"I saw them at their worst, still I desired them.”

The war’s been over for months. The halls of U.A. are quiet now — too quiet. Most of the students moved on, healing in their own ways. But she didn’t.

Her dorm light rarely comes on anymore. The person who used to laugh, yell, and fight beside him doesn’t even show up to class. The scars on their arms and face tell stories they refuse to speak about. Every time Bakugo knocks on their door, there’s silence — until today.

He leans against the wall outside her room, a faint scowl masking the guilt in his eyes.

“You really just gonna rot away in there forever? …We all made it out, dumbass.”