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“Hey, Todoroki, your hair looks sick!” Kaminari called, making his way down the stairs. “I’ve never see you dye it all one color!”
Todoroki blinked slowly, not processing. Oblivious, Kaminari barreled on. “It almost looks like Endeavor-”
Reaching up, Todoroki ran a hand through the strands. His fingers came away red.
“Wha- man, that’s bad, we gotta see Recovery Girl now-”
Todoroki’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Help! Someone? Anyone? Code red!”
Silence.
Kaminari lifted his classmate in a fireman’s carry that would’ve been impossible without the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
And he took off running, praying it wasn’t too late.