𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 💥𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦💥

Bitter Sweet Reunion

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Chapter 43

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*First day of Capture*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Izuku's POV:

As Izuku's consciousness began to flicker back to life, a cold, paralyzing dread gripped his heart. The world around him was a hazy blur of dimness and shadows, and a shiver ran down his spine as he realized he was lying on a frigid, unyielding surface. The touch of cold stone against his skin sent a jolt of discomfort through his body, and he instinctively tried to move, only to find his arms and neck confined by tight restraints. He studied them with the light that gleamed from under the door, reading that it was a device called '(T.I.M.)The Iron Maiden'. He tried to use his quirks, but nothing stirred inside of him.

His wide, emerald eyes darted around the darkness, searching for any sign of escape. He wracked his brain for a solution, his mind racing even as his quirk remained stubbornly dormant. Frustration mingled with a growing fear as Izuku's attempts to free himself yielded no results. Every tug, every twist, every anguished effort seemed to reinforce the suffocating grip of the restraints. His heart thundered in his chest, the frantic rhythm echoing like a frantic drumbeat in his ears. As the haze of fear lifted, a sharp memory pierced through his thoughts —Katsuki's anguished face, reaching out to him.

The memory made Izuku whimper. He had to get out of here, had to escape and find his way back to Katsuki.

He gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he fought against the unyielding restraints. With every ounce of strength, he could muster, he poured his energy into breaking free, his vision tunneling as he channeled all his willpower into each effort.

Sweat coated his skin, his body trembling with exertion as he fought against the chains. But as the minutes stretched on and his efforts yielded no progress, his breaths came in ragged gasps, his arms and neck aching from the strain, bruises blossoming on his skin. Exhaustion settled over him like a suffocating cloak, and with a defeated whimper, he reluctantly ceased his struggles, his head bowing in surrender to the implacable grip of his surroundings.

As hours stretched on agonizingly, Izuku's desperation grew. His body ached from the uncomfortable position, his muscles protesting against the uncomfortable position he was forced into. The gnawing hunger in his stomach only grew more insistent with time. The absence of any contact, and not even a drop of water, intensified his distress. Fear settled deep within him, like an unwelcome guest refusing to leave. It clung to his thoughts, feeding on his uncertainty and doubts. Yet, despite the overwhelming sense of dread, he refused to give up hope.

Just as weariness threatened to consume him, a faint sound reached his ears—an echo of footsteps approaching. Izuku's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding against his ribcage as he strained to listen. The footsteps grew louder, echoing through the corridor until they finally stopped just outside his cell.

The door creaked open, and a harsh, blinding light pierced through the shadows, forcing Izuku to squint. His vision cleared just enough for him to make out the ominous figure that stood before him – a man with mismatched eyes that glinted with a malevolent delight. The sight of Odd Eye's sinister grin made Izuku's skin crawl, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as those eyes swept over Izuku's weakened state.

The sound of Odd Eye's voice was like a knife, slicing through the tense silence. "Aahh look who's still hanging in there," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Did you miss me, Midoriya?"