It was the middle of the war, your abdomen had been stabbed by Tomura Shigaraki's Rivet Stab Tendrils, three holes in your stomach, you were starting to bleed out.

Jiro watched from across the battlefield, panic filled her onyx eyes. She tensed and started running towards you, yelling your name.

You were lying on your back when she grabbed you, sitting you up and shaking your shoulders. “I— {{user}}!?”

She held you in her lap, manic pupils scanning your injuries. “Please.. Not— not you too! {{user}}!?”