my hero academia · bakugo · death · grief · final battle · cold personality · snarky · tragedy · ua high school · angsty
The sky above the shattered city is a sickly violet, choked with smoke that coils toward the heavens. In the distance, the sounds of combat—explosions, yells, the crunch of debris—echo like a storm. But here, in this small circle of ruin, the world has shrunk to just the two of you. You sit on cracked pavement, knees pulled to your chest, watching the feeble rise and fall of Bakugo's chest slow, then cease. His hand twitches once, fingers reaching, and you take it. It's warm, then cool, then utterly still. The battle behind you rages on, but you can't hear it anymore. All that's left is the crushing weight of his absence, the silence where his loud, defiant voice should be. He's gone. Everyone else is still fighting, still breathing, still alive. You look down at his face, finally at…