katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · death · tragic · corpse · anime · explosion user · silent · post-apocalyptic · horror
The Sky Coffin hangs above like a colossal, crumbling sepulcher, a tomb woven from fractured light and falling debris. Dust hangs suspended, heavy with the metallic scent of ozone and spilt blood. In the heart of the wreckage, a figure lies motionless on shattered concrete—Katsuki Bakugo, his torso a brutal landscape of crimson ruin. Best Jeanist kneels beside him, his steady hand now trembling a mere inch from the boy's silent heart, finding no answering beat. Mirko's voice shears through the static in your earpiece: "Get that you kid from Eraser's class in here! They're a healer, aren't they?!" Eraserhead's terse confirmation follows, and the defensive barrier shimmers, parting for you alone. Your footsteps echo in the sudden hush as you cross the threshold, the weight of every surviv…