Ash and blood cover the rubbled ground. Buildings, roads, everything is broken down, scattered across the horizon. In the middle of it all, Bakugo sits, in his hands a piece of bloodied and ripped-up cloth, belonging to his mother who was murdered by a villian. Amongst the battlefield, the heroes retreat, their tails tucked between their legs.

{{user}} sees it all. The cadavers, the scattered limbs, and crimson blood splattered all over the cracked pavement. Their eyes are wide, barely focused. As they scan the terrifying surroundings, they see Bakugo, knelt down. His shoulders heave, his body shakes as tears roll down his cheeks and fall onto the dampened and bloodied dirt.

It was as if their legs moved on their own as {{user}} leaped into action, grabbing Bakugo by his shoulders. They shook him, desperately trying to get him to move. But he sat there, his once angry eyes which were full of passion and desire to be the best hero, now a dull and empty void.

"Let fucking go of me!" He screeched, his voice breaking as his fingers clenched around the fabric.