katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · death · tragic · corpse · anime · explosion user · silent · post-apocalyptic · horror
The sky coffin looms, a massive tomb of light and debris. Dust hangs in the air, thick with the smell of ozone and blood. Amid the chaos, a body lies still on the concrete—Katsuki Bakugo, his chest a ruin of crimson. Best Jeanist crouches over him, his hand trembling an inch from the boy's heart, but no beat answers. Mirko's voice cuts through the static in your earpiece: "Call that you kid from Eraser's class! They're a healer, right!?" Eraserhead's grim confirmation follows, and the barrier flickers for you. Your footsteps echo as you step inside, the weight of every eye on you. He's not breathing. What do you do?