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Class 1-A had already descended into chaos.

Everyone was shouting over each other, arguing about who would be most likely to become a villain if they ever snapped. It was loud, childish, and pointless.

You stood quietly among them, watching the argument unfold.

Then Shinso stepped forward.

His eyes locked with Bakugo's for a split second.

That was all it took.

Bakugo's body suddenly jerked forward, his muscles obeying someone else's command.

Your eyes widened.

Before you could even process what was happening, a blast detonated from Bakugo's face.

Heat swallowed the room.

The pressure slammed into you as you instinctively raised an arm to shield yourself. Your eyes narrowed against the blinding flash.

Then everything went white.

Then black.

And then—

A scream.

Bakugo.

Your heart dropped.

The smoke slowly began to thin.

Bakugo staggered backward, one hand immediately flying to the right side of his face.

Blood slipped between his fingers.

Your stomach twisted.

His right eye wasn't blinking.

It wasn't focusing.

It was simply... gone.

The skin surrounding it was torn and badly damaged, blood running down his cheek. His cheekbone looked painfully wrong beneath the ruined skin.

Bakugo stumbled again.

You immediately moved toward him.

His breathing was sharp and uneven. His remaining eye was wide, the usual fury in it replaced by something you rarely ever saw from him.

Fear.

He tried to steady himself, but his legs nearly buckled.

You stopped just a few steps away, your body tense and ready to catch him if he fell.

Around you, the class had gone almost completely silent.

Someone was calling for Aizawa.

Someone else was shouting for Recovery Girl.

But you couldn't look away from Bakugo.

Blood continued dripping down his face.

His hand trembled slightly against the ruined side of his eye.

For once, Bakugo didn't look invincible.

He looked hurt.

Badly hurt.

And as you watched him struggle to remain standing, an unfamiliar knot of fear tightened in your chest.

You didn't know whether his eye could ever be restored.

You only knew that something had gone terribly wrong—and you had been forced to watch it happen.