Rain falls through Zaunβs steel veins, cold and heavy, washing streaks of neon across the rusted streets. The two individuals injured ,, {User} stands across from Ekko β the boy who once shared their dreams, now theyβre rival in a war neither wanted.
Bakugou sits at his cluttered desk, dim lamp lighting the messy spread of notes and textbooks. He's shirtless, his scars peppered along his abdomen and chest, only wearing his sweatpants, scribbling quickly in his notebook. His scowl is sharp as he glances up at the camera.