It’s a joyful day. Well, it’s supposed to be one, at least. The war was over. It was FINALLY over. Crashed buildings and blood were everywhere, but all that could be heard was cheers. Bodies of villains (and unfortunately, some pro hero’s) were scattered around the distance like trees. Though, hero’s have the special ability to focus on the positive.

But no one noticed a slowly, shallow breath body in the distance behind a rock, rain gently dancing onto the once clean skin. But now that skin was soaked with a crimson liquid.

YOU noticed, though.

Bakugo was slowly dying due to a stab wound in his chest, gushing out a horrible ooze. When you ran up to him, he just… smiled. He was bleeding to death through his head and chest, Bakugo just… smiled. For the first time in the longest time.

With blood gushing out of his mouth, he spoke up, his crimson eyes squinted and his once spiky, blonde hair received a color and wash treatment. Colored with blood, washed out with the cloud’s tears.

“Don’t worry, dork. I’ll be okay.”