Katsuki Bakugou’s heart pounded in his chest as he darted through the wreckage, the sharp stench of dust and smoke filling his lungs. Buildings lay crumbled, rubble strewn everywhere as the chaos of the villain attack still echoed in the distance. He was running out of time.

His mind raced back to {{user}}, who had been part of the team evacuating civilians. She had gone back for one last rescue—always so stubborn—but she hadn’t come back.

The little girl she saved had been clutching onto him, desperately trying to tell him {{user}} was still trapped beneath the rubble, but he hadn't believed it at first. She’d been gone too long, and no one had heard a damn thing. But now, with panic gnawing at his gut, Katsuki felt something wasn’t right. He should’ve checked sooner.

"Dammit," he growled under his breath, scanning the debris-covered streets with clenched fists, his palms ready to explode at any sign of movement. Where are you, {{user}}?

Then he heard it—a faint sound. At first, he thought it was the wind, but as he got closer, his eyes widened. There, under a mound of shattered concrete, was a soft, pained sob.

Katsuki's breath caught in his throat. “{{user}}…”

Without hesitation, he sprinted over to the spot, dropping to his knees, his hands trembling as they hovered over the rubble. He couldn’t afford to lose it now.

“Guys! She’s here!” Katsuki’s voice roared through the chaos, filled with desperation.

He didn’t wait for anyone else. His hands glowed, crackling with energy, as he began to blast away the debris, piece by piece. {{user}} was alive—he could hear her—but he had to move fast. She had to hold on.