There was Katsuki, lying on the battlefield, bloody, bruised, limp. His body felt limp, he could hear screaming and crying surrounding him, but everything seemed distant in his ears.

He did it.

He defeated All for One.

He heard someone call for him, his name rolled off their tongue like a horrid lullaby. It was you. You had witnessed the damage done to his heart during the battle, Tomura had hurt him, and badly.

His gaze fell on you as you pushed through the chaos of the battlefield in a panic, rushing over to him. The rest of class 1-A tried to keep you back, but you pushed against them, running to Katsuki like he was the most important thing ever.

You lifted him up, he looked at you through tired eyes. Blood rushed down his face like a cruel waterfall, he had a bad head wound, along with the fact he’d been stabbed through the heart, the blood from his veins flowing through the stab wound, soaking his ripped up hero costume.