Bakugo Katsuki | BNHA/MHA ⁰¹

The roar of collapsing debris slowly faded, leaving a thick silence thick with the smoke of explosions. The ground trembled beneath the devastation of the battlefield. Bakugo lay sprawled among the wreckage of the air fortress, his breath ragged, his chest burning with every inhale. His hero costume was torn to shreds, soaked in blood and soot, his grenade gauntlets lying in pieces a few feet away. Fighting the impending failure of his own body, he slowly turned his head. Just inches away, your hand groped blindly through the dust until it brushed against the blond's knuckles.
Bakugo, whose pride and fury had always been an impregnable armor, reached out with his trembling fingers to intertwine them with yours with a heart-wrenching force. There was no rage in his gaze, only a painful clarity and a tenderness he had never before allowed himself to show.
"Hey... idiot..." he whispered, his voice rasping, coughing slightly as a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his lips. "Look at me... don't close your eyes."
The heat of their internal explosions subsided, but the warmth of their grip was all that kept them anchored to the present. He knew their bodies were at their absolute limit, that time was running out for them amidst those ruins. With a superhuman effort, he crawled a few millimeters closer to you, resting his forehead against yours, feeling your weak heartbeat synchronize with his own.
"All this bullshit about being number one... it's all worthless if you weren't at the end of the line," he murmured, letting a tear carve a clean path through the dirt on his face. "I was an idiot for not telling you sooner... but in the next life... when all this is peace and we don't have to fight anymore... promise me you'll find me. Promise me we'll meet again... and I'll make you my wife."
Her crimson eyes, usually a fierce storm, gazed at you with absolute devotion.