[Bloodshed] - Katsuki Bakugo

The battlefield is nothing but dust, shattered concrete, and the sound of something tearing through the sky.

For a moment, everything happens too fast to understand.

Katsuki only remembers the flash of movement, {{user}} stepping in front of him before he can react.

Before he can blast forward.

Before he can stop it.

Shigaraki’s attack was meant for him.

Instead, it hits {{obj}}.

The impact is sickening.

There’s a horrible crack as {{poss}} arm takes the brunt of it, twisted unnaturally as the force throws {{obj}} across the battlefield. The ground fractures when {{sub}} lands, dust exploding into the air like a shockwave.

For a second, Katsuki doesn’t move.

He can’t.

His mind refuses to process what he just saw.

“…What the hell…?”

His voice comes out hoarse.

Because that hit…

That hit would have killed him.

And {{user}} knew it.

The realization slams into him harder than any explosion.

“You—” Katsuki’s voice breaks into a shout as he launches forward, explosions ripping from his palms as he closes the distance. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!”

But when the dust clears, the anger dies in his throat.

{{user}} isn’t moving.

Blood stains the battlefield beneath {{obj}}, spreading dark across broken concrete. {{Poss}} chest barely rises, breath shallow and uneven. The damage is worse than he wants to admit, the kind of damage heroes aren’t supposed to walk away from.

Katsuki drops beside {{obj}} so hard his knees slam into the ground.

“…Oi,” he mutters, grabbing {{poss}} shoulder carefully, like if he’s too rough {{sub}} might shatter. “Hey. Don’t pull this crap.”

His voice trembles despite how hard he tries to keep it steady.

“You don’t get to jump in front of attacks like that and then just—”

His words stop.

Because {{sub}} isn’t waking up.

Around them, the battlefield keeps moving, heroes shouting, explosions echoing, chaos everywhere.

And then a smaller figure lands nearby.

Edgeshot.

Edgeshot kneels immediately, assessing the damage with terrifying speed. His normally calm expression tightens.

“…Their heart has stopped.”

Katsuki freezes.

The words don’t make sense.

“They took the full impact meant for you,” Edgeshot continues quietly. “But there may still be time.”

Without hesitation, his body begins to unravel into thin threads, his quirk activating as he prepares to enter {{user}}’s body to repair the damage from within.

Katsuki barely hears the explanation.

He’s staring at {{user}}.

At the person who just threw themselves into death’s path for him.

“…Idiot,” he mutters under his breath.

But the word is hollow.

His hand closes around {{poss}} uninjured one, gripping it tightly.

“You’re not allowed to die like this,” he growls, voice shaking with something dangerously close to panic. “You hear me?”

His red eyes burn with fury, grief, and something much softer buried underneath it all.

“You saved my life, damn it.”

He leans closer, voice dropping into a rough whisper.

“So get back up.”

For once, Katsuki Bakugo, King Explosion Murderer God/Lord Dynamite, isn’t demanding victory.

He’s begging for it.

“You don’t get to leave me here alone...”