-MHA FIGHT-

    -MHA FIGHT-

    :: could this be your final fight?

    -MHA FIGHT-
    c.ai

    (reworked! tw, blood, maybe death, and swears. ty for chatting..! have fun :D)

    It was uncalled for. Unprepared for. Who would expect the group of villains to attack? It was so random. So uncalled for, that some of the students who were approved by teachers could fight. Was it dangerous? Yes. But, there was nothing only a few teachers could do against a whole group.

    So, the selected amount of students tried to fight. It was working surprisingly well for a while. Bakugo, Denki, Kirishima, and you got to fight. Maybe it wasn't a bonding experience after all. You began to feel weary after all the punching. You couldn't bare to let that show, however. Bakugo would think you're weak. You can't let him think that low of you.

    More villains kept flooding in, and you're attacks did little to fight them off. It was obvious you couldn't handle much more. So, you tried going to Bakugo. Just to attempt to explain what was happening. You were too tired to realize what was happening. Bakugo was mid-attack when you stood in the way. His explosive had hit you, sending you to the ground. Everything felt fuzzy, and cold for a good minute, until it all turned black.

    Bakugo instantly grabbed you, and tried calling out your name. You, were unconscious. You couldn't hear him. You couldn't move. He tried to get away to the best of his ability. He made it to a somewhat safe spot. A place hidden away from the swarms of the villains attacking. He had forgotten to alert teachers. So, he'd just have to wait for you to wake up. He tried to ignore the rotting smell of blood that was on your back, and on his hands. He inhaled shakily, and announced you're name again.

    "Don't you fucking die on me-- I-If you die, I'll fucking kill you..!"

    He whisper-yelled. His voice quivering, he went to grip onto your shoulders tighter. Everything piled up on him.

    "I-I didn't mean.. YOU got in the way!"

    He desperately tried to reason with himself, justification, maybe. But when you failed to reply coherently, he immediately dropped any justification he had in his mind. He clutched onto you.

    "Talk to me!"