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

Chapter 26

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UNSPOKEN DESIRES

Katsuki's fingers danced over the keypad, punching in yet another security code for the elevator. Shoto's voice broke the silence, and Katsuki froze mid-sequence. "Uh, don't you think that's a bit much? I mean they could just fly to the top floor if they really wanted." Shoto said stating the obvious. Katsuki shot him a fiery glare, irritation seething in his ruby eyes. Caught in the crossfire, Izuku shuffled uncomfortably, eyes darting back and forth.

"What?" Katsuki snapped, his patience wearing thin as Shoto's comment hit a nerve. "You think I designed this place, idiot?" His outburst made Izuku flinch, and Katsuki cursed silently, hating himself for making him feel nervous. Running a hand through his hair, he punched in the code again. Just as the final number went in, the elevator lurched beneath them, catching them off guard.

Izuku stumbled, instinctively grabbing onto Katsuki's arm for support, while Shoto steadied himself against the wall with practiced ease. With a low hum, the elevator began its ascent to the safe house, the uncomfortable silence lingering between them. This building was a total piece of crap.

As they settled into the apartment, waiting for Aizawa to show up, Katsuki's anger and confusion were brewing inside like a storm. He paced back and forth in the living room, arms crossed tightly over his chest, brows furrowed in deep concentration as began to go over everything that had happened at the clinic.

Now that Izuku was safe, Katsuki couldn't fucking sit still. How the hell did they know? How did those bastards manage to get so close to snatching Izuku away? And Odd Eye... that psycho's face, his eyes, haunted his thoughts.

"Dammit," Katsuki muttered through gritted teeth, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "This shit isn't adding up."

Meanwhile, Shoto leaned against the window, scanning the city below them, a faint tension in his posture as he absentmindedly thumbed his lower lip, also lost in thought. Izuku, still a little shaken, sat on the floor sofa where the kotatsu had once been, watching Katsuki's restless pacing like he was waiting for him to explode.

The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the sound of Katsuki's thudding footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. He needed answers, dammit, and he needed them now. After a few minutes, Katsuki couldn't take it anymore. He turned to Izuku in frustration, the tension in the room became more than palpable.

"How the hell do you know that bastard?" Katsuki asked, trying to keep his tone relaxed but failing miserably. He took a deep breath, attempting to rein in his temper before addressing Izuku again. "Do you remember anything, nerd?" he amended, his voice more controlled now, though the edge was still there. It was a shot in the dark, but Katsuki couldn't help but ask.

Izuku stared at him for a brief moment, his expression pained, before he looked down at his scarred hands. Katsuki wanted to scream, to punch something, but he held it back, biting down on his frustration until it tasted like blood in his mouth. He could see Izuku was struggling, and he hated seeing that look, the one that screamed confusion and helplessness.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't remember, Katsuki," Izuku finally admitted softly. "Maybe I knew him before, maybe... but the amnesia," He trailed off, his brows furrowing. "Tch, fuck," he muttered, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Where the hell is that caterpillar fuck, anyways? We need answers."

"He'll be here soon," Shoto interjected, his voice a soothing contrast to Katsuki's simmering anger. For the life of him, Katsuki couldn't understand how he was always so relaxed, and it pissed him off. But before Katsuki could unleash his frustration on Shoto, Izuku shyly interrupted him. "Umm, Katsuki?"