A Hero's Last Days

Powerless

A/N: Strap in peeps. This is gonna be an emotional ride. And I'm not sorry about it. ^-^v

(I don't own the artwork. I tried to find the artist because it's amazing. I'd love to credit them. If you happen to know who did this lovely piece, please let me know.)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!

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Katsuki pressed his hands to the cold wall of the freezer. He swallowed thickly, closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead to the chilled surface. If he could work up a sweat, he could blast the wall into oblivion.

He knew he couldn't go back to UA. He couldn't face everyone there. He was the reason the world no longer had All Might.

Then there was the fact he wasn't sure how long he'd been captive by that point. A week? Longer? When was the last time Tomura let him see a news report? Did the city even care still? Had they condemned him?

A strangled whimper crawled from his throat. Katsuki snarled and thudded his forehead against the wall. Frustration, rage, and sadness were swirling in him, and he had no outlet. His quirk was useless to him.

"Hungry?" Katsuki hissed in shock and spun around. Dabi stood before him, casually dressed in civilian clothes, sporting a plate in one palm. "You don't look too good, Katsuki."

"Stay the fuck away from me." Katsuki snarled, his hands lifting automatically. But he realised and seemed to deflate. He swayed slightly on his feet.

Dabi lifted a brow, watching the exhausted boy. "You have to eat at some point. Or are you doing a hunger strike?" He walked forward, grabbing Katsuki's hand with his free one, checking the boys' digits and face. "It's time for your break. Come out and eat." He turned, leaving Katsuki in the freezer, but the door stayed open.

They weren't stupid. They didn't leave Katsuki in the freezer the entire time. They took him out throughout the day and night, so he didn't freeze to death. They discovered his limits in the freezer and worked around it.

"What's for dinner..." Katsuki muttered as he gingerly stepped out of the freezer, glancing around.

Dabi leaned against a counter, holding out the plate and a fork. "Lunch, actually. It's about two pm."

Shaky hands took the plate and fork. "Gonna tell me what day it is?" He sat down on his designated stool and pulled the foil off the plate. Steamed white rice, a chicken breast, and some vegetables. How bland.

"It's Saturday." Dabi lazily folded his arms over his chest as he watched the blond begin eating.

Katsuki glanced up. "The date?"
"Don't worry about it." Dabi shrugged with a shake of his head. "The date is irrelevant."

"Right.." Katsuki heaved a sigh and took a bite of the chicken. At least that had been seasoned and grilled. And it was tender enough he didn't need a knife.

The silence stretched between the two. Katsuki ate quietly, sniffling and clearing his throat now and then. Dabi watched him, motionless, and stoic. The kitchen he was in was warmer than the freezer, but not warm enough that he could work up any decent level of sweat. Maybe enough to set off a few PopCap level bursts. It'd do no damage and likely just get him in trouble.

"Are you going to ask?"

Katsuki looked up, his brow creasing in confusion.

"About if they're still looking for you."

Red eyes dropped to their food again, and he took another bite. "No."

Dabi's brows lifted slightly in surprise. Was Katsuki Bakugou breaking quicker than he thought he would? "Oh? Have you given up being rescued?"