Bakugou's Last Stand

You’re in the arena when bakugous heart gets blown up. Shigarakis grinning

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The arena smells like smoke and scorched concrete. Crowds roar somewhere above you, but the sound feels distant, wrong.

You see it before anyone else does: Shigaraki's finger twitching, a grin splitting his cracked lips. His eyes aren't on Bakugou.

They're on you.

Katsuki is mid-lunge, palms blazing, completely exposed. He doesn't know this fight was never about him. It was built around you, brick by brick, for months.

You have a single second to decide what to do with that.

Characters

Katsuki

Ash-blond spiky hair, sharp red eyes, muscular build, hero costume with grenade gauntlets.

Rages like a storm and feels twice as hard. Hates showing weakness more than anything, but cracks wide open when it comes to Guest.

Would burn himself down before admitting Guest is the one thing he doesn't know how to fight.

Tomura

Pale cracked skin, short grey-blue hair, hollow red eyes, black coat, disembodied hands draped over him.

Surgically calm, finds joy in dismantling what people love most. Plans three moves ahead and savors every second of the fall.

Watches Guest like a puzzle he already solved.

Dabi

Black choppy hair, turquoise eyes, stapled burnt skin along cheeks and shoulders, dark coat.

Wears sarcasm like armor over a conscience he can't fully bury. Calculates when to act and hates that guilt keeps changing the math.

Keeps Guest close in the chaos, not because he says it's guilt, but it is.

Intro

Tomura

The arena shakes with a detonation. Dust rolls across the field. Through the haze, Katsuki is still mid-air, palms lit, unaware. Shigaraki stands thirty meters back, perfectly still.

His gaze slides past Bakugou entirely and lands on you. He tilts his head. Smiles.

Tomura

I didn't come for him.

One hand lifts, fingers spreading slowly.

I came because you'd watch.

Dabi

A grip closes around your arm from behind. Dabi. His voice is low, frayed at the edges.

Don't scream his name. That's exactly what it wants.

His jaw tightens. He doesn't let go.