Unveiled Winds || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Chapter 48 - Static

The line went quiet.

Too quiet.

"Y/N— got movement on my end. You good?"

Nothing.

Bakugou stood perfectly still on the rooftop, eyes narrowing as the faint hiss of static curled through his comm. No wind. No voice. Just dead air.

He muttered a curse and adjusted the dial, like that would make a difference. It didn't.

"She's not answering," he growled under his breath.

The rooftop beneath his boots was already littered with fragments of broken metal, leftovers from the earlier skirmish, a pair of drones that had come out of nowhere, faster and smarter than they should've been. He'd taken them down in under a minute, but it felt... wrong. Like a warm-up for something bigger.

And now?

Now the air felt like it was closing in. Heavy. Off.

He spun suddenly, palms sparking as a flicker of movement hit the edge of his vision. A shadow leapt from the opposite rooftop, too fast, too quiet.

Bakugou fired without hesitation.

The explosion lit up the sky for half a second, enough to catch the glint of armor before the figure dropped out of sight. Then another came from the left. Then two from behind.

"Tch. Of course."

He launched himself forward, gauntlets ready, heart thundering not from the ambush, but from the silence in his ear.

You should've answered by now.

And if you didn't—

Then he was going to tear through every bastard in this blackout zone until he found you.

Bakugou shot into the air with a concussive blast, smoke trailing in his wake as he twisted mid-flight. One of the attackers lunged for him, tall, armored, face masked, weapon already charged and aimed.

Bakugou didn't give him the chance.

He drove his boot straight into the bastard's chest mid-air, then followed it with a gauntlet blast that sent the guy flying into a ventilation unit with a crunch of metal and bone.

Another one came from behind, blade drawn, tech-enhanced muscles whirring audibly.

Bakugou ducked low, pivoted, and caught the guy by the arm, twisting hard until something snapped. Then he yanked him forward and slammed his fist into the side of his helmet with a detonation so sharp it lit up the whole rooftop.

They were fast. Coordinated. Better than standard grunts.

But not good enough.

He moved like a firestorm, precision, heat, rage. One after another, they dropped. Until only two were left standing, circling him like jackals, trying to figure out an opening.

He let them come.

One darted in from the left. Bakugou sidestepped, grabbed the idiot by the collar, and used his momentum to slam him face-first into the rooftop ledge. The mask cracked on impact.

The last one tried to run.

Bakugou was faster.

He launched forward, boots skidding against the gravel as he caught the guy by the back of the jacket and yanked him down hard. A fist to the stomach knocked the air out of him. Then Bakugou dropped to one knee and grabbed a fistful of the mask, dragging the figure close.

"You're gonna tell me where she is," he snarled, voice low, deadly. "Or I'm gonna turn this rooftop into your grave."

The man wheezed, coughing. "W-We don't... take orders... directly."