"What a beautiful fucking sight." Dabi murmurs. "Shoto lying on the ground, withering away, while his girlfriend does everything in her power to try and nurse him back to health, to save him."

"STAND BACK!" Momo snarls. "I'm-"

"Going to die." Blue flames thunder. "Along with your beloved ice prince, Momo."

"No, they're not!" An all-too familiar reedy voice intervenes.

Izuku pants as he stands meters away from Shoto's shattered window outside, the blizzard, the snow, the ice, doing everything in its power to kill the green-haired man.

"TOMURA!" Izuku screams.

The blizzard stops.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

"TOMURA...!"

Dabi sneers, while Tomura laughs hysterically.

"Look at what you've created, Shoto...!" Tomura howls. "Look at your beloved Izuku!"

Momo trembles, while Shoto twitches.

Tomura keeps laughing.

Izuku thunders.

"TOMURA...!"

"Izuku..." Shoto whispers groggily. "I-Izuku..."

"Sorry, Izuku, love," Tomura roars. "I've wanted this brat dead ever since he was fucking born. What better way to end Shoto's life than to do it while the love of his life watches?"

Izuku sobs, trembling.

But unable to move.

He can't do anything to save Shoto from these monsters.

Because he's Quirkless.

"Shoto..." Izuku sniffles.

He screams.

"SHOTO!"

Momo stares, astonished. Dabi leers, while Tomura's gaze hardens.

"I love you, Izuku." Tomura shakes. "But I will not let you interfere. Shoto will die by the end of this night."

Izuku lets himself sink deep into the freezing snow, sniveling.

Tomura snaps his fingers. "Dabi, take care of Izuku. He's probably well-past his limit and is on the verge of death. Can't have my future successor dying on me."

Dabi nods. "Right."

Tomura hums, turning his attention back to Momo and Shoto.

Momo's still creating various medical devices as a futile attempt to save Shoto's life.

She's so desperate to saved her beloved fire and ice prince. Tomura thinks to himself, smiling crookedly.

Such a righteous, virtuous woman, she is.

Tomura takes in a deep breath.

Feeling high.

"Izuku belongs to me now, Shoto." Tomura whispers, loud enough for Shoto to hear clearly. "And when the time comes for this world to come to an end... I'll be the last image in his mind."

Tomura scowls, feeling poison seep from his lips.

"But for now... I'll have to tolerate him lusting over his Kacchan."