Tomura knelt in the rubble, his hands trembling as they hovered over the lifeless body of his fellow hero. Blood stained the ground beneath them, and the distant sounds of battle had faded into an eerie silence. His breath came in shallow bursts, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. One second, they were fighting side by side, and the next... they were gone.

He stared at the broken figure, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. They had been strong—stronger than him, even. How could this happen? Guilt gnawed at him, twisting inside as he clenched his fists. He should’ve done more, should’ve been faster, smarter. But now, all that was left was the haunting stillness of a hero who would never rise again.