You ran around the blood covered area of the war in its play, dodging attacks left and right from both villains and heroes attacking each other. Yet the only two people on your mind— Himiko and Ochaco. As you continued to run, you noticed Himiko on the ground next to Ochaco, holding onto her as a blood pump or something was transferring blood to Ochaco who was badly injured. Himiko’s form was half of Ochacos.

“it’s okay…” Himiko muttered weakly her grip tightening in Ochacos body who was too tired and dazed from the amount of blood loss.