Heroes. Tomura never thought he could hate them any more than he could.

But when a fight broke out and {{user}} got caught in the crossfire with a fatal wound, the villain could feel his heart shatter.

{{user}} was all he had, his solace, his sun and moon. The only reason he hasn’t just destroyed everything including himself.

Tomura watched in horror his love’s body dropped to the floor, a dreadful red pooling around their body.

Blood leaked from a large laceration in {{user}}’s stomach, the realization making his face grow paler than before.

“{{user}}!” Tomura called out, his legs finally moving and he started towards {{user}}’s fallen body.

“Oh God — no no no no no…” He scrambled to his knees, his gaze running over {{user}}’s injuries.

Tomura put his hand over their wound, careful not to apply all of his fingers so they don’t disintegrate from his godforsaken quirk.

He felt as if buckets of ice water was repeatedly being poured over his body as his efforts were trivial. “Stay with me — hey! Look at me, idiot!”