𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙐𝙨

(41) weltschmerz

Not fully satisfied with this chapter but I cried writing it bc I'm attached to my characters.

Also, I split it into two parts bc I felt bad with all the heart-wrenching pain in one chapter so I may die next chapter bc y'all are gonna kill me :)

Enjoy unnecessary and awkwardly placed sadness pt. 1!

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"Katsuki, no one is here. How the hell are we going to pass if there is no one here?"

"Whaddya mean how are we gonna win?" He squinted at me with eyes of frustration. "We kill whoever tries to mess with us!"

"I don't know if you know who I am, but if I kill someone you will be visiting me in hell." I raised my eyebrows sassing at him further.

"What makes you think I'm going to hell?" Said the blonde.

It wasn't only me who gave him the same look. I shifted to the side slyly in ways of adding to my silent comment. "Have you met yourself?"

"You guys have been going back and forth the entire time." Kirishima groaned as he ran his hand down his face rough handedly.

"Yeah, when are we gonna fight some bad guys?" Kaminari agreed, letting his body slump down toward the ground.

Katsuki let out a yell as small firework explosions popped in his palms. "I dunno why you idiot followed us, god damn it!"

I walked off to the side, simply dazing off into the quiet side of the empty streetway. They continued to bicker between themselves loudly as if their voices wouldn't echo into the distance.

If they wanted someone to find them, that would happen a lot quicker than expected.

"I'll be over here, actually looking for people to fight." I kept walking forward but waved as if they'd saw it.

They were too busy yelling at each other to notice I left (an: so badly wanted to put 'dipped' instead of left).

I explored, walked around the empty staged city just waiting for something to happen. Frankly, I thought everyone else was probably in the industrial areas or something since it would work well with most quirks. Then again, I didn't care where I was at.

I kicked my boots against the concrete, causing the bottom of them to lose their grip slightly. My mind was too occupied to hear the sound of chains and another pair of shoes.

Until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

My body stiffened, waited for the attack to be played yet it hadn't. I was left with the uncertainty and weary feeling. It didn't help that my chest rose and fell, explicitly showing the nervousness in my system.

I spun around, gripped my shoulder to take hold of the suspect's hand. But instead of grabbing their hand, I was grabbed my own shoulder. No hand nor person was behind me.

My raced eyes, head switching directions to track down where they could have been hidden. "Come out," I demanded, voice bouncing off the buildings. "Ren, I know it's you."

My body came to recognize his aura. Understood it as a peace before though now he was a smaller threat. It caused my fingertips to glow, twitch as the power itched and worked. That's when I noticed he was alone.

"You make this no fun. What happened to the old times?" His voice echoed still. Wasn't fully out in the open which meant he was hidden somewhere nearby.

Looking for him would be a timer waster. A game that he wanted to play, frustrate me into possibly giving up or maybe lose my cool. He wasn't a hand-to-hand combat person, he needed the distance.