𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕍.𝟚 💥𝔹𝕜𝔻𝕜💥

Chapter 10

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To Your Eternity

Katsuki's return to the realm of the living was abrupt, the vestigial realm spitting him out faster than it had dragged him in. The crackling electricity that had surrounded him flickered and vanished into thin air. The rapid transition left Katsuki disoriented and infuriated.

"DAMMIT!" Katsuki's roar shook the room, the chair toppling as he leaped up. Frustration coiled his muscles; fists clenched, trembling with bottled fury. The nurse, now alarmed by the commotion, hesitated in the doorway, but Katsuki's glare shut her up. "It's fine, alright? Everything's fucking fine," he growled, sharp and dismissive. Fuck!He had been so Goddamn close! If he could've just blasted through that fuckingbarrier sooner!

The air in the room crackled with Katsuki's frustration as he paced, his mind racing with the echoes of Izuku's distant plea and the brush of their fingertips. He had been so close, so fucking close to dragging him back.

It took everything in Katsuki not to grab Izuku by the shoulders and try to shake him awake. His frustration manifested as a tangible force, his eyes ablaze with the intensity of his emotions. The room seemed too damn small to contain the inferno within him.

Damnit, Deku! Wake the hell up, his thoughts screamed with the same urgency that had echoed through the vestigial plane. The memories of the tear-stricken face within the green mist haunted him, and the frustration that he had come so close to Izuku ate at him.

In a fit of anger and helplessness, Katsuki resisted the overwhelming urge to unleash his explosive quirk in the confined space, hands hissing as they glowed involuntarily. The nurse, still hovering in the doorway, wisely kept her distance as Katsuki wrestled with the turmoil within him.

Katsuki, consumed by frustration and pent-up rage, found himself walking to the window. He needed a moment away from prying eyes, away from the suffocating atmosphere of the room. The glass pane offered a glimpse of the outside world, a world that felt painfully distant from the cosmic realm he had just been expelled from. A world that's moved on like Izuku wasn't important enough to matter.

As he reached the window, Katsuki ran a trembling hand over his face, feeling the heat of his anger radiating from his flushed skin. The view outside was a blur, much like the emotions raging within him. He inhaledsharply before exhaling slowly, he leaned his forehead against the cool surface of the window, attempting to gather himself. How the hell did he fail? How did he let Izuku slip through his fingers? His thoughts were a shitstorm of regret, anger, and the bitter taste of failure.

His whole body shook with pure unrelenting anger, a fury born from the realization that he had come so close, and it left him feeling utterly pathetic. A pathetic hero who couldn't even save the one person who truly meant something to him—the one person who mattered.

"Fuckinguseless," he muttered to himself, the harsh self-criticism hanging in theair. A stream of curses followed shortly after, with a low, gutturalundercurrent of frustration that echoed in the silence of the room. Katsuki cursed himself, the situation, the damn invisible barrier that had kept them apart. He felt pathetic for failing, for not being able to break through to Izuku.

The machines in the room beeped, their rhythmic sounds cutting through the haze of Katsuki's frustration and self-loathing. The noise brought his attention back to the present, back to the reality that Izuku was still lying unconscious, separated from him by more than just the physical distance.

Katsuki's eyes, still burning with the intensity of his emotions, shifted to the hospital bed where Izuku lay. The machines monitoring Izuku's vital signs hummed with a steady, reassuring rhythm. Despite the chaos in Katsuki's mind, the reality of the situation pressed upon him—Izuku needed time, needed to wake up on his own terms.