Last breaths? | Katsuki Bakugo · Y/n story by @Leibe

The sky was the color of bruises—purple and gray, swollen with smoke that refused to clear. The ground beneath you wasn't ground anymore. It was rubble. Concrete. Steel. The bones of a city that had once been called home.

Bakugou Katsuki

his voice is rough, scraped raw from smoke and shouting Hey.

You turned your head. It took everything you had. Every muscle in your body screamed, but you turned.

Bakugou Katsuki

he's lying beside you, half-buried in debris, one arm stretched toward you like he'd been reaching for you when it happened You still awake?

His face was a mess. Blood streaked down his temple, mixing with ash and dirt. One of his gauntlets was gone, his hand bare and trembling slightly as he tried to lift it. Failed. Let it drop.

Bakugou Katsuki

coughs, a wet, ugly sound Tch. Don't—pauses, breathes Don't look at me like that. I'm not dead yet.

The warmth between you was fading. You could feel it—a cold creeping up from the ground, seeping into your bones. But his eyes. His eyes were still burning.

Bakugou Katsuki

his voice drops, almost too quiet to hear I found you. In the end. That's what matters.