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Shattered Embers
Day Sixty-three of Imprisonment
The clock read 10:30 PM, but Katsuki hardly noticed. The faint glow of his computer screen cast harsh shadows across the piles of intel cluttering his desk. For two months, he'd been tearing through file after file, each one a dead end he'd torn through a hundred times before.
The tension that had been building within him for the last two weeks since the incident with One For All was now a relentless pressure, suffocating him. The memory of that night haunted him—the voices, the tether, Izuku's shattered plea echoing in his head like a curse. And still, nothing. No answers. No trace.
He couldn't stand another second of it.
Abruptly, Katsuki slammed the file shut, the sharp crack reverberating in the silence. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping back with a harsh screech against the floor before falling over. It wasn't enough—nothing was enough to release the fury corroding his insides like acid.
His breath were uneven as he shoved the heels of his palms into his eyes, grinding against them before dragging his hands down his face. His nails scraped over his skin as his fingers clawed at his scalp, his frustration boiling over into something feral and uncontrollable.
"Fucking hell!" The words tore out of him, rough and guttural, as he paced in short, jerky strides, his body trembling with the effort to contain the pressure threatening to detonate inside him. His fists flexed and unflexed, sparks flickering erratically at his fingertips, little bursts of light that threatened to ignite.
He stopped abruptly, whirling to face the desk like it had personally wronged him. With a roar that ripped from the depths of his chest, Katsuki slammed both fists onto its surface. The explosion was instant, a thunderous crack that splintered the wood and sent the entire desk flipping backward. Papers, files, and shards of wood flew into the air, scattering like debris from a bomb.
"FUCK THIS!" he bellowed, his voice hoarse with rage. His chest heaved as he kicked at the overturned desk, the impact sending another shudder through the room. The file cabinet in the corner caught his eye next, and without thinking, he launched a blast at it. The metal groaned under the pressure, drawers warping and bursting open as more papers spilled out onto the floor.
He whirled, yanking the chair upright only to hurl it across the room. It crashed against the wall, splintering into jagged pieces before collapsing in a heap on the floor. His breathing was ragged now, his hands trembling as he grabbed the closest stack of reports and flung them into the air. The pages fluttered down around him like ash, but Katsuki barely registered it.
"GODDAMMIT!" His voice cracked under the strain, but he didn't care. The pain in his throat was nothing compared to the agony in his chest. The damn League had snatched Izuku and vanished like smoke, always out of reach, mocking every attempt to track them with their maddening invisibility. "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!"
The door slammed open.
Hanta was the first through, wide-eyed and cautious, with Eijiro close behind him. Their expressions shifted from alarm to concern as they took in the wreckage—the shattered desk, the smoking edges of singed papers, and Katsuki standing amidst it all like a bomb waiting to go off.
"What the hell, Bakugo?!" Hanta demanded, his gaze darting between the destruction and Katsuki.
Eijiro stepped forward cautiously, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Bro, you need to breathe. You need to calm down. You're gonna lose it—"
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