A Little Bit Quirky

Chapter 30: Relief

A.N: Hey guy sorry if there's any mistakes I couldn't really edit this chapter. I'll get round to doing it later.
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Katsuki's P.O.V:
After twenty minutes of a rather rocky ride on the motorbike fuelled by my explosions, the tracking device lead me to an old, worn-down apartment in the middle of a forgotten city.

Hopping off the bike and flexing my stiff fingers, I stalked towards the apartment, that icy rage still thrumming through my veins. I need to cool down and come up with a plan. I think, but my footsteps pick up speed and the thought of Izuku not by my side has my mind swirling like a storm. Deku's the one who comes up with plans. I just wing it.
I charge forward. Sparks dance around my fingers, growing hotter by the second. With a precise flick of my wrist an explosion bursts from my palms and hits the wall of the apartment with a crash. The paper thin wall is blown apart, plaster jumping into the air it is consumed by the intense heat. Smoke blooms from the crater in the wall, curling at the ground and puffing up into the sky. Flames, streake the sky in scarlet and the edge of my hoodie catches fire. With swift movements, I tear the black fabric from my body and toss it to the ground. My thin black tank top doesn't do much to combat the icy rain that falls in a light drizzle, but the fiery sparks bursting like fireworks above me rain down like burning hail. Each spark that hits my skin sizzles, biting into my bare arms, my collarbone, the back of my neck. I ignore the stinging pain and scale the firescape swiftly. Once I reach the large explosion I haul myself up onto the crumbling ledge. The air is thick with sulphur and smoke, glowing ash falling like leaves in a light breeze.
Dim embers illuminate my eyes in a crackling crimson and my damp bangs drip cool water onto my burning skin.

I come to a stop at the edge of the explosion and then step into the single room of the small, (now destroyed) apartment.
What looks like a kitchen has been splattered throughout the apartment; a counter crushing a bookshelf; a fridge split in two, one end laying open in the middle of the floor and the other hanging half-way out a window; food and debris smashed against the walls.
The smoke starts to clear. I move forward, a simple silhouette, that the wedge of light spilling through the ash and fire slowly defines.
A cough grabs my attention and my harsh gaze snaps to a figure curled up on top of someone.
A head of tossed black hair pops up and bright emerald eyes cut through the ice coating my mind.
"K... Kacchan?" He chokes out.
For a moment, a split second, I have the unbearable urge to cry.
"Kacch-an..." He stands and stumbles forward, leaving the slumped body he'd been protecting behind him in a heap of black clothes. "... What are you–"
I cross the distance between us in a few powerful strides and crush him to me. He winces as I draw his battered form close and I want to be gentle with him, but the relief I feel at seeing him alive has me knotting my fingers into the back of his t-shirt and pulling him closer. I curl around him, my face pressing awkwardly into his neck and my back arched. His scent of milk and honey is polluted by ash and fire and dust, but its still his scent. He's still breathing and that's enough to thaw the ice in my veins and the frost coating my emotions.
He pulls back and I reluctantly let him but only a few inches. He looks up at me beneath his eyelashes that are flecked with ash and his emerald gaze is as bright as the sun.
"... Kacchan?"

I'm struck with the sudden urge to kiss him.

An arrow soars through the air and I push Izuku back so it whizzes past him and clatters to the ground.
"Wha–?" I grasp Izuku's wrist and yank him towards the hole blown in the wall, but he resists, forcing me to a stop. "Wait, Kacchan!" I glance to his pleading expression and pause for a second. "Akira, he's still–"
"Leave him." My voice is harsher than I expected it to be, but he doesn't flinch, just throws me a defiant glare.
"He's unconscious! There's no way we can leave him behind."
"He's a villain."
"That doesn't matter."
"He kidnapped you–"
"KACCHAN!"
The embers still floating around us casts a flickering orange glow over Izuku's face as he smiles the grin of All Might; the grin of a hero....
The grin of Izuku Midoriya.
"We're heroes. It doesn't matter if the person is good or bad, if they need help we have to save them. It's what heroes do.
It's what we do."