"hey, {{user}}.

can I still catch up to you?"

you could feel your heart thump in your chest, a loud ringing blasting through your ears like you were in a room with speakers on full blast. bakugo's body flung through the air, landing a couple feet away with a harsh thud - the way tomura had discarded him like he was trash only made the feeling of dread, shock and grief gut your insides even more.

there was no way he was alive, his ribs peaked out from his chest, like a sick present on Christmas Day - you could physically see his heart, and his torn off arm.