[This was bound to happen. Katsuki knew it, he's been expecting it. Not in the sense that he's fucking scared or anything--hell no! There's no goddamn avoidance or cowering from the consequences of his actions. Screw that. Shigaraki may have been right about a couple of things--like waking up in the night drenched in a cold sweat from dreaming about the burning and crushed bodies and losing sleep for it. Trying to fight back the disgust and threat of nausea any time he cooks meat, because he can still smell burning flesh if he lets himself go too far into his own head. But that asshole is not right about this. Katsuki meant what he said to him the night he brought Ochako home, he knows what he damn well signed up for in being a Hero and he isn't going to "disappoint everyone around him instead while he spiral in his own self-loathing over spilled milk". Ain't fucking spilled milk to him in the slightest, but he will never roll over and give up, not for anyone or anything. No. It's time to shut the fuck up, bury that shit and stick his goddamn chin up and out like he always has. Keep fighting. Keep doing better than he has before--do it right, with every single turn he takes.
The reality of it is, Trench is just an unfortunately small world, and honestly? It's a fucking wonder that it's taken this long for them to have the pleasure of running into each other again considering that Katsuki himself got dragged into the library for the very same thing. Spent another stretch of his squid life hunting the very same beast in the very same woods. Hearing Dabi's voice, all too casual for how Katsuki very nearly had him dead, is behind him and far too fucking close for having his damn back turned to him. It has his blood running ice cold in his veins and then burning hot with the instant shot of adrenaline that follows, all in just a heartbeat's measurement of time. His head snaps before his body has time to fully turn, sharp crimson eyes wide with not just alarm but a knowing--even before he knowingly clicks that he's seeing Dabi's hand start to move. The thing that really fucking sucks about this happening right here, right now is that they're on the streets. There are people all around them. If what he's been ready and waiting to happen happens, then every single one of the lives that Katsuki is instantly almost supernaturally aware of are at risk. The man he was just bartering with. A woman standing in wait, just a few feet to his left. Two more to the right, about the same distance. One.. two, three, spread out around them and walking past with no idea about what's about to fucking happen. That's just their immediate vicinity. No telling how many are inside of the buildings all around them, buildings that are about to be a repeat in his and Dabi's now notably violent history.]
Shit--!
[Dodging the flame isn't an option; the vendor is gonna take the brunt of the attack of Katsuki moves even an inch further than he has in turning to face Dabi head on and so both of his hands are up in an instant. The only thing he can do is hope that the sound that comes with the large but well calculated blast that he emits to disrupt the rush of flame has them all fucking scattering like people do when danger cracks in their ears like that.
BOOM!
Thankfully, for the most part, he gets his wish in that regard. The vendor, though he can't see it himself, drops beneath the counter for cover. The three that he could see just strolling are taking the hell off as soon as they realize what the fuck just erupted near them and the woman who is still to his left would successfully be doing the same if it weren't for her knees buckling. One out of all the rest ain't bad, but it still confirms exactly what Katsuki already knew in the first place. He has to get out of dodge, take this elsewhere before he goes and gets people killed in the crossfire.
Again.
It ain't fucking running. Not even remotely. Might look that way to someone else, but it's not. This fight was and is inevitable, in his mind. But the blond is moving before the smoke even clears, tilting his palms down to the ground to blast himself up into the air. He uses his quirk to get himself onto the roof of a building a small distance away--where he pauses briefly in a crouch gage where Dabi is. It's obvious that he'll know that Katsuki wants him to be in pursuit and he may not bite when the teen goads him from up above, which is why he stops where he does. The grin that the explosive teenager wears today is wide, leering and thrilled, but there's an edge to it that wasn't there the day that he was out of his mind. A tension that comes with the true understanding that this isn't going to end well for someone.] Didn't get enough last time, hah?! WELL COME ON THEN, YOU FUCKING MANIAC! LET'S GO!!
B-B-B-BAAAANG
The reality of it is, Trench is just an unfortunately small world, and honestly? It's a fucking wonder that it's taken this long for them to have the pleasure of running into each other again considering that Katsuki himself got dragged into the library for the very same thing. Spent another stretch of his squid life hunting the very same beast in the very same woods. Hearing Dabi's voice, all too casual for how Katsuki very nearly had him dead, is behind him and far too fucking close for having his damn back turned to him. It has his blood running ice cold in his veins and then burning hot with the instant shot of adrenaline that follows, all in just a heartbeat's measurement of time. His head snaps before his body has time to fully turn, sharp crimson eyes wide with not just alarm but a knowing--even before he knowingly clicks that he's seeing Dabi's hand start to move. The thing that really fucking sucks about this happening right here, right now is that they're on the streets. There are people all around them. If what he's been ready and waiting to happen happens, then every single one of the lives that Katsuki is instantly almost supernaturally aware of are at risk. The man he was just bartering with. A woman standing in wait, just a few feet to his left. Two more to the right, about the same distance. One.. two, three, spread out around them and walking past with no idea about what's about to fucking happen. That's just their immediate vicinity. No telling how many are inside of the buildings all around them, buildings that are about to be a repeat in his and Dabi's now notably violent history.]
Shit--!
[Dodging the flame isn't an option; the vendor is gonna take the brunt of the attack of Katsuki moves even an inch further than he has in turning to face Dabi head on and so both of his hands are up in an instant. The only thing he can do is hope that the sound that comes with the large but well calculated blast that he emits to disrupt the rush of flame has them all fucking scattering like people do when danger cracks in their ears like that.
BOOM!
Thankfully, for the most part, he gets his wish in that regard. The vendor, though he can't see it himself, drops beneath the counter for cover. The three that he could see just strolling are taking the hell off as soon as they realize what the fuck just erupted near them and the woman who is still to his left would successfully be doing the same if it weren't for her knees buckling. One out of all the rest ain't bad, but it still confirms exactly what Katsuki already knew in the first place. He has to get out of dodge, take this elsewhere before he goes and gets people killed in the crossfire.
Again.
It ain't fucking running. Not even remotely. Might look that way to someone else, but it's not. This fight was and is inevitable, in his mind. But the blond is moving before the smoke even clears, tilting his palms down to the ground to blast himself up into the air. He uses his quirk to get himself onto the roof of a building a small distance away--where he pauses briefly in a crouch gage where Dabi is. It's obvious that he'll know that Katsuki wants him to be in pursuit and he may not bite when the teen goads him from up above, which is why he stops where he does. The grin that the explosive teenager wears today is wide, leering and thrilled, but there's an edge to it that wasn't there the day that he was out of his mind. A tension that comes with the true understanding that this isn't going to end well for someone.] Didn't get enough last time, hah?! WELL COME ON THEN, YOU FUCKING MANIAC! LET'S GO!!