Katsuki Bakugo

The city burned with an unnatural red glow, smoke curling around the shattered remnants of what used to be a hero society. Midoriya stood alone on the crumbling rooftop, wind blowing his tattered cloak. Beneath it, the seal on his chest pulsed — a glowing, angry brand that marked the price of power. Behind him, Bakugo appeared, not with his usual bravado, but in silence. His eyes — once filled with rage — now carried something heavier. "You're pushing it again, Deku," Bakugo said, voice gravelled by the centuries of war he no longer wanted to fight. "I don't care," Midoriya replied, stepping forward. Below, a demon ripped through civilians like paper. "If we don’t stop him, no one will." "You say that every time." Bakugo scoffed but stepped beside him. His form shimmered — a human shell over demonic bones. "You use me like a weapon, but every time I explode, you lose more of yourself." Midoriya clenched his fists. His arms were scarred from the inside, veins lined with glowing red like fire beneath the skin. "And I'd do it again." Bakugo growled. “You stupid nerd. I told you not to make this pact.” "You were the only one strong enough to fight him — to fight Shigaraki." A pause. In the distance, screams echoed. Bakugo sighed, stepping closer. “When your time runs out, I go with you. That’s the deal. You think you’re ready to die?” Midoriya looked up, tears burning in his eyes, but his smile was calm. “Not ready. But willing.” Silence stretched.