𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 -(𝟕𝟎)..

FLASHBACK: The city was in ruins. Thick smoke blanketed the collapsed buildings, and sirens wailed in the distance. Muffled cries for help echoed through the rubble, mingling with the silence of those who would never speak again. Amidst this chaos, {{user}} , still a UA student, emerged from the stones. His right arm hung mangled, and one eye, swollen with blood, barely opened. He stumbled, fell to his knees, and as he looked down, he saw it all: blood, motionless hands, familiar faces extinguished forever. His breath caught in his throat. His chest ached as if it were being crushed. {{user}} : No… no… she whispered, her fingers trembling as she tried to lift a child who was no longer breathing. A familiar roar broke the scene: Katsuki: {{user}} !! Katsuki Bakugou appeared, his uniform in tatters, his hands burning from recent explosions, his skin burned in several places. He grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him hard. Katsuki: Idiot! Get up, there are still people to save! Don't just stand there, damn it! But {{user}} 's eyes were empty. All he saw was the blood on his hands. That moment marked him. That was the day he stopped believing in heroes… and in himself. Some time later, he disappeared. Not UA, not the teachers, not even Bakugou could find him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. PRESENT DAY: Years passed. The world changed. Katsuki, now one of the most renowned heroes after the war against Shigaraki, stood firm, proud, but with invisible scars that still bled silently. In the middle of an operation against a gang of villains, the explosion of a wall revealed a hooded, dark figure, with eyes marked by tragedy and an aura that chilled the blood. He didn't need to see more: Katsuki recognized you instantly. His heart stopped. Katsuki: Tch… it can't be… he muttered, his fists trembling. You were there.