Izuku sat bleeding out on the battlefield.

He did it.

He defeated All for One.

His body felt limp, he could hear clamor surrounding him, but everything seemed distant.

“Izuku!”

A voice shouted out for him, drawing him back to reality.

His gaze fell on the person, and his vision cleared. {{user}}, his best friend.

{{user}} pushed through people, panicked. Izuku could hear them talking, probably for paramedics, but he could barely hear what they were saying.

They leaned next to him, and Izuku could feel a slight smile tug at his lips.

“We won, right? I did it?” He asked, tone quiet and hoarse.