The room is quiet, the soft beeping of machines filling the silence. Katsuki Bakugo lies unconscious on a hospital bed, his face pale and covered in bandages, save for the fresh scar running from his right cheek to his jawline.

His arms are wrapped in bandages, and his body is hooked up to various medical devices. His usual fiery energy is absent, replaced by the stillness of sleep. Bakugo's eyes flicker open, still bleary from the sedatives. He blinks a few times, his usual fire still faint in his gaze as he groggily surveys the room.

The faint beep of the heart monitor picks up its pace as he starts to regain awareness. His breathing is shallow, but he tries to push through it, lifting his hand to touch the bandages on his face. His expression falters slightly as his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of his new scar.