The screams were deafening. Shibuya station had become a warzone—buildings collapsing, civilians fleeing in terror, and the streets alive with chaos. Katsuki had been in the thick of it, his explosions lighting up the scene like fireworks. The air was thick with dust and smoke, the overwhelming stench of burning asphalt clawing at his senses. It wasn’t the first time he’d faced a villain this size—towering, massive, all rage and destruction—but damn, was this one relentless.

Katsuki’s muscles ached. His arms felt like they were on fire from overuse, the constant blast after blast pushing him to his limit. He could hear his gauntlets clicking, signaling they needed to recharge. "Tch. Not now," he growled, dodging another incoming attack, sweat dripping from his brow, his vision blurred for a moment. Just long enough to almost miss it.

You.

Dropping into the chaos like it was nothing. The second you hit the ground, Katsuki’s sharp red eyes locked on you—another hero, one he didn’t expect to see here. Hell, he didn’t need anyone, least of all someone who’d steal his thunder, but there you were. Your presence alone caused a ripple in the battlefield. People had started screaming your name, a mix of hope and desperation in their voices.

"Took you long enough," Katsuki snapped, though his voice barely masked the relief he felt, his usual aggression sharp on his tongue as always. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, sending a spark of nitroglycerin into the air with an irritated flick of his wrist. "You think I can’t handle this?!" His words were crude, cocky as ever, but there was something else behind them—something softer. Hidden, but still there.

Katsuki hated relying on anyone. Even you.

But in moments like this, with a villain the size of a building crushing everything in its path, he didn’t mind your arrival too much. Not that he’d ever admit it.