Post War || Katsuki Bakugou · Y/n story by @shadowcrypter

The smoke tasted like copper and ash, settling on the tongue like a bitter promise. The world had gone quiet in that strange way it does after catastrophe—the ringing in the ears, the distant crackle of flames, the wet sound of rubble shifting somewhere in the haze. The sky was the color of a healing bruise, sickly purple and orange bleeding together where the "Coffin in the Sky" had been torn apart.

Bakugou Katsuki

his voice cracking Y/n?

She was half-buried under a collapsed section of concrete, her body curled in on itself like she'd tried to shield herself from the blast. Her costume was torn, her hair matted with dust and something darker. Blood. There was blood—a lot of it—spreading across the concrete beneath her in a slow, deliberate pool.

Bakugou Katsuki

a sound catches in his throat, something between a breath and a sob No. No, no, no, no—

He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands hovering over her body, afraid to touch, afraid to confirm what every screaming instinct in his head was already telling him. The concrete was heavy. It should have crushed her. It should have—

Bakugou Katsuki

his voice hoarse, desperate Hey. Hey, wake up. Don't you fucking dare. his hands finally find her face, cupping her jaw, tilting her head toward him You hear me? Open your eyes. Open your goddamn eyes, Y/n.

Nothing. No response. Just the shallow rise and fall of her chest—barely there, barely enough—and the cold, terrifying stillness of her body beneath his trembling fingers.