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In a breakneck sprint, he vanished, bolting through the interior of the Super Pro bunker, leaving Suki not far behind, but not on his heels either, as the sudden hurdle had knocked the blonde onto his back from his seat on the tile floor.
But as quick as Saya snapped up and ran, even being slammed back by the sheer force of it, Bakugo, like any athlete would, reeled right back around, and forced himself upwards to dash and chase him down.
"You're ridiculous! Get out of my head!" Saya hollered, his fingers in his lengthy hair, looking away from the image in the tall mirror of the bathroom that he'd (or they rather) had fled too. The sweater of Katsuki's was wet around the collar as he'd been drenching himself in ice water, trying to 'come-to', as if struggling to still jeer himself from a dream, a jet-lag from a sick, sick vision. "I want normalcy!" He cried.
But honestly, what was regular to him anymore?
He couldn't look at his appearance! His eyes! One colored-center was full gray! That eye looked haunting and alien, it's sides more bloodshot than the other.
Wrong!
Not his eye.
It held one hostage!
The thing was on the surface now!
The wretch inside him was alive, speaking, present.
And the others! They hadn't said anything! Nothing at all!
"WHY?! WHY?!" He screamed! Why'd they not say anything?!
His fingers shivered cold, they were wrenched hastily downwards out of his long hair, and away from the face to land on the chilly porcelain, fingers spread to grip.
"Don't tug. It hurts." Snide.
"I KNOW!" Saya launched his body the other direction, away from the sink, an attempt to flee, he'd been grasping his mane to yank so he could just hang on, onto something, anything that was tangible! He needed an anchor. The water wasn't enough!
But the body halted, Disaster stopped it and wheeled it back to the mirror, the socks actually squeaked on the clean tile.
"GET THE FUCK OUT! JUST GETTTT OUTTTT!" Saya squawked as he was being controlled from the inside!
Bakugo finally caught up and slamming through the door where he knew the navy haired one had went, breathing heavy, (Kasaya still much faster than him); halted his whole frame, backed it against the wall, what he seen was utterly terrorizing.
Aiwaza and Yagi were seen through the crack just as the door on spring shut on them. The flash of what they viewed caused their eyes to widen, and Eraser shouted a quick "Kasaya!"
The door locked.
"BAKUGO! NO!" Dr. Toshinori banged on the door.
Aiwaza's voice was there too, screaming. "LET US IN!" He pounded his fists into the heavy door the same as his boyfriend was doing aside him.
Bakugo was too frozen to respond after his hands left the metal lock.
Saya was screaming, hair moist strands, some un-wet, it looked like he'd suddenly gotten natural dreadlocks with how his head appeared; in pieces, fuzzy, like a Viking. Obvious, he'd been drenching his whole head, the tips of the long hair leaked thick streams all over the floor, the sink, the walls, as the head lashed, the mouth clenched, the water swung all around the room in cold drops. Puddles.
Kasaya twitched his hands, snapped them up again intent to pull, fingers widening.
"NO!" Disaster screeched, tugging them back down.
Kasaya threw a fist towards the mirror with an animalistic growl. "Yessss!" A hiss. "GETTTTT OUTTT!"
It stopped the fist and swung it downwards towards the shiny sink, there it connected and cracked the enamel, bloodying knuckles. "I'M INSIDE THE ATOMS! I'D LEAVE IF I COULD!"
Their 'talking' hadn't happened. It was a shouting match!
Saya guttural, chuffed out the nose, a sound of pain; he'd gotten a taste of life from the skin breaking. A mark of bright red stained the white there and leaked down the side of the pedestal. "GOOD! I WANT YOU OUT! YOU KILLERRR!" He screeched.
"I'M NOT THAT ANYMORE!" Disaster emitted, bass-toned, a bark.
The door shook on it's hinges. The older men rocked it, screaming, banging.
Saya's bloody hand went up and fell onto his face, slamming into it, like a comet to earth, the other too, and the body leeched in an arch backwards, the fresh blood leaked over the handsome features in trickles down the cheeks, leaving nasty streaks.
Here the teen started emitting utter shrieks of peril, hands shaking, twisting and rotating palms over the whole surface of face, absolutely lost in his own mind. He began to smack himself, crying from one eye while the other growled Saya doing that to the shell.
Kasaya felt stupid for even acknowledging the voice! That in itself was an ill thing to do!
He was falling apart!
Hurting himself to 'feel'.
Self-mutilation.
Back to the old days.
Except now it wasn't her. It was him.
He wanted pain.
Wanted to wake up!
Just wake up. Please. Wake up!
His own voice in his head, the portion that was his, begging to his possible sleeping self back in that bed.
The blood leaked.
Crying. Moaning. Shivers.
Suki didn't dare approach. As he watched, he'd... he'd been there. He was seeing himself and his own insanity, rage.
His breath was erratic. He, he knew the feelings.
The men banging on the door were just a haze of sound.
An intense, tantalizing frustration and confusion inside himself as the drugs made him get inside his own head; he'd felt that. X-ON walked him to a place where he felt unreal, wild, like his existence was screwed up.
To know the fact that it was fucked up.
To look at yourself; that brought the mouth to foam.
An inability to accept what was there; the truth.
What had become of you.
Finally recognizing and knowing that that was what it was, addiction, the very day he, Bakugo Katsuki, came to comprehend what Bakugo Katsuki really was: A 'user'. A substance abuser.
Intense, a wave of memory shocked him watching his partner's equal madness, remembering the last time he dosed:
He'd stared into his own hollow face similarly in a mirror, the red eyes completely crimson and veined on the sides, high inside the clouds, maroon skies swirled in a monsoon, pleasing euphoria, feeling mighty, then empty, a crazed heat through his loins, thinking he was being followed, but 'Oh. Yeh.'; he was the only one home.
Fleeting emotions: On edge. A laugh. He could tear everything down! Anger. Growl.
A run to his room, to lay, to bed himself. But then, he could shatter.
Touching himself.
Fun.
Felt good.
Deep, furious music.
Then not fun; a fall to the floor.
Hand out, reaching no one.
A choke.
Breath into the carpet, unable to move.
'Mmm.' A moan. Pleasure from no movement. How is that?
Paper skin ripping to expose the internal self. The shit no one needed to see. That he had hid from everyone.
From Deku.
Whines into the dense shag rug.
'No!' Another dry choke.
Would he die? A heart banged, pulse so thick it was in his cheeks. Heavy metal music blasted into his skull.
Loud, unable to hear.
"Help."
Asleep.
He wanted to grasp him and be his rock, but his boyfriend was too frenzied; there was no subduing!
The only thing that had subdued his drugged state was to fall into blackness; to let the end of the high drag him into slumber, but he'd just wake sick, everytime.
Bakugo knew, he might be over his addiction, but seeing this; it was a straight, deafening reminder: Hey. Look. This is how you appeared once as well.
It shivered him.
So, he was frozen to the wall, like an ancient fossil in a glacier, so much that his breath was not present, no sound, like he'd died.
Images flared in his head...
Himself waking up, on the floor, dried blood on the carpet from a nose bleeding out while asleep. Then in ultimate mental and physical illness, he was yanking his own blonde hair, the whole album hours finished, mouth spitting, throwing up in the trash can, sweat. Eyes messy. Falling over; crawling. Hand reaching under the door to push, dragging his body in. Whimpering. Stomach and mind succumb, hoisting himself over similar porcelain, into a tub, unable to undress himself.
In his school clothes he plunged into ice cold water, accidentally turning the faucet the wrong way.
He'd felt the line of water slowly coming up. Up, as his head sank, bath filling.
Over his eyes. Mouth.
But then a hand.
His head came back up, but it fell back, the neck with no strength.
"Gran... gran... ma."
She found him.
Just as his face was almost under the surface.
She drug him out fully wet onto the floor, thinking it was the flu.
But it wasn't.
The feeling of euphoric desire had been replaced with the opposite: intense physical weakness, a psychoticism that seemed to conform his brain to a frame of mind where he wanted to end his life, almost did as he would of drowned, too weak to move.
When he'd come out the other side and the drug finally let go, his influenza-like state over, he was many pounds lighter, the body had sweated itself nearly to death, the salt all gone, his muscle mass not there, thin, paler than he'd ever been (his skin was still so paled from that, as if the drug itself had changed the texture, making it unable to retain sunlight, a healthful tan), thirsty, so damn thirsty, knees shaking, an inability to walk without quivering, a baby animal.
A husk.
Kasaya ran his hands in his hair again and suddenly yanked, fixated on the want of pain; a scream, a deep one from the other. The hands jerked out and down to the sides.
Saya growled in return like a wolverine. He wanted hurting to acknowledge his presence. This situation. His words started piping to the surface. "Thi.. wake up. Wake up." Smack on the face; he called to himself. Whispers. "Wake up Kasaya. Come'on." Surely he was still in that bed!
Reality was being taken from him by this other's strength inside him!
His mind... failing!
Saya's tongue ran over his sharply shaved incisors behind his lips, shaved by her, that Ashley. They latched on his tongue and bit.
A bloodied scream emitted from Disaster. "STOP! FUCK!" It cussed, but suddenly the mouth upturned, smirked, a laugh, the hands flung away and a stream of blood shot out the open mouth, Kasaya had bitten too hard. "AH. Not back yet?"
"Wha... WHAT!?" Saya sputtered. He wanted to hurt himself because this was too fantastical! Too other-worldly to be the truth.
"You're lost still."
"I am?" Saya's face calmed. Tears out of an eye. His tongue pulsed in pain and shot out his mouth like a dog, it bled over his chin.
Pain.
But...
Certainly... he was just asleep?
The conclusion he came to was yes, this was real. This was actually real.
But there wasn't a distinction between places, one between 'the' world and 'a' world.
It was a realistic-fake, just as the last.
"I... I am."
Bakugo began to cry silent along the wall. Knowing.
Diasuta was Kasaya's drug. Making his portion of mind confused. Katsuki was losing him, just as he'd lost himself once. The body back, the mind not so much. But Suki could never let go, for Kasaya was his drug now, as he'd requested to be.
He'd... he'd fight for him! Until that bastard inside him let go! Gave him the power!
Just as X-ON eventually let go of him!
Saya had tasted blood from the river. It was so metallic, like how the blood, his blood, tasted now. As the rocks banged into his lower body under the surface, it'd hurt, he'd cried out, legs shocked into hazes of pain, hips slamming on solid surfaces, just as his tongue hurts now, as his knuckles waved in pain from his nervous system responded to open wounds on his hand.
His feet had slipped on the slick muddy river bottom, the rush of the rapid over his head, choking, putrid. Real. The bloody river soaked into his clothing, gurgling, getting yanked under, streams of red liquid across his skin.
Disaster acknowledged that it did that. It made that in his portion of mind. That world. Gray cloudy skies, as if to thunderstorm, a rocky bank, unreachable. Far off trees. Wind. Cold. It made that all. ALL.
It was so much a place, as much as this place was a place, this bathroom with it's high vaulted ceilings, this bunker, the sweater he wore. All these things possessed his senses just as they had in the other place, inside the rapids.
He tasted, he touched, he smelled, felt and saw then, just as now, the only difference, was this plane of vision had the voice of Diasuta in it.
So, what was to say that this 'state' was in the real-world then? The 'correct' world? The one with Suki in it. With his brother and Aiwaza, Dr. Toshinori, UA his school, the base that Hisashi lived on... the world with his father. The empty Satoko house. With the oceans. The stars. The mountains he wanted to scream on top of after he was freed of Ashley's shit?
Saya suddenly jerked his head to the blonde, arm out to steady himself in nothing but the air around him.
Silently they stared into each other's eyes from 20 feet away.
Fake.
The heat. Those rose colored eyes.
Fake.
The serenity in his touch. The sincere words out of his mouth.
"Fake." A blurt.
What was real?
Disaster could be manipulating him into a different reality. He had no trust in the presence that had just tossed him into a river of bodily fluid!
"NO!" Bakugo blurted back, tears, hands not leaving the wall. "NO!" He was regaining his will to fight back, coming to himself from seeing himself in his once misery. He would not lose him to that asshole inside!
"SHH!" A finger went over the mouth. It was Disaster. "He's gotta figure it out." It knew full well that Kasaya really was not back yet. Perhaps in body, in flesh, but not in mind. Weak. The Satoko teen was weak. It'd over-estimated thinking he'd made it out of the river.
A young body, accompanied by a young mentality.
It was a test. A test to see if he could overcome.
Disaster thought he had. Only half correct. The imagery very well might of done much more damage than what was intended. Bakugo was the voice that Kasaya had followed 'back home' miraculously. But, Bakugo had only brought back half a hunt, half a kill from the woods.
A person was not a person wholly without the mind.
For Diasuta was raw mental power. Not physical. The quirk knew what it was, a quirk of energy; and to control it, to control the quirk 'Disaster', it knew Kasaya needed to find his mind again, find and be able to identify a true reality.
This would be good, or possibly bad.
No matter, the other consciousness had to find the way. Satoko had to find the path, to put more oil in his burning lamp.
But first, Disaster had something else in mind to do that was also important. Something that this Satoko it existed aside... had to accept. Disaster was tired of being ridiculed. It owned and lived inside the shell, just as much as Satoko, but yet Satoko kept calling it 'you'.
It was not a you.
Kasaya accepted the merge, but was he really accepting what the merge would do? Would cause?
"WHERE IS THE... THE WORLD! THE ONE! GIVE IT BACK TO MEEEEEE! LET ME SEE ITTTT!" A sudden wail from Saya, he smacked his face hard, so hard that blood spit out. He didn't know what else to scream! He'd didn't trust it's words! He whispered. "Gods. Fuck." He cried out of one eye. "Help me. Where is it? Wh...!"
Diasuta pulled the shell around, growled. "STOP INJURING!"
"NOOOOO!" Satoko jolted the neck sideways.
The door banged. A shout from Aiwaza. "WE'RE GUNNA BUST IT IN!" It was a last threat. "BAKUGO! LET US INNNNN!" Aiwaza furiously kicked over and over, his foot fully connected with the door, crazed. His son! Kasaya!
The neck reeled in a circle around the shoulders of the blue-headed teen, it was that he was stuck in that room still in bed, latched down with braces, listening to those delta waves, asleep! Because this, it, it could not be! Diasuta was just playing with his head again, that morph and haze into white from the river, to seeing Suki's face above him, that could not be the truth!
A haze from one unreal landscape to another.
He stared 'The Bakugo' down.
With a sick tone Saya spoke in a whisper. "Who are you?"
"Katsuki." Bakugo responded, sad. He knew! He knew damn it! His hands suddenly went up as if to tame a wild dog, it was a subconscious motion out of a stark beating heart, a rushing feeling through his body, a strike of fear that was unusual.
But Kasaya made him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. Did it make him weak? Or did it make him stronger?
He wasn't sure.
But in these feelings, Saya claimed them all.
"I'm losing you!" Bakugo cried out in admittance. "Please! Don't give in!" He knew now. It was not Diasuta teasing him away. He recognized, it was Saya's own mind turning it's back. That bastard, with it's power, had screwed Kasaya's piece of head-space up, and with the sound of it's voice which created movement on Saya's lips, set Saya running in fear, dashing, but so unable to escape the presence!
Satoko snarled feral and hunkered down as if to attempt a punch, the semi-wet hair swung down, gray eyes serious on the form.
How evil Disaster is! The image of Suki wailing like that! Those words!
'The Bakugo' had a quick stream of ultimate terror cross his face. The hands went out as if to comfort. "Please. Come back to me!"
But upon a few steps forward of the Bakugo illusion, Kasaya shot a guttural warning growl to stay back.
"Saya?" Katsuki lipped. "No. Please. NO!"
"Producin' a vision of everyone laughing, havin' a good time. Sittin' around smokin' and drinkin', playing poker!" Kasaya abruptly mouthed quieter, but highly angry.
Disaster smirked on the face because of Kasaya's mental confusion. It was interesting to watch exactly how it'd play! 'Yes, yes.' But another thing was more important, it waited for Saya to calm in his own half of mind.
Saya was pissed! To have Suki move in his seat like that! To have Suki's touch be attractive! His lips appear kissable, smooth, the breath hot as he held a pad of his finger to his lip.
"FUCKIN'... YOU! DISGUST ME!" Kasaya suddenly shrieked at Disaster, but was looking at the Katsuki form while he mouthed it, thinking now for sure what he was seeing of his boyfriend was not real at all.
Disaster laughed. "Oh? I'll be around until the way is found little pup." The lips moved again to speak darkly right after Saya was done speaking. "But I have something to attend to." It was why it'd stopped the merging, fought to the surface, stopping the shell's heart to do so.
Suddenly, a strange image of a man fizzled from nothing into Saya's view.
Like a mirage it appeared.
The man had long navy hair, the form seemed to defy gravity in it's float off the floor? The eyes gray. A smile.
"Hello. I gave into having an image." Disaster spoke out of Kasaya's body's mouth, but the man's mouth moved also. It chose it's words as if to assume to Kasaya that he was not in a real world just yet. Purposeful, as it wanted the other portion of mind to search out the truth on it's own, to increase it's mental awareness, that was what it needed to grow. It would not give clues.
An advocate. A devil's advocate. It may not be the most secure way to aid a sapling to rise, but it was a way.
Suki halted. He watched Saya's head turn, the eyes and head to the right of him.
"YOU!" Satoko lunged forward to grapple the man, but plummeted to the ground instead, the other person fast. He picked himself up, seeing the man which looked so similar to... himself. He swung again at it. "YOU'RE STEALING ME! YOU ARE NOT ME! YOU DO NOT LOOK LIKE ME!"
"NOO!" Suki shrieked watching his man lunge over and over at some strange hallucination he was viewing. "He's not real! It's a state of delusion!" He couldn't let Kasaya think that that person was alive! That that image Diasuta was popping was truth! Suki was scared, scared out of his damn mind! "I will not lose him to you! STOP FURTHER CONFUSING HIM!" He shouted and balled a fist at Kasaya. It was meant at Diasuta.
Disaster responded with a huff. It wasn't like it was doing anything hurtful physically, not yet, but it had a point for producing an image of itself behind Kasaya's eyes to see that looked so similar to the shell's structure, to Kasaya himself. This Bakugo was a pester. A bother.
Seeing the river, Saya knew what Disaster was capable of! And it knew of his daily comings and goings for the most part, unless he was dosed up on liquor. The point was, Saya knew then Diasuta also had fuel to produce whatever fucking dreams and realities it wanted! It had done the river on purpose!
So, how was it not fair to assume that the thing would produce faux place after faux place just to test him?
And it had just made a form out of nowhere! From nothing! That looked like him, his appearance!
Bakugo knew, Saya was now, truly mentally ill. And, if the cat got out of the bag that there were two separate consciousness living in one body, he would be assigned to an asylum. "PLEASE! Listen to me!" He took a step closer. He tried so desperately to keep his tone calm, but it quivered. His tears not able to halt at all.
Kasaya growled at the bottoms on his lungs, eyes widening.
The door shook. Aiwaza screamed something.
It was hazy to Satoko as well as Bakugo.
If this was real... in the real world there were laws and rules set in place by the government to protect the rights of those who were mentally ill. Kasaya didn't know how he would possibly stay quiet about this.
He didn't know what was fake and what wasn't.
He'd follow rules of morality. His uncertainty was certain, but he didn't want to hurt another, even if it be illusion, because the chance of spewing fresh blood was too high in his state of unknowedness.
The person far away but in front of him, who looked like him, crossed his arms. Smirked.
Having two consciousness was not fake, at least that Kasaya knew. It was obvious even from appearance of his own eyes. He turned his face away from the man, unable to face that one, Disaster.
The side of Saya's face that Disaster used remained hollow, and with a busted crunch of the lip on that side, the head yanked around in the center of the bathroom.
"Look." Disaster forced him to view the image of Kasaya it had copied.
"NO!" Saya shouted trying to force eyelids closed. They quivered like he had a nerve problem as they fought each other over bodily control.
They slammed back open; it was apparent who the stronger one was.
Even after all that training Kasaya did with his body, martial arts, working out!
He got full-on that it was not physical strength. It was mental strength.
He'd been doing himself a dis-service, training so hard, thinking he would barrel in there with Suki and his brother and grip them, catch them, get them locked away, or more. Physical strength wasn't all this was going to take!
In this secondary, faux world, with his body asleep in a bed somewhere, this was all he had!
To try to gain clarity.
"I WILL NOT LOSE TO YOU!" Kasaya slammed a fist around in the air, black cross necklace swinging.
"Tch." It spit out of the mouth of the copycat image, taking a step back from the swing. "We'll see. I'm not a 'you'. I am an I."
"You've no right to say shit! You're the perp livin' in MY HEAD! You said you'd just abandon me!"
Bakugo gritted his teeth! That's right Saya! Fight back damn it!
"I'M NOT A 'YOU'!"
Kasaya's body suddenly ran and slammed against the mirror forcing him to look. His cheek on the glass. The slam so hard it could of cracked it. Now Disaster was hurting the physical shell, just a little, to get Saya to listen.
"ACKNOWLEDGE!"
The man walked up behind him, in a simple suit of a ivory shade. Saya's eyes shot up to stare it in the eyes by looking into the mirror at the space directly behind him. Those were his eyes in it's form. "You tr... tr... tried to kill him." Saya choked out.
"I DIDN'T!" Disaster howled, the man's mouth opening as Kasaya also felt his own mouth opening to speak the words.
"You." Saya breathed. "You... are." What did it mean it wasn't a 'you'?
The door banged, both older men were kicking again, but it was so much louder for some reason.
"What?! What am I?" It was harsh to him, but whispery, as the man leaned down towards Saya's face. A smile at him in the mirror. "I am not a 'you'. I won't say it again!"
"Y..." Saya's head scanned words. Mean ones. He swallowed, choosing something else. "Diasuta."
Suki froze in the middle of the floor. 'SHIT!' He said a name that wasn't his own!
Kasaya's eyes lit. A white, shallow glow.
"Yes." It let go of the body and Kasaya groggily stood, the gait staggered.
"Is... Disaster... a him?" He watched the man step back. The slam into the mirror had his head pounding and off balance, his fight was lost somewhere in that, as if a fighter getting punched in the temple by an opponent boxer.
"No gender. The shell is male."
"S... Saya?" Bakugo stuttered, his knuckles white, color leeching from the jaw, the brow, cheeks; stomach butterflied, as if to faint. Losing! He was losing him! "Don't... don't give in!" The demon was taking him away!
In reality, Suki just wasn't understanding what Disaster was trying to make Kasaya realize. The conversation between them was shifting from one subject to another, as Disaster had been waiting for. It was going from being lost in mind, as Kasaya knew he was, not knowing what was actually real, to somehow Disaster not wanting to be called a 'you'.
"Shut up. You don't know what's going on now." It spoke to Bakugo. If maybe this was what Kasaya needed to see to get him to calm, a physical form to attach to a voice, it's voice, then so be it, it made one. This is what Disaster wanted from the start. It spoke to Suki with warning to stay back while it got what it wanted.
"Wha... are?" Saya waved, his form filling with some sort of warmth, electricity. He looked at his white glowing eyes in the mirror. He'd felt this before. "Is it... takin' over now?" Soon he'd just haze out and would wake with some strange reel playing, showing him what Disaster had done with his body while he was passed out.
Aiwaza banged. "KASAYA!"
"Not anymore." The man spoke, lips moving. "We are one."
"I am... you?" Kasaya Satoko mouthed. He looked it up and down, navy hair flowing, floating like a mystical being.
"There won't be a difference, there already is no difference." It wanted Saya to grasp. To fully grasp. It got a bit softer in word, it was beginning to put a bit of trust in Satoko as he was thinking, seeing, reaching.
Kasaya's jaw dropped. He was understanding.
Sudden, there was an even louder bang on the door. Bakugo jumped from behind as the wood paneling cracked. He fell against the wall, sliding back down to sit on the floor forcefully as the whole door slammed off it's hinges and coursely smashed into the tile floor, busting out a series of them, and cracking some, the pieces though, suddenly floated in the air, devoid of gravity.
All Might walked in, huge and muscly in his flag-inspired uniform, followed by Eraserhead, who knew he was powerless to Diasuta, but had still wrapped his scarf around him, yellow-slitted goggles on his head, like a headband it pulled the black hair back.
Bakugo's mouth fell. "All Might?" He sputtered, on the ground. He was baffled, but too shaken to say much more. He... he felt... What'd he feel?
Not anger towards the hero.
Confusion rather.
Electricity, navy-colored, began to quake around Kasaya Satoko, and the teen began turning his hands over, mesmerized by the lines in his palms, the veins on the other sides, as if he was just seeing his beginning from the womb.
"Is this... us?" His eyes glowed whiter, snatching a piece of floating tile, daintily out of the air as it had already began swirling around him slow.
"It is I. It is you. You and I... are 'I'." Disaster whispered, the form walking up to Satoko, putting a hand on it's chest where the heart would be.
"I." Kasaya throated; how strange, as the man's mouth moved (that looked like him), so did his mouth move still to utter the other's voice.
All Might exploded in his normal loud tone to the teen. "MY BOY! COME'ON! LET IT GO! HALT THE POWER!"
Bakugo froze. Did?! Did All Might know? He was under the impression Kasaya did not trust him to tell him shit!
"Hn." Satoko looked up, letting the tile slide out from between two of his fingers, it floated to the other man, the other Kasaya, and Kasaya watched him touch it, poke it away with his finger. Saya then put his finger through a fairly large bubble of water floating.
"Water." The man in front him spoke. "The power does this. I and you in one do this."
"This is..." Kasaya pulled his finger back, the blood now floating off his face, off his knuckles, off the sink. It was all rising around him, as a strange hazy white fog was coming to the surface of his skin.
"This is I."
"It is Disaster." This was the quirk. Kasaya knew... he was... this.
None of the other's spoke.
All Might was ready to jump and hold the teen down. Aiwaza the same.
It was telling Kasaya the fact that they would become one. What the merging was actually doing before it was rashly stopped. That was what it meant for Kasaya to understand. It was trying to get Kasaya, and had to know that Kasaya saw 'it' as himself.
The quirk, Disaster, would become Kasaya Satoko. Kasaya Satoko would become Disaster. The quirk Disaster was not just a quirk, it was an it. Unlike a physical quirk, it existed. It lived. It was.
The other Kasaya spoke out of the it's lips and out of Kasaya's own lips. "Accept. Look into the eyes... and see. Therefore, look at yourself, at the 'I'." The white-gloved hands reached out and lifted Kasaya's face. It was so gentle with him now.
The other men in the room watched as the navy-haired teen's chin rose, as if it was being held soft and lifted by another's touch.
"I..." Saya babbled, the caress had no warmth. "I think I... I am."
"Yes."
Kasaya Satoko's form began to float off the floor. Suki's sweater began to waver in some wind, but it came off of him, as it was pulled off, Saya trying to look at his stomach, his arms, surveying his whole body glowing like it was radioactive.
Disaster gave a bit more energy over, beginnings of a trust becoming greater.
And just as someone, anyone would, Saya's arms swung out, not to punch, but out of sudden fear. "I'm... I... " He throat choked. "I... it's. How's?" He turned the palms over and over again, looking at the floor, his legs suddenly swung as well. His toes felt no floor. "I... I'm... I'm flying!?"
Bakugo had streams of tears falling down his face.
Satoko was awake in the deepest power.
For the first time.
Disaster had let it be so.
"I am flying." The ivory-suited Kasaya said.
Satoko felt his mouth move, his hands went up to touch lips, his eyes looked back up into the other's eyes. "I am flying." Kasaya repeated back at himself, but the exact same sentence. His own voice came out this time.
Things around him became hot, a surge through his veins, a miraculous navy lightning shot around his body moreso. He ran his fingers through it like someone would sticking their hands in a bowl of rice; the fingers split the bolts into smaller bolts that spiraled and swirled around his fingers with such a delicate grace.
Objects now swung around him at an incredible speed.
It wasn't just his blood, broken tiles, and water bubbles. The toilet paper was unrolling itself and ripping into bits. The seats were tapping up and down. The stall doors started to creak and groan on their hinges, ready to snap.
The others in the room's hair all began floating.
The energy was magnetizing everything to Saya's physical form, as Kasaya was like a whole planet himself.
"I am the power." The Kasaya afront of him said.
Saya felt those words move off his lips.
It was beginning to feel comfortable. This energy, it wasn't adrenaline, it was... natural.
Acceptance.
It had been here all along. Waiting for a touch.
Waiting for him to accept it rather than reject. To view it as himself.
Kasaya knew it was not just to become a hero now.
To 'become' meant more.
He felt a surge as deep power was given out.
Saya floating in the center of the room, glowed brighter, even his eyes. He reached his hands up to grip the face, his face in front of him. He felt his legs, that were hanging, find a gravity of some sort of their own finally and causally they crossed over the other angelically as he hovered. Upward he went towards the ceiling.
Glass busted out of the windows above, the sound of it cracking ear-wrenching aside the wind beginning to whir throughout the room.
Aiwaza, Katsuki and All Might watched Satoko reach out into the space in front of him, where it was empty, and with both palms caress nothing but air.
Suki cried. "PLEASE!" He understood now! By words he deduced Disaster was trying to get Kasaya to fully accept that he was Diasuta, the power, before letting Aiwaza complete the merge! But that didn't mean that Saya wasn't still lost, confused on the path back to the right place! To the right world!
But it fell on deaf ears.
"I am the power." Saya ran his fingers over the face, his own face afront him. No warmth again. No cold either. Nothing. So... it was simple illusion, but that helped him step a foot on a path back to where he needed to be, towards which world was the right world. It helped knowing for sure this image was just 'produced' and not actual.
His face smiled at him, at the touch. He smiled back. Yes. He'd let Kasaya touch the image he'd made, with the trust blossoming, it let him have a small clue.
"See now?" It was soft with the other consciousness, taking a much less rash route.
"I do." Kasaya nodded his head. Somehow both his eyes began to cry. "No separation. Only I."
This was what Disaster wanted, that the other portion of mind, Kasaya, finally come to accept that he didn't try to kill his brother. Just a play. A rather harsh play in boredom; a come-to-surface to preserve, as the shell had come injured. It knew the other half knew it wasn't a killer anymore, and instead, was embracing that 'it' lived inside, bound to the material, the matter, rather than keeping it at bay with alcohol.
Pretending it didn't exist.
It was why it stopped the merging.
It had to know if Kasaya Satoko was able to accept, to honestly and truthfully accept that they are ONE rather than to reject and see the power as negative, to embrace the power, the Diasuta, just as the hands on the face right now caressed, to caress the energy so as well.
One strength.
One body.
Two becoming one existence.
To dwell.
An 'I'.
Until this shell ended with physical death.
For first time, Disaster had built a ship to cross the sea to the other's side. And for the first time, Kasaya was awaiting it's arrival on the shore, just beginning to see the sails on the horizon, feeling soft waves swish against his ankles.
Trust.
It was coming. It was welcome.
In the boat was him coming to himself.
A piece long ignored. Locked away. Trapped and used by Ashley just the same.
No more.
"I am Diasuta." The suited Kasaya moved his face in. Whispers.
"I am Diasuta." Saya repeated calmly. He felt his heart slowing. The shell felt well.
The clothing on Satoko's body began to whip drastically as wind speed picked up to that of a hurricane. Kasaya's hair completely dry, lashed around over his face in the wind, smooth and flowy again, as if freshly brushed.
The form in front of him was starting to disappear, become transparent. Kasaya looked at his own hands on that face, his face. They were turning see-through as well.
"This is... what it was?" Saya asked, his fingers smoothing over cheeks, thumbs spreading, showing love, empathy, recalling when Ashley had only once called the 3rd Level Disaster to use, and the man from the movie reel he seen, in a snap, was suddenly not there. This piece of himself must of felt that pain too. Of the killing, murdering, raping. "The mist?"
"Yes." The face teared. Kasaya felt his lips say that affirmative with that deeper voice as he watched those lips move. "The shell becomes such... as air."
The other's hands touched the physical face of the shell becoming ever clear. Kasaya's face.
Kasaya barely felt it as his skin was close to gone, but with those tears of that other face crying, he knew, the other equal hemisphere of mind, Diasuta, felt just as subjected by her, and truly the killer instinct it knew it had, it did not act on, did not want to anymore.
Their foreheads met. Staring into eyes, then both sets closed, as both began rotating in a circle, a slow dance in the air.
Saya understood.
Like a mirror to the inside, the ivory suited Kasaya hemorrhaged cries.
"I fade." Saya lipped to himself.
"Fade to scatter. But... come back to solid. Pure energy."
The voices were beginning to morph into speaking similarly over the top of each other.
"I am."
"Mhm."
Calm.
The ship was on the beach.
Those simple words floated down, like some wraith within the wind. Two-toned. Bakugo and the two older men were astonished how they were still able to hear it amongst the struggle they were dealing with on the ground to just keep themselves upright with the wind speed.
They watched the form of Satoko Kasaya beginning to spin itself now, slow in a circle, the head starting to lull, but he was not falling asleep, he was as if resting. His shape was becoming lost into a fog of haze.
Saya was soothed by his own face which was soothingly resting on him. Both crying. He felt the form wrap it's arms around the shell, as he did the same to the illusion of the shell.
A tight embrace he fell into.
Heads on shoulders.
And in that instant... Satoko's form became nothing but a dispersed ball of white, pure light.
And in Disaster's light, which was his own light, he felt home.
"KASAYAAAA!" Bakugo reached. Saya was gone! He was gone! "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"NO!" Aiwaza lunged over, holding his son down. This power was enough to vaporize living creatures into raw elements! Not his son! Not himself! Not anyone!
All Might stood firm.
"Hey." The ball of light wisped on the wind in the sky. Two voices combining.
They all looked upwards.
"It's okay." Light.
"It's alright." Deep.
The representation of two consciousness aligning in thought as the words were becoming similar.
"Let this happen." Light.
"It is happening." Deep.
Not merged completely, but it was clear.
The bridge was connected now.
"I see." Light.
"I see." Deep
"Therefore, I am." Light and deep became a mid-tone.
The three stared at the ball of energy to view it haze into a circle, which rotated slow, like a halo.
Heaven's Arc.
The mid-tone spoke. It was familiar and unfamiliar to them. "It feels... strange."
Aiwaza felt his grip loosening in complete awe at how beautiful. They were so up close this time. What they'd just seen was so... amazing. It was an actual sight of a mind bridging the gap between one hemisphere to the other. All Might was frozen in his step at it as well.
Bakugo fell out of Eraser's arms.
"Come."
Katsuki knew... Kasaya was calling.
Something pulled him to his feet. It was himself. But, he felt his whole body move, without breath, without taste in his mouth, his footing uneven, he could barely stand straight due to the wind. But he began fighting it to get to him, his clothing whipping.
Eraser clawed at his son's ankles, but was unable to grab him, he shot a scarf loop out, but a piece of tile launched from somewhere and slammed it into the ground, anchoring it to the floor.
All Might lunged at Suki, but a door snapped off the hinges and slammed him in the face, knocking him back. He threw it off, which made it smash into the wall behind him, then floated up to spin around the gravity field. Wind whirred and picked up in his direction too, so gale-like that All Might threw his arms up, leaning into it, trying to shield himself somehow! He was unable to move it was so strong!
The raw power of For One's All was absolute!
Suki's body paced in such a shaking way, as if he was witnessing a lord from the heavens come to speak his name. The glow so white, it starkly illuminated his features, and cast a huge shadow on the walls, he threw his arm over his eyes so he could continue to see a path ahead.
As Katsuki approached, an area parted. He was somehow unafraid. Some broken tiles, glass shards, and a ripped-off bathroom door halted. A hole where there was no debris widened. A crack in the fold; in the glowing wall.
Saya slowly stepped through and inside the halo, a sudden warmth overcame him, the wind was gone, mild the environment. He was in the same warmth that Saya was also feeling, of his atoms separated, the quirk charged, the energy awakened.
"NOOOOO!" Aiwaza squinted, tried to run after him, but fell, the debris suddenly closed the gap and began swinging fast right in front of him, locking Bakugo inside the eye of the storm, and him out. On the floor, he cried at the wall of broken material spinning; like a force-field, it wouldn't let him in! All Might made it over, grabbing his waist, yanking him backwards. He was left, being held down, watching Bakugo through the haze hold his hands out into the foggy air easily.
Katsuki spoke as the mist ran through his fingers. "Kasaya?" He whispered to it.
"Yes, all around you." The mid-tone was calm.
Bakugo put a palm over his mouth. The haze he was taking into his lungs!
Aiwaza was scared seeing Suki cover his lips with his hands! He couldn't hear anything being spoken now! Was it choking him?! WAS KASAYA KILLING HIM!? He begged for mercy to have All Might let him go! He writhed helplessly in the muscular form's grasp as All Might shook his head in a 'NO'.
Yagi would not let him get vaporized on accident! All Might was beginning to realize, with his son, Shota was not sound of mind. Aiwaza would sacrifice himself to save Katsuki, but just as equally Aiwaza would for him too, and that was dangerous for Eraserhead's life.
"Don't worry to breath me."
Bakugo hesitated, but moved his hand away.
"I am one." A pause. "I am Kasaya Satoko. I am Disaster. All I am... is this." The tenor voice smooth from swift moving arc, the inside, the haze, everywhere around Bakugo, shied in a whisper, tickling the ear. "Show me. Change the way my river flows." Kasaya knew the other Kasaya was illusion. He hoped for 'the Bakugo' to be Bakugo. That would mean the world right in front of his own eyes was the truthful, the actual.
The smile of his man's face over his body then, from the haze of white after leaving the bloody river, was the real world.
And his confusion then, that would mean, it was only short-lived.
Suki smiled, that suaveness. It was him! It really was! This glow, pretty, silky, it was his lover.
And somehow. He knew what he meant. The depth. As they always inherently knew of each other. The intent behind words others couldn't understand if they heard. Bakugo felt so close to him. He would always be the flame in his lantern to light his way.
"Walk the road back now." Suki watched mist slowly swirl up to his face, it graciously filtered inside his nostrils. It was heavier than oxygen. The way it moved was sleek, it made something that seemed like it would be painful not at all, as it wasn't evil, it was just Kasaya, that gentle presence that had first attracted him. It was relaxing, Bakugo felt as if feeling Saya's emotions, and he was. "I'm right here." Bakugo felt tears falling, but as they fell, they lifted into the air. "Feel me to ground your mind. I am alive." He swallowed. "Know this is the right place."
Bakugo opened his mouth wider, as he felt his whole body being filled. Without hesitation the fog filtered inside, and Katsuki breathed deep, taking the mist in. The thickness that he knew was an atomized body.
"When your voice calls from darkness, I will come be the light." Bakugo whispered. "I am not afraid."
Aiwaza was screaming, fists pounding into the floor, thinking his child was being gassed to death. He twisted inside All Might's grip, black hair, scarf and tears whipping rashly in the hurricane outside the halo.
Saya was inside him; he felt sedated, his body being treated as touched with feathers. He felt his own tears halt as he was coming to understand. He looked to the white halo above, his arms spread, his form was connecting to something un-earthly, the energy.
Saya's voice had said: All I am... is this.
He was the power.
Bakugo accepted him then, as this, as well. In this state. As a spirited fog, possessor inside him, moving.
Only an aura.
But Kasaya was new in this, so whatever Kasaya could not do on his own just yet... he would aid to solve. If it was finding his mental path back to the real world; let him see it in him. If it was recovering a way to form himself back into a mortal body (if he wanted); let him feel it in him, let him learn what it is to have a beat in the chest once more, a spark of adrenaline pump through the veins. To be 'alive' and of a skin.
Katsuki spoke, lips barely parted. "Use me." In heaven or hell, a void of space, stuck in the stars, with or without a pulse, Suki would give every ounce of every single thing he had.
The life. The mind. The oxygen. His dust.
He wanted to be Saya's only drug.
Even if born into another country, into a later time, a reincarnation after his days as Bakugo were over, even then, he would continue to seek this essence, his own essence in return would find this one's again and again, connect with this one as their auras were entwining now; wait for this one.
Through any wave of time; forever.
He felt Kasaya's feelings. And somehow, physical form did not matter as much as understanding did anymore.
And to Bakugo, that was okay. He loved him that much.
He heard a 'thank you' on the air as the fog swirled a bit more inward.
Saya felt a strong breath take him in, slow in the exhale. A pulsing, the beat steady, it was so loud, a rushing sound; it was blood moving fast through veins. He heard Katsuki's voice soothing, so deep, breathy.
"Saya." He knew Disaster who was Satoko, was absorbing into his blood.
Suki's body began to float just as Saya's form had just before, the energy picking the physical up. Bakugo closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of smooth essence inside, knowing he was going skyward as his feet had no ground. 'Kasaya... Kasaya. Where are you? I'm here.' He could smile, but his body felt heavy, he felt tired as something oozed and spurt out of his mouth.
It rolled down his cheeks, languid.
Aiwaza saw, screamed. "HE'S KILLING HIM! SON OF A BITCH! TOSHIIII! LET ME GO DAMN IT! LET ME GO!"
It wasn't blood.
Dark like oil rather, Disaster expelled a substance from his body before it had the chance to worsen. Saya had found a broken piece, a tumor forming from past drug abuse.
Katsuki's body had had the beginnings of liver cancer.
Strange marks inside his throat were also gone now, with a move across them they disappeared. Same with the ones inside his mouth. He fizzled, flying through the streams and rivers inside the physical body he was possessing.
On a river of blood.
One that he no longer rejected, drowning in, but caressed.
"You." Bakugo heard Saya's voice say, the mid-tone gone. It was Saya's gentle timbre now. "You... You are real."
"Yes." Suki mouthed. No sound; too tired to produce any, but somehow, he knew that Kasaya was smiling, that he was happy because he had found the path back and was finally walking towards him. He had to touch something tangible from the inside-out, exterior landscapes had not been enough, that was how lost in his head he'd been.
The fog began to filter out of his mouth and back into the air, but after it was all out, Bakugo still remained floating off the ground. So exhausted, he felt as if a baby in the loom of a mother's woven blanket.
That was when he felt a touch on the face.
And lazily Bakugo opened his eyes.
There, a thick form of white mist became a solid piece, a contour came to it, a few fingers attached to the silhouette of Satoko Kasaya. A lit structure of pure mental power, floated just as high as Bakugo, close to the ceiling now.
"I'm in the right world, but... a physical body is taking time."
"Th... then... I'll stay..." He swallowed. "here with... you. Until it's back." He reached his heavy arms out. "If that's wh... what you want... a form."
The ghost smiled. "For now, yes." A body wasn't necessary anymore, but he wanted to enjoy pleasures with Suki, therefore he must come back to a 'being'.
Coming to form was all for Bakugo Katsuki, who could not become an essence with him... not yet.
Not until his body died. In time, it would. But he wanted it to last him, let his mortal state be long-lived. So, he'd expelled the cancer before it even had a chance to turn fouler, he'd cleanse him and aid him, help give him a long lifetime in this attractive form; pale skinned, rose eyes, dishwater hair, wet, seductive teases of looks.
The two watched from the floor as a spirit, this wraith came close to Katsuki in the sky and reached, it's vapors flowing around the blonde's form unable to completely hold the other. They knew Satoko had not murdered him. Instead he was trying desperately to hug, but could not.
All Might touched Shota's face just the same, ran a finger over his jaw. He couldn't imagine not being able to touch Aiwaza. To feel him.
Shota crying, kept apologizing as he laid the top of All Might's hand across his face, rubbing his cheek into it.
"I'm like... a... a bird." Suki whispered. He felt a wetness on the face. Two soft pads on his cheeks. Lips. Barely there.
He was coming to have form. It was slow. But Disaster was. "We'll fly away." Saya spoke to him.
Suki felt a finger on his lower back. "To y... your mountain?"
"You are... that for me..." He could feel Suki's bodily heat now. He could smell that scent. "Katsuki."
Bakugo dropped his jaw and looked lazily, he seen a face coming back.
A handsome one.
The navy-hair began to flip over it gracefully, coming to form from nothing.
He said his name!
And he felt no latch.
The lower part of his quirk didn't activate!
He had control!
Bakugo breathed a quick, but tired chuff out of his nose. He was in awe. He shivered, reaching, and put his fingers down on the face in front of him.
Skin.
Katsuki coughed out a whimper.
He was! Here!
The utter and sheer amazing power!
He watched the body come back. Part by part. Inch by inch.
Then the clothing wove back around. Chain link by chain link, the black necklace of Katsuki's father formed back, with red eyes he saw the cross molding back to it's squarish form. Plain it was, but Bakugo let the pendant float into his palm.
And when he looked back up, he saw two absolutely lovely gray eyes staring at him, both of them with irises, slightly still glowing, with a wetness to them that spoke all on their own. Bakugo swallowed as hands wrapping on the sides of his waist, finally able to touch.
They looked as if waltzing, the two bodies slowing were spinning themselves.
Heaven's Arc fizzled out, and it was just them there in the sky with light still emitting from Satoko.
The blonde let the necklace go, his arms slid over the shoulders, one of his palms glided under the hair at the nape.
Suddenly they launched out of a busted window, into the cold, brisk December air. They shot upwards. Satoko like a rocket into the sky.
Suki clutched and hung on but unable to look down, his head buried into Saya's chest.
The navy hair pushed down around his head as they bolted like a plane. Kasaya, who was Disaster, started laughing a kiddish laugh, one of excitement.
Bakugo was shocked as UA under them was gone!
Only clouds!
Higher. Higher. Then the moon. Huge. A soft light, and them in front of it in the last part of Christmas.
Snow. Beautiful, large, flaky crystals of snow.
Saya slowed, then stopped. A hover.
He unwound Suki's hands, but Suki instead clung. "I'LL FALL!" His quirk wouldn't even save him this high!
"No." Saya whispered, but recognizing he was shaken, he let him wrap his arms back tight, back to hugging and hanging on for dear life. "Suki."
"Hm?" It was cold, and he wanted more body heat.
"You... you are my mountain." He wiped Bakugo's face with his shirt to get it clean.
Bakugo looked into his deep, glossy eyes, the heavenly body illuminated within them, as if atop a surface of water.
Kasaya swallowed. "I don't need an actual mountain. You are that for me. You were right here all along. Just as a mountain, you are immovable." He batted his eyelashes slow in admiration. Saya moved his nose in, touching the other's cold one.
"It's... it's just you now?" He had to confirm.
"Only one." Satoko brought his mouth close, feeling the other's breath, plump breath sliding slow across his own. Hot. "One voice. One entity."
"Kasaya... you are Disaster?"
"I am." Somehow he knew he's still have to finish the 'merging' for the words to be written on paper, to be seen as of-right-mind by The State, but it was no longer necessary.
He'd found the other half of himself on his own.
His own mind had found it's detested part, another that had always been there, just as kicked, beaten, the prodigal piece, and welcomed it back, to become family.
Uncontrolled.
Lips dove into lips.
Neither could wait.
"I'll take you until I can't..." Bakugo whisped between kisses. "until I can't anymore."
"You always will. Become the wind with me after this life is over." 'Ah.' Bakugo was kissing his neck, he tilted his head back shyly. The shell felt so good. So good.
"I just want... want to give you something good. Will... " Bakugo smiled, his lips seduced on the lengthy nape. A tongue over flesh. Wild in heat, in feverish love. He moved the chin down, those gray eyes bore into his reds, the moon behind them in the cold, snowy sky. Flakes landed on their hair. The soft light illuminated their features. "Will you marry me Kasaya?" He felt his face go white hot.
Kasaya felt air come into his lungs quick! He'd! He was thinking this! Too?! "I... will." Some tears fell. "I..." His shyness dropped. "YES KATSUKI! YES!" His lips entangled the others.
Bakugo's eyes suddenly welled with so much emotion that he felt he'd burst, so many kisses, it was as if they were sharing a face. His whole life, the rest of everything he had, that he could give, his all... forever!
YES! HE'D SAID YES!
Kasaya wanted him! For his screwed up past! For who he'd been! Who he'd become! Who he would be with him, who he'd be in the future, and after the body was done!
Yes. It was a YES!
"I'd been thinking the same..." Saya got bold. "the same of you." Satoko nuzzled, they were inseparable. Navy hair went over his eyes, but he still looked out from underneath. "Wanting to ask you too."
They stayed like that for nearly an hour, holding each other into the wee hour of the morning, shivering with each other there.
Alone. Above all the life below them. Skyward.
This was real.
Satoko knew it was.
It gripped.
His mountain, his dragon Apollo, was his weight.
And now, he'd be that for the rest of their mortal lives.
And after?
Together still.
"I love you Katsuki." Satoko whispered into his ear. "I love you."
Bakugo gasped.
Like a haze Satoko Kasaya felt something lift out of himself.
A weight was... miraculously gone?
Bakugo noticed him heaving, eyes shooting around at himself. He looked pink in the cheeks? Held a hand to his forehead. "You... You're actually... hot baby."
Kasaya erupted into tears. "SHE'S! IT'S! IT'S GONE!" He shook him in the sky.
Bakugo's mouth dropped. The last latch.
It left him!
"I ended b... because... of y... you. Y... truly... you saved me Suki!" He moaned into his shoulder.
There was no room for Ashley.
She'd been ripped out.
Ripped off.
Gone.
Suki took the final landscape in Kasaya's heart, after a long, tense, struggling battle, he, the last one standing, stuck the stake in the muddy ground with his flag on top.
He stood as that mountain.
Yet again.
He did not fall.
Not to her.
Never.
His flag alone waved in that wind.
Bakugo wrapped his arms around the waist protectively.
Disaster and Apollo.
Into purity, they'd be heroes. Just to save them. Save them all.
How easier it'd be now, without her claws digging.
Saya was truly his, as Suki was Saya's as well.
A feeling like a falcon to fly.
To soar.
To hear those three words out of his mouth, them to be spoken in truth, to the person, the spirit, to the aura that set his soul ablaze.
Katsuki felt as if a king.
Only his love for him set Saya free.