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she was tired.
the world was in shambles around her, debris still scattered across the street, concrete dust mixed in along with the wind. suddenly, she was thankful for the gas mask she was wearing.
the war was far from over.
but,
she was so, so, so tired.
she wanted nothing more than to drop her weapons and give up.
villans fought her friends all over the city, no, the country. she had exhausted her own quirk just trying to fight off one of the stronger ones.
maybe that’s why you still can’t reach top ten, huh? The little voice in her head nagged.
her head hurt like hell.
her eyesight swam, and then she felt so dizzy-
fuck.
she toppled.
“OI! SHITTY WOMAN!”
over the street from where she fell, a blonde yelled across the chunks of stone.
“HEY! WITCH! GET UP!”
the blonde- bakugo, she remembered through the haze- sprinted towards her, blasting away any concrete blocks in his way.
“oi! woman! you alive or something? get up!”
she didn’t.
bakugo stopped by her side. “hey! this isn’t funny, okay? i know you’re alright! c’mon, woman, please…”
she blinked. spikes of yellow shone in bleary eyesight. “su… ‘suki?”
the man nodded hurridly. “yes, you hag! that’s me, i’m your ‘suki, now get up, okay?”
her limbs felt heavy as stone. “c- can’t.”
“why?”
“‘m so tired..”
he freezed. “hey, c’mon, you’re joking, right? you’re fine! get up, woman! goddamnit it!”
her eyes drooped. “tired, ‘suki. ‘m gon’ sleep now.”
bakugo grabbed her shoulders. “babe, you’ve got to be kiddin’, right? hey, stay awake, you’re alright, i can call someone over-”
her pulse was suddenly too faint.
“y/n.”
her eyes were closed.
“y/n, babe, please- get up, i can’t- babe, get up, please, help’s coming-”
her skin was cold, too cold-
“y/n, please-”
she never got up.
and katsuki bakugo has never wanted to give up everything more than ever.