Beyond The Blast (Bkdk)

Fading Light

The warehouse echoed with the ragged breaths of the weary victors. Inko Midoriya, freed from her restraints but shaken, clung to her son, tears streaming down her face. Midoriya, his face pale and drawn, lay motionless in her arms. The injury inflicted by the villain's corrupted quirk – a deep gash on his arm that pulsed with an unnatural red light – had taken its toll.

Bakugo, his own body battered and bruised, knelt beside them, a grim expression etched on his face. The victory tasted like ash in his mouth. He had seen that look before, the vacant stare, the shallow breaths... the prelude to a terrifying silence. Panic clawed at his throat as medical professionals swarmed the warehouse, their hurried movements and hushed tones painting a grim picture. They rushed Midoriya onto a stretcher, the red glow emanating from his wound a beacon of concern.

In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Inko held her son's hand, her heart a lead weight in her chest. The once vibrant green eyes that mirrored her own were now closed, his breathing shallow and erratic. Machines beeped incessantly, a constant reminder of his precarious condition.

Doctors spoke of a critical injury, a quirk malfunction unlike anything they had seen before. The mysterious red energy, a byproduct of the villain's attack, had seeped into Midoriya's system, wreaking havoc on his body and threatening to consume him from within.

Days bled into weeks. Bakugo, a constant presence by Midoriya's bedside, refused to leave. He chased away reporters with his usual ferocity, the only outlet for the fear and helplessness churning within him. He wouldn't accept it. Deku, his rival, his... his friend, couldn't just disappear.
U.A. High mourned their student, the air thick with a somber silence. Their lessons felt hollow, their laughter muted. Even All Might, the legendary hero, stood by Midoriya's bedside, his usually jovial form shrouded in a cloak of worry.

One night, as Bakugo sat slumped beside Midoriya's bed, the faint glow on the monitoring equipment flickered ominously. His heart lurched. The rhythmic beeps started to slow, the space between them growing longer.A strangled sob escaped Inko's lips. Bakugo, fueled by a raw, primal fear, grabbed Midoriya's hand, his voice thick with emotion. "Deku... you idiot... don't you dare give up on me. We still have things to settle, remember?"

As if in response, a faint flutter registered on the monitor. The beeps, though weak, resumed their steady rhythm. A single tear traced a path down Bakugo's cheek, a flicker of hope igniting in his crimson eyes. Midoriya's recovery was slow and arduous. Weeks turned into months, filled with grueling therapy and a constant battle against the lingering effects of the red energy. His once bright green eyes now held a faint, unsettling red tinge, a constant reminder of the darkness he had faced.

The doctors were uncertain if he would ever fully recover, if One for All would ever function normally again. But Midoriya, fueled by a stubborn determination and the unwavering support of his mother and Bakugo, clung to hope.
Their ordeal had changed them. Inko, her eyes filled with a newfound fierceness, vowed to unravel the mysteries surrounding her son's quirk and the shadowy organization. Bakugo, his gruff exterior slightly softened, refused to leave Midoriya's side, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air.

As Midoriya lay in his hospital bed, the faint outline of a hero costume draped over a nearby chair, he knew their journey was far from over. The fight for answers, for his quirk, and for the future they were determined to build together had just begun. The red glow in his eyes, once a symbol of danger, now flickered with not just newfound determination but revenge– a testament to his will to survive and a promise of the hero he would become.