♤Masked girl × Her Bully♡🔞

💜Epilogue 💜

"Sir, we've found the perfect heart donor!" a voice called urgently, rushing into the sterile operating room.

Endeavor stood at the edge, eyes intense. His breath came out in heavy, fiery exhales. His sharp gaze flicked towards the doctors.

"Get the surgery started ASAP!" he bellowed, his voice filling the room with urgency.

"And this will be successful. Fast!" he warned.

The medical team sprang into action, the room buzzing with activity. Nurses prepped the operating table while the doctors rushed to sterilize their equipment. The heart, perfectly matched, was rushed into the room in a sterile container, the monitor's rhythmic beeping echoing as the clock ticked down.

Sweat beaded on the surgeons' brows as they moved swiftly but carefully. The heart transplant was delicate. Endeavor loomed close by, arms crossed.He knew this had to work-failure wasn't an option.

The head surgeon called out orders, his voice steady despite the pressure. "Scalpel. Prep for incision."

Hands moved deftly as they opened the chest cavity . The room was tense, but the team knew their task-they were fighting against time, but they couldn't afford a single mistake.

The heart was placed, connected to veins and arteries, every stitch sealing. Beads of sweat dripped onto the surgeons' masks, but they remained focused. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the final connection was made.

"Alright," the surgeon said, taking a breath. "Prepare to restart the heart."

The room fell silent, everyone watching the monitor as they prepared to activate the heart. The tension was thick, hanging in the air like a cloud. Endeavor's eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into fists.

The machine clicked, sending an electric pulse into the heart.

Nothing.

Again.

A pause-then, a steady beep pierced the silence.

The heart started to beat.

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All she could hear was the sound of her own sobs. The mother clutched her chest, trembling as tears streamed down her face.

A police officer knelt beside her, his face lined with empathy but filled with urgency. He placed a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Please, ma'am," he said, his voice steady but laced with tension.

"We don't have time. You need to make a decision."

She looked up at him,

He took a deep breath, knowing the weight of his words would crush her even further.

"You have to tell us who to save-your daughter, or the baby inside her."

Tears choked her.

"Who do you want us to save?"

"please sign here."

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A few Days later

the sterile white room of the hospital remained quiet except.

"Bakubro... Bakubro!" Kirishima's voice rang out suddenly, filled with excitement. He jumped from his chair .

"He's opening his eyes! Call the doctor, fast!" he shouted over his shoulder.

Bakugou's friends had been visiting him regularly, never giving up hope. They had all been waiting for this moment-for him to wake up. After the heart surgery, they weren't sure if he'd pull through, but now, finally, he stirred.