𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕍.𝟚 💥𝔹𝕜𝔻𝕜💥

Chapter 1

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

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Amongst the Rubble

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

"Dammit," he hissed. His guts felt like they were on fire, All For One had struck him not once, but twice, impaling him mercilessly. Peeling his gaze away from the mess that was his abdomen, he glanced over at his limp left arm. A jolt of searing pain shot up his nerves as he attempted to move it, confirming what he already knew—his arm was royally fucked.

Well, that shit was definitely broken. He groaned, his teeth grinding together as he clenched his jaw against the pain. Breathing was a goddamn chore, each inhale a sharp stab to his ribs, possibly cracked or broken, he couldn't tell. And his damn clavicle felt like it had been snapped in two. 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. Feeling so goddamn useless, like some worthless piece of trash, was a knife to his pride. He couldn't fucking go down like this. Not now. Not when there was still a fight to be won.

High above, Deku's battle raged on. Katsuki strained to look up, his eyes catching sight of Deku soaring through the sky, locked in a fierce battle against the remnants of All For One.

Shigaraki was already long gone, he and 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, his ankle screaming in protest with every step. He stumbled and nearly face-planted, but managed to catch 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.

He couldn't be this fucking useless, not when that idiot was still fighting. He had to keep fighting, had to prove he wasn't some weakling who'd roll over and die.

Above, the sky was a chaotic mix of quirks and violence. Deku was a green blur, darting through the air with a speed that defied logic. Each movement was a testament to his willpower, his refusal to give in. Katsuki knew that feeling all too fucking well. It was what drove him, what kept him pushing forward even when his body screamed for him to stop.

But just as he tried to gather his bearings, 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. He nearly blacked 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 and chest heaving, Katsuki coughed up a storm amidst the chaos, his throat raw and his lungs burning with each ragged breath. Debris littered the surroundings like confetti from hell, making it damn near impossible to see straight. 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, the sound raking against his skin. What the fuck was that?