I didn't think—I just acted. The moment my feet took off after Overhaul, it was like a switch had flipped inside me. Anger fueled every step, and I barely noticed anything else. All I could see was him, the man responsible for everything, slipping through the crowd like a shadow.

He's not getting away this time. 

No way in hell.

I barely registered the sound of Shoto calling my name, his voice strained with panic as he tried to keep up. But I couldn't stop. I couldn't even slow down. My legs were moving on their own, weaving through the crowds at the amusement park, dodging kids with cotton candy and parents with strollers.

Shoto: Izuku! Wait!

Shoto's voice was closer now, but still too far. I could hear the urgency in it, but there was no way I was going to let Overhaul out of my sight. Not again. 

Not after everything he's done.

I dodged around a couple holding hands, almost tripping over a stray balloon that drifted into my path. 

Focus, Izuku! 

Keep your eyes on him! 

But it was hard. 

The park was packed, and every turn felt like another obstacle.

Overhaul glanced back once, his eyes locking onto mine for a split second. My heart leaped into my throat—he knew. He knew I was onto him. And then, with a flick of his wrist, he took off, faster than I expected.

Oh, you think you can outrun me?

I pushed harder, weaving through the crowd as fast as I could, my eyes fixed on that green jacket. People were starting to notice now, stepping aside as I barreled through, but I barely heard their confused murmurs. Everything else was a blur.

Shoto: Izuku! Stop!

Shoto's voice rang out again, louder this time, but I didn't dare look back. If I did, I might lose him.

Overhaul turned a corner, heading into a quieter part of the park, and I followed without hesitation. My heart was pounding in my chest, not just from the exertion, but from the anger that was still boiling inside me. 

He's trying to shake me off. 

Not happening.

I skidded around the corner, nearly losing my balance on the slick pavement. A group of kids stared at me wide-eyed as I barely avoided crashing into them. 

Me: Sorry!

I shouted over my shoulder, but my focus was still ahead, on Overhaul.

He was fast, I'd give him that. And he seemed to know exactly where he was going, leading me through the park like a maze. But I wasn't about to give up. My legs were burning, but I forced them to keep moving, to keep closing the gap between us.

Shoto: Please, Izuku! Just stop!

Shoto's voice was more desperate now, but he was falling behind. 

Sorry, Shoto, but I can't. 

Not this time.

Overhaul was heading towards the edge of the park now, where it was quieter, less crowded. He glanced back again, and I saw the realization in his eyes—he knew he wasn't going to lose me. Not with the fire that was driving me forward.

He veered off the main path, slipping between two stalls, and I followed, almost crashing into a stack of boxes as I tried to keep up. My foot caught on something, and I stumbled, nearly face-planting into a pile of stuffed animals. I scrambled back to my feet, cursing under my breath. 

Dammit, stay focused!

I saw Overhaul disappear around another corner, and I pushed myself harder, ignoring the burning in my lungs. 

I had to catch him.

I had to.

I burst out onto a deserted side street, and there he was, standing at the end of the alley, his back to me. He'd stopped running, and for a split second, I hesitated.

Why did he stop?

But then, without warning, he turned, locking eyes with me, and I felt that surge of anger all over again. This was my chance. 

This is it. 

Time to make him pay.

But just as I took a step forward, a loud clatter echoed from behind me, followed by a string of curses. I whipped around to see Shoto, looking more than a little disheveled, practically tumbling into the alley after me. He must have knocked over a trash can in his rush to catch up, and now he was trying to steady himself, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and frustration.

Shoto: Damn it, Izuku! What the hell are you thinking?

He half-yelled, half-panted, but I could see the relief in his eyes. 

He was worried sick.

Me: I—

I started, but before I could get another word out, a sudden movement caught my eye. I spun back around just in time to see Overhaul making a break for it, heading down another side street.

Me: Oh no, you don't!

I yelled, my voice hoarse from the chase, and took off after him again, ignoring Shoto's protests.

My mind was racing almost as fast as my feet, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Every instinct was screaming at me to catch him, to stop him before he could get away, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was reckless. I was acting on pure emotion, and that was dangerous.

But right now, I didn't care. The anger, the frustration, the guilt—I needed to do something, and chasing down the man who'd caused all this felt like the only option.

This ends here, Overhaul. 

You're not getting away from me.