"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Katsuki/Izuku(part 2)

(The continuation of the god!Izuku AU I pulled literally out of nowhere)
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A hundred seventy-five years.

Katsuki roams the halls, face stoic and body rigid, jaw clenched in anger.

He'd learned how to control him and his little violent bursts soon after Izuku left, a hundred and seventy-five fucking years ago.

"Katsuki-"

"Our men?"

Kirishima's mouth snaps shut, set into a thin, displeased line, but he doesn't say a word. "Wounded. Most are healing- but.."

"But?" Katsuki slams open the doors to the armory with much more force than intended, shaking the walls that are barren of swords- except for one lying on the floor. The King grimaces- he'll have to make do.

"A lot of us.. they're dead, Katsuki. We're fighting a losing battle."

Katsuki briskly grabs the sword off the ground, shoving Kirishima to the side, who winces. He'd grown colder, once Izuku had taken his leave- jaded, as if all the anger inside him had been sucked out but had been replaced by something much more freezing and painful and the only way he coped with his loss was to shut himself off from the kingdom. He was still a good king, a leader-

But the fire within him had vanished, doing his duties as if they were akin to chores.

"Follow me into battle. I'm going to fight."

He'd stayed back to sort out the battle plans, met with contacts from other kingdoms- but they've been ravaged from disease and left so incredibly weakened, and by then, their help was gone. No use making a soldier fight when he could not lift his sword.

They're on their own now.

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Katsuki's wings tuck in as he goes for a dive, right into a mass of their opponent's soldiers, spreading last second to smack the shit out of anyone his wide wingspan hits, making their horses buck over and the soldiers fly.

The wind hisses in his ears as rage fills him at his own devastated army- most of his comrades lying dead with arrows plunged into their hearts, right where they lack scales, a deadly weakness in their actual dragon form.

Katsuki's eyes sting.

(It's just the wind, he tries to assure himself.)

Behind him, Kirishima bellows, fire erupting from his mouth as Katsuki forced himself to turn and slam his foot into one of their enemy's throat, the sickening crack left ignored as he growls and darts to another. Katsuki's shoes had ripped once he forced out a too-quick transformation, clawed feet digging into the ground as he steadies himself to release an explosion emanating fro his throat.

(It hurt to transform into dragons- with their bones cracking to support the changes, skin expanding as the flesh of their backs rip to desperately accommodate the large leathery wings bursting from their shoulder blades.)

Katsuki fought and fought and fought, vision blurring over and god, he was exhausted.

(He wanted nothing more than to collapse.)

The League's soldiers weren't skilled- but they beat Katsuki's army by twenty to one soldier, difference too big- and he barely deflects an arrow that whistles towards his forehead, making it thump on the soft dirt of the hill's earth instead.

Thoughts run through his head, body moving sluggishly now as tiredness makes itself known in his legs, arms aching from the heavy sword, ribs tightened up too much as sweat drips down his forehead and into his lashes.