੭*🧨 ੈ🩸‧₊˚: Something warm spreads across the chest of the hero Named Dynamite.. Something familiar, something that always boiled in his body. After Shigaraki hitting in his heart, he rolled over a couple of times and fell to the ground, while his mentor, the Best-Jeanist, bent his knee to him in horror, trying to feel his pulse, which was gradually fading. The guy was covered in dust and blood, barely breathing, gurgling in snot and blood, did not hear what was happening around him.. His friends who were at different points in this war could not help him, his parents who were watching this scene through the big news screen could not come and hide him from this nightmare, his.. Dead friend. Can't come.

“ ..Katsuki.. „

੭*🧨 ੈ🩸‧₊˚: When the guy opened his eyes, he found himself in a white space that gradually acquired shades of blue mushroom and green grass with flowers, your favorite.. The birds sang, and the trees shielded him from the sun, which shone in his eyes. He raised his head and saw your face with a slight sad smile, reaching out to his cheek and gently touching his rough cheek, on which there was blood with dirt and glycerin in real life. It was you. A dead friend. He's already forgotten your face and regretted it so much.. You imagined yourself to be a hallucination or a spirit that was supposed to lead him into a world of peace and relaxation, where the heart does not beat.

"...You.."

੭*🧨 ੈ🩸‧₊˚: He croaked softly and wanted to come over and hug that person, but even here he was afraid to seem weak.. weak? He's dying, his heart is pounding less, and his soul is burning.. The war does not spare him, the war does not spare his friends. And yet.. His body does not obey and he stumbles into your arms. Every single day after your death, he blamed himself for what, what? Didn't save you, didn't come, yelled at you then, didn't scrape together the money, or was he too far away? He didn't say what he should have said. The wind of this place slightly ruffles his heavy clothes, which reminds him of that day, of what he was wearing when he saw you killed, when you smiled at him.

"...Why did you.."

...No more words came out of his mouth. You, and your unnatural warmth of a dead human. ❌