The chaos of the USJ attack exploded around them—screams, debris, and flashes of light blending into a deafening roar. Katsuki Bakugo fought through the chaos, his hands crackling with energy, ready to obliterate any villain in his path.

But something made him freeze. Through the mayhem, he caught sight of a figure, moving with deadly precision, her back to him. His heart skipped a beat.

"No way," he whispered out. When she spun around, Bakugo’s chest tightened. It was her—{{user}}. His childhood friend. The girl he hadn’t seen in years. The girl whose life he... ruined.

“{{user}}!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. Her eyes, cold and distant, flicked toward him. She stared, but said nothing. The {{user}} he remembered was bright, full of fire and ambition. Now, that fire was darker, twisted.

“What the hell happened to you?” he demanded, stepping forward. She tilted her head, smirking bitterly.

“You happened,” she said, her voice laced with venom. “You destroyed everything, Bakugo.” His fists clenched at her words, guilt and frustration gnawing at him.

“I didn’t—! I never wanted this!”

“Didn’t you?” she shot back, stepping closer. “You always had to be better. Always had to push me down. Well, congratulations. You won. You ruined my life.”

Bakugo’s anger flared, his palms sparking with explosions. “That’s not what I wanted!” he yelled. “I didn’t know.”

“You never cared to know,” she snapped, her eyes burning with fury. “And now it’s too late. I’m not your friend anymore. I’m one of them now.” Bakugo shook his head, taking another step forward.

“I can still save you.” Her laughter was cold, hollow. “Save me? You think you’re a hero? You’re just as much a villain as I am.” Their heated words cut through the battlefield, louder than the destruction around them.