𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 💥𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦💥

Until We Meet Again

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Chapter 9

Katsuki stood before door 425, his hands trembling like he had a damn earthquake inside him. Aizawa's words echoed in his mind— no more sedation, Izuku most likely remain unconscious. The doctors wanted friends and family to interact with him, to try and wake him from his coma. Two weeks of dodging this hospital trip, but now he had no choice.

Yet Katsuki stood there, frozen again, he felt like some presence was clinging to him, a suffocating shadow ready to swallow him whole.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled, sending a shiver sliding down his spine Why the hell was it so damn hard to step in?

Quit being such a fucking pussy. He growled to himself, trying to psych himself up. He needed to shove through the doubts and fears.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. Katsuki reached for the doorknob, gradually swinging the door open.

The room held an eerie silence, disrupted only by the rhythmic machine beeps, now the sole focus of Katsuki's attention. He slipped inside, the door closing with care. The space felt hollow, void of life except for Izuku lying there, or rather what was left of him.

There were only two bodies in the room, yet it felt as if only one held a soul.

Other than the monstrous life support systems, there was a seat by the bed and a small table near a sizable window, the room was practically barren. Medical charts adorned the wall parallel to the bed, divulging crucial details about the concoctions in his IV drips. Katsuki approached the bed, heart hammering against his ribs. The shadow felt almost insidious. If it had a voice, it would be cackling at the discomfort it gave him.

Katsuki throat bobbed, forcing himself to push down the nervousness. He was not weak. He hammered that mantra in his mind as he clenched his fists and squared his jaw. He had to be strong.

Near Izuku's bedside, Katsuki couldn't shake the sickening coil in his gut. The sight horrified him. Izuku's vibrant warmth, the thing he had hated so much...was gone. Slowly sinking into the seat beside the bed, Katsuki's gaze fixed on Izuku's broken body. Half of his head was shaved, revealing stitches that ran down over his temple. What was left of his pale green hair clung to his thin face, contrasting with the deep purple bruises that surrounded his sunken eyes. How the hell could someone who was so full of life become little more than a corpse?

Katsuki stared at him, trying to remember what he looked like before the accident. Memories flowed into him, images of them playing as kids, running through the fields to catch bugs and play heroes. Laughter echoed as they ran through fields, young spirits twining in the forest, chasing a beetle into the brush. But the scene shifted, transforming into a classroom where Izukud now lay on the floor, someone standing over him with a menacing grin.

"You wanna be a hero so bad? I've got an idea for you," the boy sneered, as if almost amused by the terror on Izuku's face. "If you think you'll have a quirk in your next life... you should take a swan dive off the roof, " his malicious words echoed in his mind, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. The boy was Katsuki himself, a villainous expression etched on his face. His hands were extended outward, explosions crackling and dancing around them. Katsuki had always desperately wanted to be a hero, but he looked more like a villain at that moment than a hero.

A surge of sorrow clawed its way up from Katsuki's gut as Izuku's smiles vanished, replaced by the horror etched by his own hands.

The pieces began falling into place.