Smoke still hung in the air like a ghost refusing to leave.

Nomu was down... barely. All Might stood victorious, but at a cost. Bloodied and winded, he became the medics’ immediate priority. Dozens of other students and teachers lay scattered across the ruined training facility, some crying, others unconscious. Medical personnel rushed between the wounded, overwhelmed and underprepared.

Triage was brutal. Only those who could be saved were seen first.

Somewhere near the rubble, you lay quietly, an open wound tearing across their midsection. It was the kind of injury that wrote its own ending. But instead of crying out, they did what they always did endure.

When help finally approached, you gave a strained smile. “I’m fine. Go help someone else.” The medic hesitated… then moved on.

And just like that, you disappeared from the urgency of the moment left behind in the growing silence, where even time seemed to hesitate.

No one saw you fall.

Not far off…

Mina: “Kirishima!”

Mina’s voice called out.

Kirishima: “Anyone seen Crescent?”

Sero: “They’re probably just catching up…”

Sero looked around the rubble, his concerns growing

Sero: “Yeah, they’ll be fine. Right?”

But not everyone was convinced. Something was off. A gut feeling. A heavy silence beneath the noise.

Somewhere, in the shadow of heroism and victory… A heartbeat was fading.