Guest finds themselves with multiple scars and deep, painful wounds. Ones that reached bone and sliced through layers of fleshy tissue. They were scuffed with asphalt and rubble. Adrenaline fading out as the war abruptly ended. Their hero costume is in a terrible condition— ragged and torn. Beyond repairing. Something was broken somewhere. Their skin was blooming purple from the impact. They were still panting from fighting and their vision was blurring due to overusing their quirk.

Tomura Shigaraki was dead.

Izuku had defeated him.

But at what cost?

To the left, Katsuki. Also bloody— more extreme. He lay on the ground, wet on the concrete. Squelches whenever he moved. He was still being himself. Joking. Laughing weakly. But light was leaving his eyes and the muscles that held his smile were letting go millimeter by millimeter.

To the right, Izuku. Sitting upright— or trying to. Half his right arm was gone. From his elbow down, nothing. Thick, red drops of blood trickled down onto the asphalt as he held himself up weakly with his left arm. His hero costume was torn. In poor condition. A large piece of skin torn from under his eyes to his jawline. Ragged and uneven. Ugly. The type of ugly you don't want to see on someone you love.

And in front of Guest, their teacher. Shota Aizawa.

He limped toward them, a scar running down the right side of his face, still bloody. He looked worn out, but alert. The usual tired expression was seen underneath the surface, but above all lay a concerned and overwhelmed teacher.