Rough Morning.

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(Katsuki is a 3-A student, and he is 18-19 !)

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Katsuki's alarm blared through the quiet dormitory room, jerking him awake. He groaned, the sound blending with the mechanical whir of his prosthetic right arm. The damn thing was a constant reminder of the war—a reminder he didn’t need but couldn’t escape. He threw off the covers and sat up, running his left hand through his unruly blonde hair. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room's sparse furnishings.

He hated this—hated feeling weak, hated the pitying looks from his family, hated the rehabilitation sessions that seemed to drag on forever. But he hated the idea of losing his right hand, and with it a significant part of his quirk, even more. The young man wasn’t about to let this setback define him. He swung his legs out of bed, feet hitting the cold floor with a thud. Today was another chance to prove he was still in a good shape and he can be the hero that he wanted to be, despite the odds.

"Time to show those extras what I'm made of."

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