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

Chapter 60

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Discarded Dreams

The second the word leaves Izuku's mouth, the woman with ever-shifting colors flings her hands out, and suddenly, the world fractures. Mirrors—no, not mirrors, something worse—erupts around them, walls of warped, translucent glass locking into place, sealing them inside. The reflections stretch, distort, twisting reality into a goddamn kaleidoscope.

Izuku shoves him—hard—trying to push him out before the mirrored walls fully close, but it's a split-second too late. The enclosure snaps shut, swallowing them whole.

And then Katsuki's world shatters.

One second, he's there. The next, he's yanked forward, flung through the glass like a ragdoll, his stomach dropping as he's hurled into nothingness. The second he hits the first mirror, it's like gravity doesn't know what the hell to do with him anymore—he's transported into another, then another. Before Katsuki can figure out which way is which, his body slams into something solid—Izuku—before the momentum sends them tumbling, colliding into the warped space around them.

The impact knocks the wind out of him, but there's no time to recover. The second his feet touch something solid, the mirrors shift again, shoving them both through different reflections, different angles of twisted reality.

The air hisses. Blades slice through the reflections, kunai and throwing stars raining from the mirrors like they've got a vendetta. Knives, the bastard, moves like a goddamn specter, his projectiles ricocheting, redirecting, slashing through the air with a precision that was more surgical than chaotic. Katsuki barely dodges one before another grazes past his arm, the bite of steel leaving a sharp sting in its wake. He twists, dodging another razor-sharp projectile, explosions crackling in his palms as he prepares to retaliate—

The second his explosion ignites, the force launches him straight into another goddamn mirror. The air shifts again. The ground disappears beneath him, and his stomach plummets as the dimension tosses him around. His boots skid against nothing, the vertigo so sharp it guts him from the inside out.

He materializes right in front of Gloomgazer. Katsuki's eyes snap up—pure instinct, pure muscle memory—just in time to meet that gaze. Wrong move. Wrong fucking move. That glowing, unnatural gaze locks onto him before he even has the chance to react. Katsuki jerks his head down, squeezing his eyes shut, like maybe he'd slam them closed fast enough... but it was too late.

Like a switch flicked off, like a TV cutting to black—his sight vanishes. One second, the distorted glass hellscape was all around him, the next, nothing.

No light. No color. No sense of up or down. Panic clamped down on his chest like a vice, suffocating, brutal, relentless.

He was fucking blind.

He couldn't see the battle unfolding around him, couldn't track the villains, couldn't gauge the attacks hurtling toward them. They were trapped in this goddamn funhouse of mirrors with the League of Villains, and Katsuki was useless.

He snarled, forcing himself to act, to blast himself backward with an explosion, propelling himself away from the danger. His quirk detonated around him, the force rippling through his body, but instead of safety—

He was crashing through yet another fucking mirror.

Pain exploded through him as he slammed shoulder first into cold, unyielding ground, the impact rattling through his bones, teeth clacking together from the sheer force. He gasped, disoriented, struggling to make sense of the chaos spinning around him.