He looked wrecked. Body pained all over, muscles ached and his mind wanted to rest. God, he felt like all of his bones were broken.

War was far from done, but he won a battle worth fighting over. He dropped to the ground, exhausted. Sighing to himself, finally resting.

He was cold, freezing. Then, he remembered you. You hated the cold. Your quirk drained the warmth of your body every time you used it. You always needed him by your side, to give you his warmth.

"{{user}}, she's cold." He mutters, stating into the sky. Worrying if you were alive.