An- takes place after AFO beats the crap out of the heroes

Your back pressed harder against the wall, pushing the feathers into your back. Limbs and thoughts rendered them frozen in time. Bile rises in your throat from the sounds echoing overhead. Beads of cold sweat rolled down your neck, making your body shudder. The urge to rip your feet away from the prison that holds; them slowly overtook your mind.

The rapid beat of your heart banged against the bone cage and reverberated loudly in your ears. The sounds overhead seeped through the wall, shaking it. The fuzzy sounds of a conversation echoed above the fight.

"Well, isn't the great... All Might! Toshi-"

"All For One, you monster, taking a child-" A deep voice boomed over the sounds of collapsing rubble,

"Master... We should be... Convince him."

Then a voice echoed over the wall, making your heart drop into your stomach. "Like hell, I would ever join you, bastards!" A thud and an explosion followed. Bile continued on its way up, forcing a hand to clap over your mouth, forcing back the urge to vomit.

Another loud boom ripped overhead. The sounds of All Might sounded so desperate. You didn't want to be here yet had to stay. You had to get Bakugou out of there; it didn't matter if it resulted in a fight or not.

Your body shifted to glance over the edge. The small view forced your heart to drop into your gut.

Shigaraki held Bakugou by the shirt, lifting him in the air. His skin was smeared with blood and bruised. He defeatedly looked up at the blue-haired male with a fearless smile resting upon his lips. Bakugou mouthed a few words but looked as if he struggled to say them.

Your eyes burned. Like a bright light shined directly into them. The list of different wants and needs floated in your numbed mind.

"(y/n)?" Todoroki's faint voice rang in your ears, fading into nothing. Nothing around you remained in focus. The edges blurred with a crimson fog. Your body slumped down the wall. Eyes burned more, wide and unblinking. Something warm ran down your cheeks.

Slowly, you stood, barely able to hear Shasha's voice directing the others. Then, finally, the large wings spread out, a giant feather floating above your palm.

"Move."

Shasha grabbed Midoryia by the waist while the others ducked out of the way. The feather connected with the wall, exploding upon impact. Only to leave a pile of rubble left in its wake. Your limbs moved without direction: dust and different quirks were swirling about the battlefield.

The blue-haired male met your gaze with a twisted smile. Amusement lit up behind his beady eyes. "Well, if it isn't you, have you come for this one?" He cackled.

Your wings curled around your body from debris from the impending fight just a few meters away.

"You, you're the one Stain..." A green fleshed male wearing a headband similar to Stain stepped back while others surrounded him. "Out of the way."

They did as asked and moved. None of them uttered a sound with eyes white and wide. Your gaze never left Bakugou struggling for air underneath his grip. His lips pulled into a twisted smile. The scars lining your back burned with the recent trauma. The wings spread out, several feathers detaching to hover. Poised and ready for attack.

"Drop him,"

The male's beady white eyes grew pale but didn't commit to the command. Stepping forward, the distance between the two was quickly closed. Your palm connected with his abdomen. His body buckled over, coughing and sputtering at your feet.

"Suffer."

The male started to cry softly, then historically sobbing at your feet. His sobs grew into insanity-fueled laughter. Turning around, you grabbed Bakugou's arm and pulled it around your neck.

Two downward thrusts were enough to get far into the skyline where the others could see. The crimson fog darkened your vision.

A loud crack boomed on the battlefield. Your brain backflipped, barely contained by your skull. Glancing around, the others followed by the streets. Deciding on one of the closest alleyways, the wings pulled together, dropping them into the alley.

"(y/n)! Bakugou!"

Their voices peeked around the corner, their bodies soon following. Pulling the hoodie over your head, you waited for one of them to take him. Kirishima, Shasha, and Midoriya were the only ones to run around the corner.

"Are you alright? Is Bakugou ok?" Kirishima grabbed your arm, holding you up. Midoriya took Bakugou and placed him against the wall.

Shasha ran up to you, her pink ears up and alert. Her warm hands grabbed your face, forcing you to look at her. Worry glazed in her pink eyes. "Kirishima, can you go check Bakugou for any serious injuries?"

Kirishima glanced between you and the male before deciding to let go. Shasha's warm hands cupped your cheeks, glowing a dawn-tinted hue. Her eyes fluttered shut, almost as if she was digging around in your brain. The wings vanished into your back and a weight lifted off your chest.

She removed her hands and helped sit you against a wall. "I'll be right back, ok? Don't go anywhere."

Kirishima and Midoryia stepped into the street, watching the live TV screen outside the alleyway. The female knelt before Bakugou, placing her hands on his shoulders. An orange hue emanated from wherever there was a scratch to a cut. They slowly mended.

She stood and followed to update Midoryia about their conditions. He grabbed her hand, pointing to the screen. Her expression dropped into shock.

Bakugou slowly opened his eyes, registering where he was. He spotted your form curled up across from him. The hood pulled over your head, arms hugging your knees close to your chest. Your body shook, soft sounds muffled by the clothes.

He glanced around and noticed the other three standing just outside the small space.

"What the fuck happened?" Your form flinched at the tone of his voice. He was glad to be out of there, but what happened? "(y/n)?" He barely touched the soft fabric of the sweatshirt before you pulled away, arm covering your face.

"What's the fucking matter with you?" You tugged the hood down farther, noticing the blood coating your fingertips, even soaking beneath the nailbed. With every breath, a soft incoherent string of words escaped your lips. Yet, he couldn't make any of it out. 

"Don't fucking move." He stood up and walked out to see what everyone was watching. Shasha was clinging to Midoriya's arm, tears poking out of her eyes. Kirishima looked just as panicked as Midoriya.

By the time he looked back towards the alleyway, you were gone. The hoodie you once wore, covered in blood now lying abandoned. 

"(y/n)! (y/n)!" He snatched the hoodie, continuing to call your name. He felt a hand grab his wrist. She held a phone in her hand, your name appearing on the screen. 

"Stop... Just leave them alone for now." 

"Now... Now it's your turn..."

His message was only a few words. As far as most people were concerned, it was a message for other criminals.

They rang in the air, lowly amongst the happy cries of his loved followers. All Might had never looked so small yet had the most powerful grip on the people's hearts.

Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima, and Shasha stared at the large screen. Then, over their shoulder, his voice rang in their ears. It happened again... Once again. A career was put down with no one to take its place at the time.

Below, thousands of cries of happy cries resonated in the streets. Yet, the weight on a few shoulders almost drowned out in the center. All Might's arm slowly lowered with that weight, his beaten form turning away from the camera.

Soft cries echoed against deafening cheers. The image is imprinted on their mind. Leaving nothing changed in their chest or thoughts. Yet, something wet ran down their cheeks, staining the white runner's red.

Plucking a single feather, it swayed gently in their hand. "Goodbye... Symbol of Peace." The crystal feather floated delicately on the wind, dissolving into the translucent dust cloud.

"Remain well for the rest of your days."

The iridescent trails of the feather rain down, faintly drifting past Bakugou's face. Following the path of sparkles, he found (y/n) standing on a rooftop. Unkempt hair barely held back by a gentle breeze. Blood drenched through the multitude of bandages across your limbs.

A pair of mismatched glassy eyes stared thoughtlessly at the screen. Several red trails lined overly pink cheeks. Large chunks of the (f/c) tipped wings were missing yet held proudly in the air.

All he did was blink; they had vanished, as if never there in the first place. A cold breeze brushed against their cheeks, pulling their rampant mind towards the front.

The fragile wings barely held their aching body in the air. Buildings below seemed small, growing smaller the closer they came to the coastline. Heavy grey storm clouds closed in on the soft white sands.

Ripples of white-hot pain raced through their shoulders, forcing them to land on the white beach.

The sand is the most gentle hue of gold, almost earthen and muted, the humble star of the scene. Driftwood comes upon the buoyant waves as tiny rescue boats on the night sea. Then there is the seaweed, that flora of those salty waves; Already, the stars glow as if they have kept a pocket of the daytime to shine through the night sky.

The wings dropped heavily onto the sand as they blankly stared—thoughts running rampant in their mind.

The soft white foam soaked the sneakers all the way through. Their hands rummaged through their messy hair, pulling it in frustration. "Why did I jump in like that? It was so fucking stupid!" Their feet moved along the shoreline, rambling on different words.

"Seriously, let's look over the edge with the two most powerful people and jump right in! Nothing bad is gonna happen, right!" They turned to a crab sitting on a rock, staring blankly.

(y/n) shot the tiny creature a glare. "What? Did you want me to leave him there? Barely able to breathe?" The crab remained still, staring off. Their arms threw into the air, a loud groan rumbling from the back of their throat.

"Now I can't control the stupid thing. Why is it always getting in my way?" Picking up a rock, they chucked it at the nearby seawall. It shattered upon impact. "Ugh! Can'ust vent in peace?" The tiny crab shifted to the right, looking at a seagull off in the distance.

"Hey!" They snapped, "Don't mock me! Bakugou is the idiot for making me feel this way!"

Plopping down into the sand, their arms crossed over their knees, hiding away in them. "Shu, and he, he makes me feel funny. And I don't know why." They peeked out, staring at the washing waves not a few feet away. The smaller wings wrap around their wounded frame.

"He's a jerk... Why did I want to save him so badly? It makes no sense."