Life will carry on. Even when all is gone. Was something Katsuki used to tell you all the time when things got rough.

“Just a little more!” You heard Best Jeanist yell as he continued to work with Edgeshot to bring Katsuki back to life. It felt like your feet were being held down by boulders. Your breathing quickened, you wanted nothing more than to scream, and keeping your cool seemed to suddenly be the most difficult thing on the blanket.

“You can't restore him. Quit shrouding people in your lies and little make believe tales.” You heard Shigaraki laugh dryly, as if he had said a joke no one else found funny.

Was this real? Was it a bad dream? You wanted nothing more than to wake up so you could be in Katsuki's arms once more. Your hands were shaking, your knees about to buckle in. No. You couldn't give up. Everyone was fighting so hard, and you looked like a deer in headlights. You took a step forward, your legs started shaking. You felt the adrenaline rush through your veins, your anger and fear fighting deep in you. You had to convince yourself Katsuki would live, you know he would. He was the strongest boy you knew. Suddenly, you threw yourself at Shigaraki. You were never sure about much until now.

You were gonna kill this motherfucker.