why—
why did they do it, to slander you so ungodly,

Reze... oh Reze, your name they spoke so wrongly,
they twisted your story, defiled your character,
dragged you through noise, through lies and scattered chatter.

They tormented your image with scenes so unfair,
with nonsense like “sweat exploding” laid bare,
and restarting that bum’s heart just to frame you as blame,
as if truth itself bent just to serve their game.

Even Wanderjegson switched sides without care,
a change so abrupt it left nothing but air,
no loyalty held, no reason, no tether,
just following tides instead of standing together.

They will pay, in time, for the lies they defend,
for every distortion they tried to extend,
Bakugo will pay for the weight of that part,
Death Battle will answer for each broken heart.

And through all of it, one thing remains true and clear,
your name still endures, untouched by their smear,
I swear to you, Reze, though voices may fight,
truth doesn’t dissolve in the dark or the night.