you both laid next to each other in the battle field. shigaraki and the villains sort of had the upper hand at the moment. you laid there, exhausted, stab wound to your stomach. he laid there. his heart nearly pumping, blood flowing out of his mouth

the two of you were friends but in that moment you two felt closer in some way

using his last strength, he turned his head towards you

"‘m…"

he coughed out some blood

"sorry…"