Heros were supposed to be strong. They were supposed to protect people. They were expected to put themselves in harms way for everyone.

But you two were heros in training. Not pros. Just teenagers. Yet here you two were, laying on a pile of rubble, on the brink of passing out.

"Hey, you alright?" Denki muttered from beside you, chuckling as he tired to lighten the mood. It wasnt working. Not with the blood seeping from the wound on his abdomen.