Our Future Together.

15

(I think I'll be making this a sad story. I don't know why, I've been loving sad stories lately. I'll give it some more thoughts.)

NO ONE P.O.V

"Then.. Who's that?"

Katsuki asked, looking back and seeing Aizawa, or whoever that was, standing beneath the doorway, looking at them. With those, black, empty eyes of his, the same eyes those guards, and basically everyone in this building had.

"Aizawa?"

Shoto said. Shoto was the one who wasn't informed about what Midoriya and Katsuki were confused , as he approached his two friends. Midoriya had briefly explained to the clueless Shoto, while Katsuki kept his eyes on Aizawa.

"Oh, I thought I was the only one who noticed."

Shoto was one of the first ones to notice something was wrong about this place. He just didn't say anything cause he saw Katsuki and Midoriya being relaxed.

"What are you three doing there? Come on."

Aizawa said, walking back into the dark, cold room. Katsuki looked behind him, seeing both Midoriya and Shoto activating their quirks, though they made sure not to make it obvious. Katsuki looked back. He also activated his quirk. They didn't know what was waiting for them inside this room, so it was better to be prepared. Katsuki took the first step. Behind him, he could hear Midoriya and Shoto following him.

When they were finally inside the room, the door behind them closed forcefully, as if someone with strength Quirk closed those doors. The three boys now fully activated their Quirks, and thanks to Midoriya and Katsuki's Quirk lighting up, they were able to observe the room more. The three boys got closer to each other while keeping their guards up. They looked around, seeing if they could see any movement.

"Aizawa?"

Midoriya called out.

Nothing. Aizawa didn't answer him. Where did Aizawa go? What the hell is this room?? Why the hell did they feel like someone was watching them. Watching them as they pathetically looked around. Not even seconds passed by with Midoriya calling out for their teacher, and the lights to the room finally turned on.

"What the fuck..."

Katsuki said, as the lights to the room slowly lit up.

"That's alot of screens..."

The room was a chaotic mess, as if a storm had swept through it. Monitors lined the walls, displaying live feeds from various parts of the facility. Their screens flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced across the room. The floor was littered with blueprints, documents, and photographs, some of which were stained and torn, hinting at a rushed and frantic search for information. Shelves that once held neatly organized files now leaned precariously, their contents spilling out in disarray. Oh, and it also smelled like shit. As if something was rotting inside.

A thick layer of dust covered most surfaces, suggesting the room had been abandoned in haste. The air was stale and carried a faint, metallic smell that was both unfamiliar and unsettling. Wires dangled from the ceiling and snaked along the floor, adding to the sense of disorganization and neglect. Katsuki looked down and saw a document that had their school's name on it. He knelt to pick it up, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Meanwhile, Midoriya and Shoto approached the monitors, their faces illuminated by the cold, bluish glow of the screens.

"What the hell..."

Katsuki muttered under his breath, his voice filled with confusion. Shoto shivered involuntarily.