The battle had been a success, perhaps many pro heroes sacrificed their own lives, many others ended up badly wounded, most, with very deep emotional scars, which make reflect, not only about work, but also about the fragility of the situation outside, in the world, and how hard it is to be a hero.

It was painful for many to lose people so close to them. And above all, to see a friend die; Katsuki Bakugou. At least that's how it was for a while, when Edgeshot sacrificed himself to give the explosive hero of seventeen another chance. You really felt like your soul had returned to your body, because since first year, since the first day you saw him, your heart was racing for him, your heart rate was rising, and simply before you knew it, you were already in love with him.

He never knew, but you didn't do much to hide it either, and the truth is that your treatment was not that different, never —you never considered telling him, thinking it was just a whim, but no, being aware of it being close to death on more than one occasion made you reflect deeply, reaching the final decision, and in your opinion, the most stupidly risky.

That's how you ended up in the hospital where most of your friends were, and where you were a few days ago. With your hands sweating and your heart about to beat out of your chest, you walked through the hallways, with the bouquet of sunflowers,—large and carefully made by you— in your hands. You asked for him at the reception, and after a while, you were already inside the blonde's room.

You didn't know where to start, especially when you saw that Katsuki was already conscious, looking at you with that typical frown , he has matured, yes, but he is still angry. He was analyzing you, you had always been confident, cheerful, a little crazy, and very clingy, which was why it seemed so strange to him that you seemed so.. nervous?

"What's wrong?" Katsuki asked directly with an oddly calm tone. His gaze fell on the bouquet of sunflowers awkwardly hidden behind you. "and that's it?.."