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The prologue and chapter 1 have been posted for A Shadow of The Past!
Here's the prologue for the sequel enjoy!💚🧡💚
-BinkBonk

A Shadow of The Past

Prologue

Katsuki Bakugo stood alone among the gravestones, the wind whipping through the trees and carrying the faint scent of spring flowers. His eyes, usually burning with fierce intensity, now held a somber reflection as he stared at the grave before him.

The headstone before him reads Inko Midoriya.

A year ago, in this very spot, Katsuki had made a wish. It had been his twentieth birthday, and all he wanted was one more chance with that damn nerd, Izuku. His heart felt like it was about to explode with how much he wanted it... how much he needed it. Standing there with his eyes shut tight, he begged whatever the hell might be out there listening. He wanted to see those stupid green eyes open again, hear that voice that he'd forgotten long ago, and feel the presence of the one person who'd always been more than just his rival, but a pillar in his life.

To think that a year ago he'd been a completely different person.

The air was still, the sky a dull gray that matched the heaviness in Katsuki's chest. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it hard to breathe. His hands trembled slightly as he clutched the fresh bouquet of Japanese Camellia flowers, their yellow petals standing out against the somber backdrop.

His fingers traced the delicate petals, their softness a sharp contrast to the rough calluses on his hands. Every damn week for years, he'd brought these flowers to Izuku's hospital room. It had become a ritual, a small but important gesture that carried so much meaning in his life. Their bright color was like a slap in the face to those sterile walls and the constant beeping of the machines keeping Izuku alive. Katsuki knew the symbolism behind those delicate flowers—longing and perseverance. That's why he'd chosen them. They were his silent way of saying what he could never really put into words, much less fully admit at the time.

He knelt down, fingers trembling as they brushed away the debris and dirt that had gathered on the grave, a ritual he had repeated countless times in Izuku's place since Inko had died. But today, he worked almost reverently, as if cleaning the grave could somehow make up for the guilt that was slowly destroying him.

"Hey, Auntie," he muttered, barely above a whisper, setting the flowers at the base of the headstone. Talking to a gravestone felt weird as hell. All those times he came here in Izuku's place, he'd never once thought of speaking to her. But now... it felt like it was all he had left. The only thing that hadn't gone to shit. When he finished, he sat back on his heels, staring at the neat, clean stone.

As he sat there, Katsuki's mind drifted back to his freshman year, remembering how Izuku used to be. Damn nerd, always so innocent, so free, even with the war on the horizon. His laugh had been so genuine, his eyes bright with that annoyingly unbreakable hope. But that was before everything went to hell. Before the coma. Before the last few months tore their world apart. Their trauma had not only ripped them apart, but brought them so much closer, opening up a part of Katsuki he never thought he'd been capable of showing, but like all good things... it was never meant to last. The person Izuku had become, the darkness that seeped into his soul, was a far fucking cry from the boy Katsuki once knew. Now, his absence was a gaping wound, a constant shitty reminder of what they'd lost, what they could've had. What he had failed time and time again to protect.

Katsuki's thoughts spiraled into the dark pit of his mind. He felt like a failure—damn it, he was a failure. He'd always been nothing more than some angry, stupid-ass kid who thought he was hot shit. But the truth was he couldn't even protect the only thing he ever truly loved, the only person who mattered. Every promise he made to himself, every vow to keep Izuku safe, had shattered like glass under the league's footsteps, under that freak Odd Eye. He wasn't strong enough, realizing he had never been. He let Izuku get kidnapped and tortured, twisting him into someone so unrecognizable. The guilt of the last few months was like lead weights wrapped around his neck, dragging him down, trying to pull him under as he so desperately tried to keep his head above that endless sea of his own regrets.