Summary: **basically, 10 minutes & 23 seconds of Bakugou talking down to his past self** Edit: Because people still try to correct me on the number of seconds of this video even after a year of this comment being posted, I decided to hear the people out and change it from 22 to 23 seconds. I hope you all are happy.
I love how deku’s so calm when he realises they’re in the past- Calmer than me when I realised my father hasn’t came back home with the milk for 5 years :(
Yo if you reading this pls make it its rlly interesting:A Blast from the Past Katsuki Bakugou was not a man given to sentimentality. The world was a battlefield, and he was a weapon. Yet, as he stood in the worn, familiar hallway of Aldera Junior High, a strange sensation crept over him. It was like stepping into a time capsule, a jarring contrast to the polished, high-tech environments he was accustomed to. The school hadn’t changed much. Same peeling paint, same worn lockers, and the same echoing silence that only a school building could produce. But it was the smell - a mix of old textbooks, gym socks, and that peculiar cafeteria food - that truly took him back. He was here for a rather unusual reason. A quirk-related anomaly had opened a temporal rift, a bizarre incident that had sent a select group of heroes back to their middle school days. The mission? To prevent a catastrophic event that could potentially alter the future. Katsuki had been chosen because of his explosive quirk and, surprisingly, his leadership potential. The thought made him scoff, but he suppressed it. The mission was the mission. As he wandered the halls, lost in thought, a sudden, high-pitched voice cut through the quiet. “Hey, you! Don’t you dare walk in front of me like that!” Katsuki turned to find a smaller, angrier version of himself glaring up at him. The kid was wearing the same explosive hair, the same defiant scowl. It was a mirror image, down to the tiny explosions crackling around his hands. "Oi, extra," the younger Bakugou spat, his voice filled with a brashness that was eerily familiar. "Get out of my way." The older Bakugou simply stared at his younger self for a long moment. There was a surreal quality to the situation that was almost comical. He was looking at a younger, less refined version of himself, a kid who was still learning to control his temper and his quirk. A smirk crept onto his face. This was going to be interesting. "Listen up, kid," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I’m you, but older, stronger, and way cooler. So you better show some respect." The younger Bakugou’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Like hell I will, you damn nerd!" And so began the most bizarre teacher-student relationship in the history of hero academia. Katsuki Bakugou, the hardened pro hero, found himself mentoring a younger, more volatile version of himself. It was a crash course in patience and diplomacy, lessons he never thought he’d need. And as for the younger Bakugou? Well, he was getting a crash course in reality, learning that the world outside of Aldera Junior High was far more complex than he ever imagined Part 2: Explosive Training Training a younger, more impulsive version of himself proved to be an exercise in explosive frustration for Katsuki. The kid had raw talent, but his temper often got the better of him. His explosive quirk was like a wild horse, powerful but difficult to control. “You’re wasting your damn time, old man!” the younger Bakugou shouted, a plume of smoke rising from his palms. “Shut up, you brat,” the older Bakugou replied, his voice low and menacing. “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to teach you anything.” Their training sessions were a spectacle. The old school gym echoed with the sounds of explosions, shattered equipment, and the occasional curse word. The younger Bakugou was relentless, charging forward with reckless abandon. The older Bakugou, while more controlled, was equally fierce, his attacks calculated and precise. But amidst the chaos, there was a method to their madness. The older Bakugou was teaching the younger one the importance of control, of strategy, of thinking before acting. He was showing him how to channel his anger into something constructive, rather than destructive. "You're strong, kid," the older Bakugou admitted one day, as they caught their breath. "But strength without control is just noise." The younger Bakugou glared at him, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes - respect, perhaps? As days turned into weeks, a strange bond began to form between the two Bakugos. The older one started to see glimpses of the boy he once was, the dreams and aspirations that had fueled his relentless pursuit of becoming a hero. And the younger Bakugou, in spite of his bravado, began to look up to his future self, to see the potential within himself that he hadn't realized before. Their training was interrupted one day by a sudden tremor. The school began to shake violently. The temporal rift was destabilizing. The older Bakugou knew they had to act fast. "Listen up, kid," he said, his voice sharp. "This is it. We have to stop whatever is causing this. Remember everything I've taught you. Use your head, and don't let your temper get the best of you." The younger Bakugou nodded, his eyes filled with determination. For the first time, he felt ready. And so, the two Bakugos, a hero and a troubled teenager, stood side by side, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Would you like to continue the story instead of me??? And thats it, will you make it and did you like it
imagine baku deku got teleported after the final war and and past baku says what happened so far in the future ? And baku says all the things that happened and then says oh yeah i also died at some point 😂😂😂
I know this is unrelated to your video, but I’d love if you read my story About a month ago I was normally sitting in my classroom, then suddenly the teacher got a call. He looked very nervous when talking on the phone, and had to leave the room. When he came back in, he turned of all the lights and locked the door. He told us all to get under the desks and be quiet. He quickly shut the blinds and went under his own desk. At least 2 hours went by, because I heard the bell ring twice meaning we missed two classes. He got another call after the second bell rang, and he told us all to stand back up. He turned the lights on, opened the blinds, and then explained what had happened. There was a shooter in the school. One of the teachers was shot in my ankle, and barely was able to call the principal to warn her. 3 classes were broken into (there was 7 classes in all), and 8 students died that day. 31 students were shot, some were severe and some weren’t. After that day, the principal made a new rule that each classroom HAD to be locked once the lesson has started. The parents of the 8 students that died tried to sue the school, but failed. The shooter was put into jail after the assistant principal called 911. I am lucky to this day my class was not attacked, and my classmates remained safe. Since I’m in Middle School, I have multiple classes, and some of my classes (Science & Music to be specific) had students attacked. My Science class had three students killed, and even though most of my classmates didn’t know them, they’re chairs were covered in flowers and RIP notes. Same with my Music class, flowers on the two students who died. Every day in Science & Music there was at least 7 kids absent and in the hospital. I was always afraid of my school getting attacked, but I never thought this day would actually come. I am sorry to anyone has had this situation, and even worse got hurt. Thank you for reading my story ❤️ ❤️
Hii this is so goooddd but for the back hair outline, you could maybe do a lighter or darker shade of the hair color you did for the base!! this isn't supposed to be a judgmental comment just an idea :)).
@@lilyaadil9203 Owh! Thats a great idea but i love this style, i dont rlly think i would change it just yet but maybe i would one day, and i love you're idea, i might think abt it! TvT
Here's a little reference frame for future spelling: "An" is for vowels example (omg he just threw an axe at that small orphan with cancer) "A" is for everything else example (Omg he just threw a knife at that small impoverished African refugee with developmental disabilities)
