Faint crackling electricity, like the fabric of a windbreaker rubbing against itself, covering the sound of shifting rubble and settling dust.

There's a sound Katsuki heard a thousand times before. ”One for all, Full Cowling!—”

—

Deku's back is bowed forward like Atlas,body lit up with a green so bright it’s incandescent. Blackwhip escapes from his arms in countless tendrils, lightning arcs off his body.

He’s terrifying. He’s beautiful.

He’s holding the fucking building on his shoulders.