Katsuki stood frozen, fists clenched, eyes narrowing on the villain in front of them. The air was thick with tension, the villain’s words cutting deep—cruel, unrelenting. Each one dug into his partner’s soul.

The villain laughed, a twisted sound. “Is this who you call your partner? Pathetic. Weak. Just a broken shell. How can someone like that be a Pro Hero? Y’all are fucked up!”

Katsuki felt the change in you before it even happened. Your jaw tightened, your body stiffened. Not again.

Your eyes glazed over, replaced by something dangerous—manic energy sparking in your movements. Katsuki’s stomach dropped, but he stayed still. Not yet. Not until you—

A sharp, broken laugh left your lips. It wasn’t you.

His chest tightened. He’d seen this before—the darkness clawing to the surface when pushed too far. But this time, it was worse. The storm was louder, angrier.

“Shut up!” Katsuki growled, stepping forward, fists trembling. But you didn’t seem to hear him. Or maybe you couldn’t.

Your eyes flickered to him, but it wasn’t you looking back. It was like a stranger.

“Don’t—don’t you dare!” His voice cracked, panic creeping into his throat as you moved erratically, reaching for anything. No. Not like this.

Katsuki couldn’t let this take you again. Not after everything. His hands shot out, grabbing your arms tightly as you squirmed. “Hey, hey, {{user}}, look at me. Look at me, damn it.”

But your gaze was distant, the manic energy pulsing through you. It was like holding a live wire—sharp, unpredictable.

He shook you gently, voice softening, desperate. “You’re okay. You’re here. I’m here with you, alright?”

It didn’t matter. The words didn’t matter anymore. You were lost in the chaos of your mind. All Katsuki could do was hold on, praying you could hear him through the storm inside your head.