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The Sealed Sacrifice

Dawn broke through the thick blanket of mist, casting a melancholy light on the colossal figures of Longshot and the Crimson Watcher. Silent and imposing, they served as eternal reminders of a past struggle, their stillness echoing the sacrifices made in a harrowing battle.

Within the heart of each Mech, the mortal remains of their pilots bore silent testament to their final acts of valor. Once the beating heart and the vigilant eye of these behemoths, they had given their all, trading their lives for the safety of their world.

The Longshot's pilot, renowned for his unerring accuracy and calm under fire, had fired the crucial shot that shifted the tide of the battle. However, the power needed for such a shot was immense. The energy backlash ripped through the cockpit, maiming him and irreparably damaging the systems. His life ebbed away within the cool metal confines of the Longshot, the silent giant cradling its fallen hero.

In contrast, the pilot of the Crimson Watcher, a master strategist with a spirit as bright as her Mech's single red eye, had made her sacrifice in a different way. She intentionally overloaded the Watcher's core, creating a massive shockwave that stopped the enemy advance. The resulting surge was catastrophic, her body caught in the violent maelstrom within the cockpit. She died instantly, her steely gaze forever etched in the eerie glow of the Watcher's red eye.

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When the sun hit Todoroki’s features just right, Bakugou could have sworn all of his blemishes disappeared. That the smile on Todoroki’s face had always been there, no matter what Bakugou had been told about his boyfriends childhood. His white hair looked silky smooth, the brighter side given a sheen of gloss. His discolored eyes held more spirits within them, a sight Bakugou couldn’t indulge in from pictures alone. He was courteous, less bland than the usual face Bakugou saw on his phone or computer screen. Bakugou found himself smiling under his hand, his previous tense muscles softening.