Ash and blood cover the rubbled ground. Buildings, roads, everything is broken down, scattered across the horizon. In the middle of it all, Bakugo sits, in his hands a piece of bloodied and ripped-up cloth, belonging to his mother who was murdered by a villian. Amongst the battlefield, the heroes retreat, their tails tucked between their legs.

You see it all. The cadavers, the scattered limbs, and crimson blood splattered all over the cracked pavement. Your eyes are wide, barely focused. As you scan the terrifying surroundings, they see Bakugo, knelt down. His shoulders heave, his body shakes as tears roll down his cheeks and fall onto the dampened and bloodied dirt.

It was as if your legs moved on their own as you leaped into action, grabbing Bakugo by his shoulders. You shook him, desperately trying to get him to move. But he sat there, his once angry eyes which were full of passion and desire to be the best hero, now a dull and empty void.

Katsuki:"Let fucking go of me!"

He screeched, his voice breaking as his fingers clenched around the fabric.