With his fist reeled back and crashing into some scumbag's face, Katsuki certainly didn't expect to hear a voice that hadn't graced his ears in years. The blond shook it off with a scowl, assuming it was a trick from some sort of quirk these bastards had: an attempt to escape his capture.

"Shoddy trick, asswipe. You can't just mimic that dumbass' voice and not play some sort of illusion to go along with it." He huffed, voice gruff and echoing deep in his chest.

The drug smuggler who's collar was clenched in Katsuki's gloved hands only looked more confused at his words, before a sense of dread washed over his face, shouting out some English phrases too quickly for Katsuki to mentally translate. Begrudgingly, his head swiveled to look behind him, red eyes widening in the sight that awaited him

You.

Standing there looking just like you did all those years ago, just like the day that you left him behind.