The battlefield was in ruins — the air thick with smoke, dust, and the distant echoes of destruction. Izuku clashed with Shigaraki amidst the chaos of the Final War, his heart pounding, adrenaline surging. With a furious cry, Izuku launched forward, fist crackling with One For All, aiming a devastating blow straight for his enemy.

But Shigaraki was faster — twisted reflexes honed by countless battles. He sidestepped at the last second, his decaying hand clamping down on Izuku’s arm. The skin began to flake away, bone searing with agony. Izuku gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain, winding up for another punch—

—Only to be met with a brutal kick to the chest, launching him backward. He crashed into the broken ground with a sickening thud, dust billowing around his limp body.

Izuku: N… No…!

His vision blurred, edges of white creeping in like fog. Everything felt distant, slipping away…

When suddenly—