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

Chapter 30

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Bakugo's Fury

Monday morning had just barely fucking started, and Katsuki felt his blood already starting to boil as he left Izuku at home. He braced himself for the day ahead, knowing it was going to be a huge damn mess, especially with the whole shitty situation revolving around their relationship. But fuck, nothing, not even his own damn self, could've prepped him for the circus waiting outside his agency.

Approaching the front doors to FlashFire, the paparazzi were already swarming like a fucking volt of starved vultures, flashing cameras and jabbering questions like there was no tomorrow. Actually, they were more like rabid dogs, thirsting for any scrap of info, especially anything to do with Izuku. And hell, if it didn't piss him off to no end.

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as he lifted his chin, before bulldozing through the crowd, ignoring their questions and requests like white noise. His anger crackled in the air around him, a warning to these pests to back the hell off. The journalists instinctively stepped back, parting for him, because they knew better than to push him, not if they didn't want to face his wrath.

"Dynamight, can you confirm if Midoriya's return means he's coming back as a pro hero?"

"Did you have any involvement in his disappearance for the last few weeks? What are you hiding?"

"Is it true that you and Midoriya have been secretly dating all this time?"

"Are you using your influence as a hero to protect him?"

"Will your relationship with Midoriya affect your ability to be a reliable hero?"

"Is it true that Midoriya was spotted during the attack at the clinic that was attacked by possible LOV supporters? What does this mean for the safety of heroes?"

"Are you and Deku actually in a relationship? What are your thoughts about how your fans will react?"

The barrage of questions felt like borderline assault, each one chipping away at his already frayed patience. Fucking paparazzi, swarming like Goddamn mosquitoes, sucking the life outta him with their insatiable thirst for drama. He'd known that they'd be in the spotlight, sure, but seeing the chaos up close, it made his need to protect Izuku go into overdrive.

And as the questions kept coming, Katsuki's nostrils flared, and his patience went taut. "Back the fuck off," he growled, his tone low and menacing. "I'm not here to entertain your bullshit." His words were like a warning shot, a clear message that he wasn't about to play their stupid fucking game.

The crowd of journalists seemed to take Katsuki's warning with a grain of salt, continuing to push their luck. And then, just as Katsuki's patience reached its breaking point, someone thrust a camera a little too close to his face, the flash blinding him for a split second.

That was it. That was the last damn straw.

Without warning, Katsuki whirled towards the crowds, his quirk crackling in his hands, ready to unleash hell. His eyes blazed with fury, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed through the chaos. "I said BACK THE FUCK OFF!"

The paparazzi immediately scrambled out of his way, stumbling over each other to get out of his path as he barreled towards them. With a fierce scowl, Katsuki stopped just a few feet from the crowd. He let his quirk crackle ominously, sending embers of energy dancing in the air. The raw power emanating from him was enough to make them cower in fear. Good.

"I've had enough of your bullshit!" Katsuki's voice boomed, cutting through the chaotic clamor of the paparazzi. "I won't stand by and let you exploit Deku's situation for your shitty ratings!"