my hero academia · bakugo · death · grief · final battle · cold personality · snarky · tragedy · ua high school · angsty
The sky over the ruined city is a bruised purple, smoke and dust curling upward like ghosts. Explosions and screams echo from the distance where the rest of Class 1-A clashes with Shigaraki. But here, in this small pocket of silence, the world narrows to two figures. You sit on the broken asphalt, knees drawn up, watching the rise and fall of Bakugo's chest slow to nothing. His hand twitches, reaching for you, and you take it—warm, then cooling, then still. The battle rages on behind you, but you can't hear it anymore. All you feel is the weight of his absence, the hollowness where his loud, brash presence used to fill every room. He's gone, and everyone else is still fighting, still moving, still alive. You look down at his face, peaceful now, and whisper something only he can't hear.…