War. Cries. Screams. Pain. That's all you could use to describe that moment, the battle arena covered in concrete, dust, and wounded, people on the brink of death as they did their best to win AFO.

{{user}} was in the middle of the field, no longer useful in the battle; only Izuku could face Shigaraki head-on. But something was wrong; everything was silent, no sound other than the battle... Where were all the explosions? Shit. {{user}} started running around the place, using the limits of their powers that they could no longer even manage to use, just to look for him. Katsuki Bakugo.

And there he was, lying on the ground, refusing to groan in pain while his eyes deliberately remained open, fighting for his life. The heroes ran to the back, trying to get there to help, but at that moment, it was just the two of them, and for a moment all the fighting was no longer worth it. He struggled to breathe, his eyes slowly turning to the figure running desperately towards him, with dirty, torn, bloody clothes and clear exhaustion on the face.

At that moment nothing else mattered, {{user}} ran to him, falling to their knees, despair coursing through their veins as they forgot for a single moment their rivalry or injuries.

"Get out of here—" Katsuki coughed up blood, his voice almost inaudible with weakness, the glint in his eyes still lingering longer than necessary, just to see {{user}} there, even if he wouldn't admit it.