiding behind excuses like realistic and survival and normal.
Yeah, now Fuuta's touching on more sensitive angles and Bakugo shifts his arms so he doesn't crush him.]
You idiot. Using "luck" as an excuse is just running away from your own lack of effort. I wouldn't need a Quirk to tell you you're being pathetic. I've known Quirkless people who refused to give up their dreams of being heroes, and poor people who trained themselves without any money to get stronger.
[A blazing glare jerks downward, his voice hard and intense.]
I've worked just as hard as anyone, if not more, to be as strong and successful as I am! Don't you dare look down on me or anyone else when you refuse to even pull your own head up!
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What, did Fuuta really think he'd be able to say that without getting some kind of response? Dumbass.]
And you're too damn young to give up like a shitty old man! [You wanna play the age card, he'll slap it right back in your face with extra force!] Doing what you wanna do isn't reliant on your stupid age.
[There's nothing "privileged" about encouraging someone to reach higher than they're currently at. That's the shit thing about rock bottom; the only way left to go is up. And you can always do "better" than you're doing now. Fuuta's tone of voice earns a dark scowl from the blonde above him.]
If that's what you're resigned to do, then do it until you die. But don't mope and bitch about your lot in life if you haven't done shit to improve it. [And certainly don't go blaming it on someone else. Villains do that a lot and it pisses him off! Fuuta's not a villain, but his dour outlook on life and continual low image of himself is fucking lame. The guy's his own defeatist worst enemy! Hiding behind excuses like realistic and survival and normal.
Yeah, now Fuuta's touching on more sensitive angles and Bakugo shifts his arms so he doesn't crush him.]
You idiot. Using "luck" as an excuse is just running away from your own lack of effort. I wouldn't need a Quirk to tell you you're being pathetic. I've known Quirkless people who refused to give up their dreams of being heroes, and poor people who trained themselves without any money to get stronger.
[A blazing glare jerks downward, his voice hard and intense.]
I've worked just as hard as anyone, if not more, to be as strong and successful as I am! Don't you dare look down on me or anyone else when you refuse to even pull your own head up!