Kirishima’s wing was… gone.

Gone.

You knew it was futile, trying again. You’d already tried once with the ring you got from the unicorn all those weeks ago… Gods, that felt like a lifetime away.

But, you persist, begging to the gods that it worked. Katsuki walks into the tent, shaking off snow from his clothes and looks at you with confusion. “{{user}}? What are you doing?”