𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 💥𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦💥

Amongst the Rubble

* Quick note this starts towards the end of Deku and All for one/Shigaraki's fight, this is not cannon and should take place around the end of their freshmen year just before the second final fight in the manga*

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Chapter 1

Katsuki's vision blurred as he struggled to stay conscious, the pain in his body intensifying with every passing moment. Warm blood oozed through his tightly clenched fingers, staining his palm and the fabric of his torn costume.

"Dammit," he cursed. The wound in his stomach throbbed relentlessly, All For One had struck him not once, but twice, impaling him mercilessly. Gritting his teeth, he mustered the strength to assess the damage, his gaze shifting to his limp left arm. A jolt of searing pain shot through his shattered arm as he attempted to move it, confirming his suspicion.

Well, that's fucking broken, he groaned to himself, frustration etched on his face. Breathing had already become a struggle due to his broken ribs and possibly fractured clavicle. Covered in grime, sweat, and his own blood, he knelt precariously on the unstable surface of a crumbling building.

"D-dammit," he cursed again, growling at his helpless state.

Katsuki strained to look up, his eyes catching sight of Deku's figure soaring high above in the sky, engaged in a fierce battle against the remnants of All For One.

Shigaraki was already long gone, Deku had finally taken that piece of shit down, overloading his body until it disintegrated him into nothingness, his ash carried away by the wind— an appropriate exit for a bastard with a decaying quirk.

"Good riddance," Bakugo spat to himself, summoning the last reserves of strength to push himself up into a standing position, despite the searing pain radiating from his ankle. He stumbled and nearly collapsed, catching himself against a fractured wall with his uninjured arm. "Fuck!" he yelled in frustration, blood from his wound splattering against the wall as his hand swiped across it.

I can't be this fucking useless, not when that idiot is still fighting.

As if on cue, a thunderous explosion erupted overhead, momentarily blinding Katsuki. Instinctively shielding his face, he felt the force of the blast wave coursing through his battered body, propelling him backward and intensifying the agony that gripped the left side of his torso. Nearly causing him to black out as stars danced in his vision. The crumbling building groaned and shuddered, on the verge of collapsing under the weight of the immense damage it had sustained.

Ears ringing, Katsuki coughed and gasped for air amidst the chaos, debris littering the surroundings. Slowly rolling onto his right side, he struggled to lift himself up, using his hand to fan the air in a meager attempt to improve visibility. A low, villainous laughter echoed through the jagged opening of the room where he had been hurled into.

What the fuck was that?

As the dust settled, Bakugo ceased fanning the air, his eyes widening and his breath catching in his throat. Just a few feet away from him, a severed arm lay on the floor, detached from the elbow down. The sight was gruesome, with bones protruding from the savage lacerations as if it had been brutally torn off. Blood oozed from the torn flesh, creating a chilling pool around the dismembered limb.

Katsuki's gaze trailed along the grisly scene, and his eyes widened when he noticed it was Deku's white Air Force glove. The intricate gold and blue design of the glove was cracked and missing in places, and specks and puddles of blood marked the path leading to the shattered wall on the opposite side of the room.