Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S3 - 8. [Longing]

That night, under the cover of darkness, Katsuki moved stealthily through the quiet streets. The Midoriya household loomed before him, a beacon of warmth and nostalgia in the otherwise silent neighborhood.

With practiced precision, Katsuki approached the familiar building, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to execute his personal mission.

He knew he shouldn't be here, knew he was risking everything by coming back, but he couldn't shake the nagging worry that gnawed at his mind; the fear that his precious ones were in danger, and he was powerless to protect them.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Katsuki slipped through the unlocked window of the Midoriya household, his movements silent as a shadow as he made his way through the familiar corridors. His heart hammered in his chest with each passing moment, the weight of his secret threatening to crush him as he tiptoed through the darkness.

Finally, he reached the living room, his fingers trembling as he carefully placed the small cameras he had brought with him. He knew it was a risk, knew he was crossing a line by invading their privacy, but he couldn't bear the thought of not knowing if they were safe.

As he continued planting cameras, a wave of guilt washed over him, threatening to drown him in its depths. What was he doing here? What right did he have to intrude on their lives like this?

With cautious steps, Katsuki slipped into Izuku's room, the faint glow of the moon casting eerie shadows across the familiar space. His heart thudded in his chest as he surveyed the room, memories of countless sleepovers and late-night conversations flooding his mind.

The air was heavy with the scent of Izuku's favorite books and the soft hum of his radiator, a comforting familiarity that tugged at Katsuki's heartstrings. But there was no time for sentimentality now.

He moved silently across the room, his senses on high alert for any sign of movements. He couldn't afford to be caught, not when so much was at stake. And so, with a silent prayer for success, Katsuki set to work, his fingers deftly placing a small camera that faced the window in a nondescript location, his mind racing with the urgency of his mission.

But then, as he glanced around the room, his eyes fell on a photo of him and Izuku, smiling together at the camera. And in that moment, he knew: he was doing this because he cared, because he couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone else he loved.

With a heavy heart and a silent vow to keep them safe, Katsuki slipped out of the Midoriya household as quietly as he had come, his mind racing with the weight of his secret and the uncertainty of the future.

But deep down, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would do whatever it took to protect those he held dear, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had left.

As Katsuki returned home, the weight of his actions bore down on him like a crushing wave, threatening to drown him in a sea of guilt and regret. He closed the door to his room behind him, his shoulders slumped and his chest heavy with the burden of his secrets.

With trembling hands, he sank onto the edge of his bed, his emotions threatening to consume him as tears welled in his eyes. He had betrayed his childhood friend's trust, invaded their privacy in the name of protection, and he couldn't shake the overwhelming guilt that gnawed at his conscience.

In the darkness of his room, Katsuki let out a choked sob, his body shaking with the force of his emotions as he finally allowed himself to break down. The weight of his secrets, the fear of what the future held, it all crashed over him in a tidal wave of despair.

He buried his face in his hands, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to consume him. He felt like a monster, a shadow of the hero he once thought he could be.

Spying, killing, endless flows of blood, job offer illegal job, it was just so much.

That damn bastard did this. Jiang Cheng did this to him. Jiang Cheng and his fucking boss.

But deep down, beneath the layers of guilt, a spark of justice flickered. He couldn't undo what he had done, couldn't erase the mistakes of his past, but he could strive to do better, to be better, to make amends for the pain he had caused.

He could fix things. He could deliver justice.

Katsuki wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't just a young, naive boy who couldn't make a difference. He was Deadpool, a fearless mercenary who would set things right.

No matter what.

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