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Unveiling Shadows
The silence in the room was near suffocating. Alone with his thoughts, Katsuki stared at his trembling hands, frustration and worry twisting his gut into knots. It had been so long since he had been without Izuku, and every moment apart felt like an eternity.
He hated every damn second of it.
Katsuki couldn't help but comb through what the hell had just happened, replaying the whole damn scene over and over like a broken record. He couldn't sit still, couldn't contain the restless energy coursing through his damn veins. Without even realizing it, he started pacing the living room.
He ran a hand through his unruly hair, his fingers tangling in the blonde strands, as he struggled to make sense of the chaos inside his head. Back and forth he went, like a caged tiger trapped in the confines of his own shitty mind. How the hell had everything spiraled out of control so fucking quickly? One moment, they were having a conversation, and the next, he was tied up by Aizawa like some damn wild animal.
The horrible feeling of dread clawed at him, a primal instinct warning him that something was wrong, that Izuku was in danger. He felt pathetic, weak, and the fact that he couldn't do a damn thing about it sparked those embers of his kindling rage.
His fists clenched tighter; knuckles turned bone-white as he fought to contain the storm brewing within. But the more he paced, the more those flames licked at his insides, threatening to burst free like a goddamn volcano.
He couldn't take it anymore. "FUCK," Explosions crackled to life across his hands, the heat searing his skin as he grabbed hold of the nearest object—a jagged piece of the shattered table. Without a single fucking thought, he hurled it at the wall with all the force he could muster. It flew through the air, the sound of its impact echoing through the room like thunder. The plaster cracked, and debris exploded in every direction as the table leg collided with the wall.
Katsuki's heavy breathing filled the room, the sound a harsh contrast to the silence that followed his outburst. The rush of adrenaline, his fuel, now ebbed away, leaving behind a hollow emptiness he hadn't felt in ages.
Sinking onto the floor sofa, Katsuki curled up against the cushions, pulling his legs up to his chest in a fetal position. He buried his face in his hands, fingers tangling in his hair as the anxiety rushed back in like a tidal wave. Fuck, he felt like he was starting to drown. Katsuki clenched his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to push back against it, he couldn't let this damn anxiety win, couldn't let it tear him apart like this. But he knew, no matter how many times he'd fought against it, it always felt like a losing battle.
That shadow, his own personal hell, slithered back into his mind, mocking him with his vulnerabilities. It never left, lurking in the shadows of his thoughts since that damn accident. He'd fought that PTSD for years, but now, with Izuku gone and emotions running wild, the bastard felt stronger than ever.
He needed the voices to just leave him the hell alone, dammit. He nearly growled, nails digging into his skin, a wasted attempt to push back against the darkness.
The echoes of Izuku's horrible, ragged breaths filled his mind. He couldn't escape the images, the sounds, the smells—every sensory detail that had been burned into his consciousness like a brand. It wasn't just the way he was lying there broken, bleeding, and struggling. No, it was the look in Izuku's eyes, glazed over with agony, that haunted him the most. That moment when Izuku seemed to accept his fate, surrendering to the—
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𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕍.𝟚 💥𝔹𝕜𝔻𝕜💥
Romance[Editted Version] "Katsuki's core heated as he was left speechless. His lips parted slightly as Izuku's thumb slipped into his mouth, and he instinctively sucked on it, his tongue swirling around the digit." In the aftermath of a devastating battle...
