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XIX: Bittersweet Anniversary

XIX: Bittersweet Anniversary

Third POV
*Mature Content Ahead*

Izuku's forehead pounded as he watched the numbers climb up to his work office.

Katsuki.

He was furious.

More so than Izuku could've ever imagined.

The sound of the elevator ding snapped Izuku out of his thoughts, seeing the doors left slightly ajar yet no noises he carefully walked in.

To think in such little time, majority of the room had been destroyed.

Anything not bolted down was knocked off, shattered or thrown.

The black pistol Katsuki was once rampaging with was discarded towards the divider, where a framed photograph was all, but recognizable.

"The one Uraraka gave to me as a gift." Izuku muttered in his head, noticing the image itself had been torn up and the glass protecting it had multiple and fury-driven bullet holes into it.

He looked over to the opposite end where the desk was and one of the large paned glass had a large crack at it.

Sitting right by it though on the ground was Katsuki.

Small bits of blood seemed to be dribbling down his thigh, coiling around his leg with the way he sat.

Izuku looked over to see a small jagged piece of glass with a reddish tint around it, then back to the hurting omega.

Sniffling, with a picture frame right in front of him.

Izuku recognized that one, even in the dark.

It was the one of both of them on their wedding night, that sat in his office back at home.

Katsuki brought it with him all this way..?

And that's when Izuku heard Katsuki for real.

Under the tensed silence, he could hear Katsuki's voice strained and cracking as he played with his ring and looked at the photo.

"Izuku.." he sniffed, not even aware that the actual alpha was in the room as he tapped on the photographed versions face, "Where did I go wrong.?"

He then looked up, exhaling hard with fatigue.

And then Izuku saw it.

The deep bags and faded look around Katsuki's once vibrant eyes.

"Is it... my eyes?" Katsuki questioned, scooting back when Izuku slowly approached, "I can get surgery to get rid of the bags if you want them gone immediately."

He swallowed briskly, "Is it my attitude.?"

"...If you give me some time I can force myself to quiet down and only speak when spoken to."

"You don't have to keep giving me roses, or letting me go do joy shopping..." Katsuki whispered, his grip to the picture going weak.

His words were strewed with a defeated tone.

He watched as Katsuki adjusted himself to sit on his knees and place his hands in front as he bowed his body.

"If I said something, or if I've done something you disliked to the point where you felt like you had to chose her over me then I apologize." Katsuki murmured out, "I just want you to still love me."

Oh no.

This wasn't what Izuku wanted.

Not at all.

The prime alpha stepped forward, steadily holding out his hand as he lowered himself to Katsuki's level to pick the omega from the ground.