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

Chapter 31

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Close Contact

It was one a.m., Katsuki ventured towards the location marked on his map. He found himself nearing the outskirts of the city, leaving behind the familiar urban landscape for a desolate and industrial setting. The once bustling streets transformed into quieter roads, lined with abandoned warehouses and factories.

This place was dead, only the hum of distant machinery and occasional gusts of wind broke the silence. The buildings stood like old soldiers, windows shattered, walls covered in graffiti, relics of a time no one cared about anymore.

His steps echoed through the empty streets as he cautiously approached the warehouse. Its rusty, chipped metal siding screamed neglect. The large doors, half-open, were a clear sign that something shady was going down inside. The place looked like it hadn't been touched in years, but Katsuki could feel it—something was off, lurking in the darkness.

Katsuki had been briefed on the situation involving Odd Eye and his possible connection to this place, but the available intel had been nothing more than fucking sparse. The bastard had left nothing but a trail of chaos and destruction across Japan, which was why his agency was chosen for the Task. Since its start, FlashFire was boasted of having one of the highest closing rates for unsolved cases in the industry. They had a reputation for diving headfirst into the shittiest situations and coming out on top, and yet after two years of trailing them, they'd been coming up fucking short—until now.

There were no official reports on the head of the League of Villains, but Katsuki knew from his sources that Odd Eye possessed a dangerous combination of intellect, agility, and a formidable quirk. He knew more than anyone that this wasn't some petty thug they were dealing with. Katsuki had always prided himself on being a quick judge of a person's character, and the few minutes he'd come face-to-face with Odd Eye were enough to know that bastard was more than capable of pulling strings from the shadows, a ghost who always seemed a step ahead.

As the heroes waited in the shadows, Katsuki's impatience grew. Damn it, he hated waiting. He wanted to get this over with so he could get back to the one thing that should matter most—Izuku. Suddenly, a report crackled through his earpiece. "Reporting in. I'm detecting about twenty heat signatures inside, but my quirk is encountering strange interference from underground. Not sure if it's relevant. There are four floors, and four signatures are on the top level. Over."

Katsuki's ears perked up at the report. He listened intently, his focus sharpening at the confirmation that the warehouse was in fact not deserted. The hero within him stirred, ready to face whatever awaited. "Copy that," Katsuki responded, clicking his mic. He discussed tactics and possible contact points for a few minutes, trying to tie up all loose ends.

"Stay fucking alert and proceed with caution. We need to take down that bastard and rescue any potential hostages. No screw-ups!"

With his fellow heroes and sidekicks stationed around the perimeter, Katsuki steeled himself for the battle ahead. Katsuki rolled his shoulders, feeling the familiar tension in his muscles ease up. He started doing a boxer's bounce, his movements light and precise, each bounce sending a jolt through his body. The rhythmic motion helped him focus, his mind clearing everything except the task at hand. He could feel the faint tingling of his quirk sparking to life, tiny explosions popping in his palms as he warmed up.

He shook his arms out, letting the tension flow out of his body, and then stopped his footwork to crack his neck. The sharp pops brought a brief sense of relief. Katsuki let loose a slow, measured breath, the air hissing through his teeth as he exhaled. This was it; it was fucking show time.