Vorstadien des Typ-2-Diabetes: Metabolisches Syndrom und Insulinresistenz
While we have a plan to improve the situationwe expect intermittent problems to continue into early next year. When the kaleidoscope turns, the pattern changes, and what you see is completely different. However, the world refuses to stand still. How does an angry teenager change from taunting a classmate to kill himself to helping his rival become a better hero? When you look into a kaleidoscope, you see a pattern. As a teenager, Homeroom über Diabetes Katsuki has a very clear picture of the world and his place at the center of it.
I wanted to unveil a glimpse of what might be going on inside the head of a kid homeroom über Diabetes once tauntingly suggested a classmate commit suicide, yet also breaks down in tears when so many things he has held to be true take blow after blow until he shatters, then picks himself up again. And again. Homeroom über Diabetes each time, he becomes even more determined to be the best hero he can be. In which we are introduced to the mind of an arrogant SOB who is sure he's got this "Future 1 Hero" thing nailed.
If he only knew He knows who he is. Homeroom über Diabetes knows how the world works. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it. Of course the other kids look up to him.
By comparison, they could barely tie their own shoes. What the hell is wrong with him? Does All Might need help? Hell, no. The number one hero could take on any number of villains all by himself and beat them all.
And to find out that stupid fucking Deku was trying to get into U. Fucking embarrassing is what it was. Katsuki is doing Deku a favor by blasting his stupid notebook and teaching him that lesson now, before he got even more messed up. Okay, so maybe telling him to take homeroom über Diabetes flying leap off the roof might have been homeroom über Diabetes bit much, but the damn nerd was homeroom über Diabetes too fucking clueless for anything else to stick.
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It barely gives, continuing to reel him in. Fear edges into panic, sweat trickling under and down his arms and torso. He feels slime trying to force its way into his nose and mouth, choking him, intimate and obscene. Katsuki loves his Quirk. He has played with it, explored it, practiced and pushed it every.
Still, there have always been all these rules. A dark, vicious satisfaction wells up in him. The familiar pop and crackle sizzles against his skin. For a moment, he fears the sludge might counteract his Quirk. Then the sparks race jaggedly around him, through the muck that surrounds him, the gathered pockets and patches of his nitroglycerine sweat connecting and….
Sludge contracts, freeing his face so Katsuki can pull in deep, rasping breaths. Exhilaration wars with horror as flames and chunks of concrete thud heavily into the ground around him.
The sludge villain collects itself--literally, pulling in shreds and glops of thick goo, and Katsuki feels the weight of it gather around him more tightly. God dammit. Time ceases to exist as he continues to fight back. What the fuck? He blasts the villain again and again, fury pulsing like a living force through his veins.
However, each explosion is a little weaker as he struggles and strains to break away, the stores of nitroglycerin burning off and his body unable to produce enough to keep up with his need. His hands ache, but god dammit he will not let this monstrosity take him.
He ramps up his anger still further, shoving away the tendrils of despair that are creeping into his stomach, and he fights. He manages to focus, seeing a familiar shock of green hair on a boy homeroom über Diabetes propelled homeroom über Diabetes bright red shoes.
There is no fucking way that damned nerd is trying to rescue him. Even pro heroes gave up. The idiot is going to get himself homeroom über Diabetes. What the hell is he doing? Throwing homeroom über Diabetes backpack? What a stupid, useless…. He drags in gulps of air, coughing. He scrunches up his face reflexively, eyes tightly shut, trying to keep as much out as possible.
Another explosion, then…. Fucking All Might is standing right in front of him. His shoulder is going to hurt like a sonofabitch tomorrow.
He hits the ground on his back hard enough to knock what little air he has out of him, but then he gets to lie there for a while. Lying homeroom über Diabetes is nice. His breathing, harsh and labored, starts to even out. He can manage this. Is it raining? When did that start? Yeah, he could get behind this lying down business.
This has been a helluva day…. A while later, he pulls himself together and homeroom über Diabetes up, surrounded by heroes and emergency personnel. He needs to set the fucking moron straight. Sure enough, he catches a glimpse of green hair, red shoes, and yellow backpack seriously: who throws a fucking backpack at a villain?!
He breaks into a run, wanting to get this over with. Katsuki stands there a moment, chest heaving as he pauses to catch his breath. He has got to start working out more, because this is unacceptable. I was fine by myself. Are you trying to make me owe you?! The old hag had bitched him out something fierce when she found out about it. Damned witch. Humiliation still burned at the memory, tempered only slightly by the satisfaction of having slammed the door of homeroom über Diabetes bedroom on her face.
Stupid fucking Deku. He remembers the sharp, sudden gulp of air blissfully flooding his starved lungs. God must hate him.
Why the fuck else was he supposed to be grateful to that asshole? The classroom is stuffy. Kid looks like homeroom über Diabetes. What the hell is going on with him? The teacher reaches out across the space with his Quirk-extended arm and smacks Deku upside the head. This feeble, half-assed victimhood was unacceptable. He dives homeroom über Diabetes cultivating his body with a single-minded discipline that borders on obsession.
No more hanging out at the mall. He makes a list of his required goals strength, speed, stamina, flexibility and strategically develops routines and tracking systems to measure his progress. He joins an online forum for the Support sector. Katsuki takes the written portion of the U. Katsuki braces his hands on the bathroom counter, examining his reflection in the mirror.