Trust no one. (Sequel to 'What's next?')

Chapter 25

Rumi's POV

Izuku?

My mind was still having trouble understanding what the hell was happening.

Is that really you?

Tears sting at my eyes as I watch him charge at the man.

If that's really you, how could you not come back?

My heartbreak from his death came back full force, betrayal accompanying it.

Why didn't you come back?

They exchanged hits, each of them fighting as equals. Every hit dodged led with a counter. Every punch parried was followed with another attempt at an attack. Both of them were taking hits but neither was taking anything to hinder their fight.

Punch after punch, tears fell from my eyes. I try looking through them, hoping to get a good look at Izuku, and only seeing rage etched into his features. His anger blinding him from any pain he might be feeling.

My own tears blurred my vision, my heart unable to decide how I should act.

Should I be happy he's alive?

Or should I be angry he never came back to me?

I don't know what to do anymore.

I didn't know how to feel.

I feel my body grow numb as my brain went into overdrive, trying to figure out how I should feel.

Either way, I felt relief knowing he was back. Knowing that I was in safe hands.

Izuku caught a kick aimed for his ribs and gripped the man's neck before spinning and throwing him into the wall. The man had crouched down next to the wall as Izuku charged back to him, throwing a haymaker. The man caught it and shoved his elbow into Izuku's stomach, making him grunt.

Keeping low, the man wrapped his arms around Izuku's waist and pushing him to the ground. The man was on top but Izuku used their momentum to keep falling and throwing him behind him.

Through my internal distress, I failed to miss something. While Creati's grandfather was trying to kill him, Izuku wasn't. Izuku may have been angry, but he held himself back so he didn't kill him.

One man did notice, however, and he made it know to the arena.

"Stop holding back!" Creati's grandfather shouted back at him, landing a hard blow to Izuku's stomach, throwing him into the wall. "While you may be chivalrous, you're not going for the kill. Give it your all, show me your strength Svetovid! Or I will kill your friends." The elder Yaoyorozu took this time to spread his arms, a patronising tone accompanying his voice. Izuku knelt down to catch his breath, the hit resonating throughout his body. "You are alone, child, can't you see that? There is only darkness for you, and death for your people. Sure, you are strong, but I am beyond strength, so go down fighting with your all, or I will make sure everyone you love in this room will suffer." Izuku stood up in silence, his arm holding onto his side as he looked around the room, staring at everyone before locking eyes with me, staring deep into mine, letting me see how much doubt he felt.

Staring into him made me remember every moment I spent with him. Every lunch time we sat together. Every villain attack he saved us from. But most importantly, every kiss we shared and how much I helped console him.

I already know he's killed people, and if he made it one more, it wouldn't change how I felt about him. I give him a slow nod, letting him know I'm on his side, no matter what.

No matter what, I will never leave you, you are who I want to be with.

I just hope he can avoid killing, for his own sake.