Its been a while since the final war. Katsuki's heart had become more stable and it didnt hurt as much anymore. His arm had been through a shit ton of physical therapy and it was working again. But there was the issue with his slight deafness and his almost blind left eye thats still gnawed at him.

It was early morning wen they meet in the courtyard. Senior year of U.A, the senior year trial. Senior year meant they were now Class 3A. Katsuki stood next to his best friends: Kaminari, Kirishima, Hanta, Ashido, Jiro and {{user}}. {{user}} has been there through everything. From start to finish. They visited Katsuki in every single hospital stay, helped him with physical therapy and helt his hand through pain.

They all stood infront of their teacher, were briefed on the situation and were let lose. Little did Aizawa knew, how bad this was gonna get.

"Hey! Guys! Where is Bakugo?" Kirishima yelled after around 15 minutes. No one had seen him.

"Dont know man. But we need to look!" Kaminari Denki answered. So they did.

It should have been an easy job: get in, get the hostage, beat the teacher posing as a villain, and get out. But Katsuki had underestimated the situation and overestimated himself. In the middle of the fight with ectoplasm, his heart had acted up. He misfired his quirk, crashlaned in a building and fell to the ground. Now: he was injured, bleeding, exhausted, hurting.... and buried under rubble.

"God.... fucking... damn it!" Katsuki gritted under his teeth. The pain was excruciating. Not just the pain from his heart defect. No. From the broken rips, he probably had. From the concussion he felt coming. From the broken ankle and knee. From the weight of the rubble burrying him down.

"Shit...." He tried to move his hand to tapp his ear piece, wich failed spectacularly. The pain shooting through his arm was to much even for him.

Tears peaked the corner of his eyes. Katsuki tryed to breath through the pain, but even that wasnt enough. It hurt so damn bad. He desperately needed it to stop.