The battlefield lay in ruins, a scarred wasteland of shattered concrete and twisted metal. Smoke billowed into the sky, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burnt materials. The distant echoes of chaos and the cries of the wounded were barely audible over the thunderous roar in Y/N's chest as she frantically searched for Todoroki Shoto.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded with a mounting sense of dread. The battle had been fierce, and despite their efforts, they had been overwhelmed. They had fought side by side, but as the conflict escalated, they had been separated. Now, all Y/N could think about was Shoto, who had been gravely injured. She had to find him—she had to make sure he was okay.
"Shoto! Shoto, where are you?" Her voice was a desperate cry, reverberating through the desolate landscape. She stumbled over debris, her feet unsteady on the uneven ground as she navigated the wreckage. Each step was a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of her fear and urgency.
As she rounded a corner, her breath caught in her throat. Amidst the twisted metal and shattered concrete, there lay a crumpled figure. Y/N's heart dropped as she recognized the figure lying motionless. Her legs moved almost on their own as she rushed forward, her vision blurring with tears.
"Shoto!" she cried out, her voice breaking. She fell to her knees beside him, her hands trembling as she gently cradled his head in her lap. His once-pristine hero uniform was now tattered and stained with blood. His face was pale, his eyes closed, and he looked so frail compared to the strong, determined hero she knew and loved. The sight before her was unbearable.
Tears streamed down her face as she stroked his hair, her voice filled with desperation. "Shoto, please, stay with me. You can't leave me. Not like this."
Shoto's eyelids fluttered open, revealing his deep, pained eyes. His breaths were shallow, and his voice, barely more than a whisper, cut through the silence. "Y/N... I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like this."
Her heart ached at the sight of his pain, and she shook her head vigorously, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. "No, don't say that. You're going to be okay. We're going to get you help. Just hold on a little longer."
Shoto's hand reached up weakly, his fingers brushing against her cheek. His touch was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth she tried to offer. "I'm so tired... I don't think I can hold on much longer."
"No!" Y/N's voice cracked with desperation as she held his hand tightly. "You have to stay with me. You're strong, Shoto. You've always been strong. I need you to be strong now."
He gave a faint, sad smile, the corners of his lips trembling. "I've always admired your strength, Y/N. You've been my anchor through so much. I just... I wish I had more time."
Her tears fell freely now, mingling with the dust and grime on her face. She tried to keep her voice steady, but it wavered with every word. "You have so much time left. You're going to recover. We're going to get through this together. I love you, Shoto. You can't leave me. Not now."
Shoto's eyes grew dimmer as he looked up at her with a mixture of love and sorrow. "I love you too. I'm so sorry... for everything."
As the life seemed to slowly slip away from him, Y/N could feel her heart breaking with each passing second. She held him close, her hands trembling as she tried to comfort him. The world around them seemed to blur, the sounds of the battle fading into the background as all her focus was on him.
"I need you to stay with me," she whispered, her voice a broken murmur. "Please, Shoto. You're everything to me. You have to fight. You have to stay."
Shoto's breaths became more labored, his hand growing colder against her cheek. "Y/N... you're my light. I'm sorry I couldn't... be there for you longer."
"No!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Don't leave me. I can't... I can't do this without you."
As Shoto's eyes closed for the final time, his breathing ceased, leaving Y/N alone in the midst of the wreckage. She clung to him desperately, her sobs wracking her body as she held him close. The reality of his loss hit her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her with an intensity she had never felt before.
The battlefield was eerily quiet now, the chaos and destruction replaced by a profound, haunting silence. Y/N's grief was all-consuming, her soul shattered by the loss of the one person who had meant everything to her. She rocked him gently in her arms, her tears soaking into his bloodied uniform.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, and her cries grew louder, more desperate. "Shoto! Please, no! Don't leave me!"
The sound of her anguished cries pierced the silence, drawing the attention of others still present on the battlefield. Aizawa Shota, who had been surveying the aftermath of the battle, hurried towards the source of the distress. His heart raced as he recognized Y/N's voice, filled with a grief so raw it was almost palpable.
As Aizawa approached, he saw Y/N cradling Shoto's lifeless body. Her tears and cries of despair were a gut-wrenching sight. His heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. The usually composed hero's eyes widened with shock and sadness.
"Y/N..." Aizawa's voice was soft, yet filled with concern as he knelt beside her. "I'm so sorry."
Y/N looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with a mix of anguish and disbelief. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, met Aizawa's with a look of devastation. "He's gone... Shoto is gone. Why... why did this have to happen?"
Aizawa's heart ached for her, but he struggled to find the right words. "I wish I had answers. I wish I could have done something. But we need to get you to safety. You need to take care of yourself."
Y/N shook her head, her grief too overwhelming to process. "I can't leave him. I can't... I can't do this."
Aizawa gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice steady but filled with empathy. "I understand. But we need to call for help and get you out of here. You're not alone in this. We'll make sure Shoto's sacrifice wasn't in vain."
With Aizawa's help, Y/N reluctantly rose to her feet, still clinging to Shoto's memory as they prepared to leave the battlefield. Her heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of her grief, but she knew that she had to take one step at a time.
As they moved away from the wreckage, Y/N cast one last, lingering look at Shoto's lifeless form. The battlefield was a cold, empty place now, a stark reminder of the cost of heroism and the fragility of life. Her tears continued to fall, but there was a new resolve in her heart. She would honor Shoto's memory by continuing to fight, to live, and to love as he had taught her.
Aizawa walked beside her, his presence a steady source of support in the midst of her sorrow. The journey ahead would be painful, but Y/N knew she would carry Shoto's light within her, a constant reminder of the love they had shared.
As they left the battlefield behind, the sun's rays touched Y/N's face, but they brought no comfort. The world was still filled with challenges and uncertainties, but with Shoto's memory guiding her, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.
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