#/ u gave me an opportunity for unhinged k.ats. i delivered.

[ofdetonation]

@starshinc​  inquired :      [ VENGEANCE ]      ╱      even  more  injury  memes. [ VENGEANCE ] :      for receiver to witness sender being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage.

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦  𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘  𝗕𝗔𝗗  𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 .      the agency was in shambles,   a planned attack that nobody anticipated,   most of the sidekicks he had on patrol in other areas and requiring time to make it back to the scene      ╱      dynamight happened to be the closest.     dynamight  was the one who could make it back to the agency the fastest      ⸺      but that wasn’t good enough when lives were in danger.     when izuku was in danger.

they were both on the job today,   with katsuki on patrol while izuku stayed in the support lab to work on orders.     everything  was fine in the morning.     they briefly greeted each other before katsuki fully suited up for patrol,   before izuku had to duck into his lab and get to work before he fell behind      ⸺      it was their routine.     nothing different.     nothing out of place.

there was no evidence that something was up until the alarms set off and the villains flooded the complex,   the agency understaffed at the right time.     (  katsuki’s mind races incessantly ;     without many sidekicks,   not everyone had the means to defend themselves,   their quirks unsuitable      ╱      or,   in izuku’s case,   no quirk at all.     support gear could only go so far if these villains had formidable quirks to work with.     if there was more time for anyone to prepare,   maybe  they would be fine,   maybe they could hold their own.     maybe even izuku could.     but with no time at all,   with unknowns,   izuku might ⸺  )

the blond storms the front of his agency,   taking down the first two villains within  seconds  of entering the complex.     crimson gaze falls on the scared,   but hopeful,   regulars of his agency,   but he can’t linger for too long.     there are a few other villains that try to slow him down.     he reads them too fast,   knocks them down in the same breath,   demanding that anyone on scene could deal with them.     his feet take him towards izuku’s support lab.

the villains had him cornered.     he’d been fighting,   noodle had been defending,   but they were separated and izuku was on his own      ⸺      katsuki wasn’t fast enough to stop them from hurting the other,   watching him fall from his injury,   eyes  wide.

no,   he wasn’t dead.     he wasn’t  dying.     if he were,   maybe the boiling fury that surges within katsuki would be much worse ;     maybe it would be the force of a natural disaster,   or perhaps something more dangerous,   if that was enough to kill izuku.     but he goes down at the hands of the villains,   and something ⸺     clicks.     an unspoken part of katsuki that he’d kept repressed for years now      ╱      a spark held to the most volatile parts of his reformed personality,   the parts they could never fully diminish.

he remembers  exactly  what he does.

katsuki stands above the villains with a raging wildfire in his eyes,   the taste of iron making its way onto his tongue and making him spit it out with frustration.     furious crimson glares at every villain that was in the room ;     it was a miracle  none  of them died.     the blond,   despite his rage,   managed to hold back enough to avoid killing any of them      ╱      but all of them were near death,   needing urgent treatment for the numerous burns that scatter their bodies.

he’d unleashed a side of him he thought was gone.     the part of  ground  zero  called,   spurred by the sight of the one person he cares about most injured,   and he answered,   tearing through each villain with only the slightest care that they might live or die.     his hands shake,   red seeping into the orange fabric on his palms,   smoke rising from the flurry of explosions he’d unleashed prior.     blood drips from his face and taints his ash blond hair.     if he had  any  injuries,   the adrenaline makes it so that he doesn’t feel them,   only recognising the rise and fall of his chest and the taste of iron that keeps sneaking its way onto his tongue.     (  not his blood.     none of it was.  )

he wasn’t sure how he had the strength to face izuku after his onslaught.     but his heart was aching,   pressing against his ribcage as he kneels beside the other,   quickly checking to see the extent of the injury      ⸺      that ache was reminding him of the brief moment where he thought he felt the impending fear of death ...     but  not  for himself.

the impending fear of izuku’s death.     the thought that i might lose him.

he must look  horrifying,   the way his hero costume is tainted with blood,   but his gaze carries concern and his hands shake from the panic.     (  stupid,   stupid,   why did he let himself get cornered ?     why didn’t he call for help ?  )     the fury dies down to make way for katsuki’s frustration,   his worry      ╱      and even as he appears right now,   the blond looks more like the hero he’s meant to be,   even as he checks over izuku and slowly lifts him up when he deems it safe to do so.

❝    let’s get you outta here.    ❞     (  and me too.     if i look at them any longer,   i’ll remember what i did,   and it’ll make me sick.  )     ❝    there’ll be paramedics outside.     they can check ‘n make sure yer fine.    ❞