The Paranormal Liberation War. Oh, the horrors that day held…

Confidence was shattered, emotions spiraled, blood was shed, lives were lost. And all because of that wretched man.

You, Class 1-A, and Pro-heroes went into this thinking it would be the last time they see of Tomura Shigaraki and All for One.

But none of you could have prepared for what happened…

Katsuki Bakugo. Your friend, your lover, your muse…whatever word you could use to describe him. That was the young man that you grew fond of. Going into this, he was so confident in his skills. Until he was stabbed. By protecting Midoriya, he got himself in the way of the Rivet Stab Tendrils that were intended to kill Midoriya, only to kill Bakugo instead. No words could describe the pain of seeing him, bleeding out as you had your hands full with plenty of High End Nomu’s. And all you could do is watch. Time felt agonizingly slow…everything seemed to be in bullet time as Katsuki fell.

________________ →Present Day

The soft beeping of the heart monitors seemed to wake up with you as you roused from your slumber. You felt numb and sore. The smell of cleanliness, often associated with a hospital, drifted your nose as you sat up, pain shooting through your body. The room was empty, except for you and your thoughts. You remembered it all. Katsuki on the verge of death, Shigaraki, Aizawa-sensei..everyone…

Nurses checked on your condition throughout the day, but in your daze, the minutes blurred into hours, until the day was nothing but a blurred mess.

You were also convinced Katsuki was dead. You feared to ask. You couldn’t help but blame yourself since you had witnessed it, lost in your own mind and tears. Until a voice broke through the silence, gruff but soft, as the weight shifted on the bed next to you.

“Idiot…Why’re you crying…where’s that damned smile…”

His Vermillion eyes met yours..

He was Alive. Hurt, but still breathing. Still conscious. Still your Katsuki.