Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S8 - 6. [Azure]

Katsuki stood frozen for a heartbeat, the weight of his unmasked identity pressing down on him like a vice. The thugs were circling him now, laughing, savoring their moment of triumph, and the heroes-still reeling-did nothing. The world around him blurred, his thoughts spiraling out of control.

Katsuki Bakugou. They knew. Everyone knew.

The jeers of the thugs echoed through the haze. "Just a kid! What a joke!"

The words barely registered in Katsuki's mind, his pulse roaring in his ears. He felt untethered, exposed, and more vulnerable than he'd ever been in his life. He could see Eraserhead in the distance, the horror in his eyes burning into him. The heroes hadn't moved, couldn't move; trapped in their own shock.

Suddenly, a wave of heat rolled over him, breaking through the chaos in his mind.

That's enough" Came a familiar voice, filled with a dry amusement. Katsuki blinked, his vision sharpening just in time to see blue flames licking across the ground, cutting between him and the thugs.

Dabi.

The sudden burst of heat startled the thugs, and for a moment, they faltered. One of them spun around, eyes wide with panic. "Shit! Dabi's here!"

"Didn't expect me, did you?" Dabi stepped forward, hands outstretched lazily as more blue flames crackled in the air. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes flicking over to Katsuki. "You look like you could use a hand"

Katsuki didn't respond immediately, still caught in the haze of disbelief. Dabi glanced at him again, this time more sharply, his voice laced with a hint of worry. "Get your head back in the game, or do I need to burn these idiots myself?"

Something in Katsuki snapped.

In an instant, everything crystallized. The weight that had been dragging him down lifted, and a familiar, vicious energy surged through him. The switch was almost instinctual, his body moving before his mind could fully catch up.

A slow grin crept across his face, and without a word, he lunged. Weapons were still lacing his body and he made use of them.

The first thug didn't even have time to scream before Katsuki slammed a knife into his chest, his eyes gleaming with a wild, dangerous light. The rush of adrenaline, the feel of blood on his hands; it was intoxicating. Pure, unfiltered chaos. He pulled the blade free and spun, moving onto the next target with an ease that could only be described as brutal efficiency.

This was what he lived for.

The thugs scrambled, but Katsuki was faster, more precise. He weaved through them like a predator, each strike lethal and filled with glee. His laughter, dark and unhinged, echoed through the air, mixing with the sound of clattering metal and dying gasps.

Behind him, Dabi leaned against a nearby pillar, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold with mild amusement. "There's the Deadpool I remember" He muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching in approval.

Katsuki didn't hear him. He was lost in the fight, his senses heightened, his focus narrowed to a single, brutal purpose: kill them all.

Blood sprayed across the floor as he shoved one of the last thugs to the ground, stomping on his chest hard enough to crack ribs. The man screamed and Katsuki felt euphoric at the sound, his face splitting into a grin as he lifted his knife again, slamming it down once, twice, thrice.

The heroes were watching, still stunned, but he didn't care. Let them watch. Let them see who he really was.

With a final slash, the last thug fell, gurgling on the ground as blood pooled around him. Katsuki stood over him, chest heaving, the thrill of the kill still buzzing in his veins. The world felt sharper, clearer-this was where he thrived.

He turned, the grin still lingering on his face as he locked eyes with Dabi.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Feeling better?"

Katsuki's unhinged smile only widened, his breath heavy. "Much"

But even as he said it, a flicker of doubt nagged at the back of his mind. He turned his gaze to the heroes, who were staring at him with a mixture of horror and disbelief.

Bakugou.

They knew.

But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, all that mattered was that Teskai was safe. The blood on his hands was proof that he could protect the people who mattered.

For now, that was enough.

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