He was slaughtered right in front of his eyes. Katsuki had watched as Izuku's body was torn apart, literally. Every twist of the skin made blood spurting from all over, each bone that snapped resonated in his ears like an echo, every scream that wa...
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Rain poured down from the swirling clouds above him and each drop that fell onto his uniform would make space and mix with the crimson roots of Izuku's blood and replace each one that fell onto the road he walked down on.
"K-...Ch- achk ghh!"
Legs carried him down the asphalted road with feet that splashed in puddles and leaving drops of red when they took another step forward. But every time he walked, it felt as if he could just collapse on the spot from how much strain his body is in even though it was still on high alert.
"U-ack. Hhhuk nggh-"
His eyes were still wide and down casted, his hair soaking in water and stains of blood splatter, murky liquids from the alleys way and washing down his face before they reached the asphalt beneath him. His eyes were wide and blinked unevenly, the red contours of the pupils seemed to shake like his body as they looked down at the wet concrete beneath his feet and looked at his reflection but his eyes were unfocused.
Then, something in the color of yellow came to view and his feet automatically stopped as he tried getting his vision back in focus, water still pouring and since he was immobile, the water started having a red shimmer to it as it pooled around his feet and onto the bag on the floor. One of the straps was ripped and it had tire tread marks along the front of it.
"Please..."
Katsuki crouched down and grabbed the discarded bag, the smooth rubber material refraining from his stained hands to ruin it even though it already looked like shit. His features remained the same as he stared at the yellow bag in his hands before looking at the road ahead to see something else on the floor. His arms slowly dropped to his sides as he held the bag with one hand before taking a few steps further before bending over to grab hold of the blue binding notebook before standing back up.
"MOVE!"
Katsukis throat burned and he dropped to the floor, landing on his hands and knees as the object he held fell somewhere beside him before gagging loudly. Vomit quickly cut off his next gag and bitter fluids ran down his tongue before landing onto the street and mixing with the water. He coughed as he caught his breath before his stomach tightened again and hunching in itself and his mouth was filled with bile once more, his head dropping as it went past his lips. He heaved in air as his breath was regained and his throat tightened again but it wasn't because of the stomach acid building up again.
His body started shaking again and his bottom lip quivered. His eyes brimmed with new tears and his hand gave out from the shakin, causing his body to tumble sideways but his other arm lay on the floor as well, putting him in a position of a kneel with his head between his trembling arms. He didn't care about how close he was to the floor, or people seeing him at his weakest because his mind was overrun with Izuku's face. The face that pleaded for help, the face that turned blue due to lack of oxygen, and the face of shock in his last moments. His eyes were closed as he tried curling into himself, his back to the sky and his stomach tightened with each hiccup that threatened to come through his salivated lips.
