I Found↲
Amber Run

"And I've moved further than I thought I could. But I missed you more than I thought I would . . ."

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If there was one thing Katsuki had learned over the years . . . it's that he had an excellent memory. However, that was always his downfall in some depraved and fucked up way.   

His mind had remained a blank, thoughtless, solitary confinement cage for quite some time now. Wisps of the longing need to take control barely gripping onto the arctic, metal, bars reinforcing his cage — barely gripping onto anything really. No, it had been a rather long period of time since he was last in control of what he did and did not think about . . . If he were . . . Maybe those thoughts would not be so vivid. Should he be given the proper choice, he would choose to remember less detail, because maybe — just maybe it wouldn't hurt so much when the thought went away.

When the memory went away.

When Izuku went away.

As much as he despises to admit it, he secretly enjoyed those moments just as much as he loathed them. The faint yet strong recollection of the boy's curled green hair, framing his round and freckled cheeks — usually dusted in a faint hue of pink. Emerald, iridescent pools positioned perfectly onto his face, staring at the blond with a childish glint lingering within him. God, Katsuki could get lost in those eyes . . . And finally . . . The defined curve of his lips. Lips Katsuki once had the pleasure of claiming to be his own, the distant memory of said lips molding into his own so precisely . . . so beautifully. Not only were they combining their mouths, but their souls, their minds, their everything. All in a simple kiss. 

And from those breath-stealing memories, thoughts, recollections, Katsuki always finds himself falling. Damn it, he falls hard. Every. Fucking. Time. Soon, his falling turns into descending, which morphs into cascading, inevitably ending at drowning. He's drowning in those moments, those cursed moments when he is forcefully pulled back into the clutches of his imprisonment. 

It was almost as if those brief junctures in evocation were his visiting hours, they were timed, unpredictable, and ineluctably always had an end. Ripping him down towards the sharks below, where he was forced to sink or swim until next visit.

But that was never enough for him, was it? 

It would truly never be enough. For it was only a memory, a short moment in time that he had already lived through yet temporarily visited. They weren't permanent, and Katsuki wanted permanent.

Katsuki needed permanent.

So imagine his complete, utter, shock when he realizes the ticket to achieving that perpetualness was only a mere thirty minutes away. And that it has been thirty minutes away for the past six years . . . Izuku was only half an hour away from him . . . The fucked up part? Katsuki didn't even know it until now.

All those years of imprisoning himself, all those years of blaming himself, all those fucking years went dwindling down the drain of his mind. Instead of feeling bitter about it all, the best he could do was focus on the positive now. It felt like a dream, like a gut-wrenching, tear-jerking, breathtaking dream. Fuck, if it was, he begged that whatever God was out there would never wake him up . . . That he would be able to stay in this dream for eternity.

"Oh, my God . . ." Ashido whispered quietly, specks of salty liquid beginning to pool in the edges of her eyes.

Katsuki, Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and Shinsou were all currently in Katsuki's apartment on the phone with Aizawa. It had been a few days since Aizawa had a team of legal hackers scour the internet for any records of Izuku and Inko in the last few years, of course, they found documents proving that Izuku was alive. However, the six decided it'd be best to send their adoptive father over to the address provided to them instead — just in case they were mistaken.

Fortunately, for them, they were not mistaken.

"Wait . . . So, he's really alive?" Sero asked, tears pooling down his cheeks with a bright grin on his face. 

"Well, what the hell are you still doing their, dad?" Kaminari scoffed, "Where is he? Can we talk to him?"

There was a long pause on the other end, the faint sound of Aizawa's sighing barely making its way through the speakers. "It's a bit more complicated than that," he muttered softly. "He has amnesia."

They were already well informed that Inko had faked her son's death, that was the first matter they discussed when the dark-haired man had initially called. However, this was news to them. Katsuki remembered briefly looking over some old medical files that the legal team of hackers had pulled up — now prompting him to curse himself for not looking into them further. But he was so lost back then, a mixture of emotions shrouding his body at the time . . . He wasn't sure what to do.

"Oh, c'mon," Kirishima spat with scrunched brows. "If auntie — I mean, Inko, faked Mido's death . . . Who's to say she isn't lying right now?"

"Because I already talked to him," the elder responded curtly, his voice detached and drained. "As of now, he only knows me as 'Ground Zero's manager'. He thinks I'm here to discuss the incident from last week,"

At that, whatever hope and happiness that once had its firm grip on Katsuki soon loosened. His heart wildly and violently screamed and pulsed within its confinements, the fragile organ felt as though it were about to combust at any given moment. And he knew he could do nothing to stop it. He knew it was childish, that he should still be overjoyed that his best friend — the boy he loved unconditionally was still alive but . . . How could he if Izuku didn't even remember him?

All their good times and bad, nothing but memories locked and cast away in the sea of the boy's mind. But not Katsuki's. No, Katsuki still remembered it all.

"—atsuki"

"Katsuki!"

The blond soon snapped out of his daze at the sound of his manager yelling at him, reluctantly pulling himself down to the depths of reality. He knew what was about to come next, and he was both excited and dreading it.

"Look," Aizawa began, his fatherly voice being thrown out the window in replacement for his manager's voice. "I know this is a delicate situation . . . But we still have your career to think about here, Katsuki — your fans, the media, the press, they all think Izuku might be a lover of yours. Now, I think we should still go through with the initial plan; we offer him some deal where he can pose as your boyfriend,"

"At the same time, we'll be surrounding him with something his mother failed to do . . . We'll be surrounding him with familiarity — which will hopefully jog his memory in due time. Either way, we have him back,"

Everyone looked to the elder now, waiting, calculating, and observing his reaction. Naturally, they all wanted him to follow through with it — the five just wanted their friend back. However, they knew the decision to do so rested on Katsuki's shoulders, it was his choice, and that's what scared them. It could go either way with the blond, and as much as they all hated to admit it . . . they could see the pros and cons of the situation.

It'd be imprudent to be upset with him in particular with whatever he did choose to do.

"Okay," Katsuki finally spoke, his tone lowered and broken as he did so. "When can I see him?"

"It took some convincing, but I finally managed to get Inko to agree with what we're doing . . . In exchange for money, of course," Aizawa growled, "But you have an interview in less than an hour, Katsuki, an important one too. So after the meeting . . . that's when you can see him."

It had been five years since Katsuki had last seen Izuku . . .

He could wait two more hours.

Hello Cricket Cultists!!

Updates during the week day will always be at nighttime from now on. On weekends I'll try to post at an earlier time. *Sigh* High school fucking sucks . . .

Anywho I know a lot of your are confused, but keep in mind that's how it's supposed to be. Y'all are readers, your job is to read and find out why the fuck you all are confused whereas my job is to write the shit XD How are we liking the story so far?

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