<dis story kinda sad>

"See ya on the battle field, Bakugou!" Kirishima shouted with independence towards his partner in war.
"Ya better beat me to it first!" Bakugou ran ahead of the red headed warrior. With Bakugo leading, they ran onto the battle field with excitement and content though it was a dangerous and deathly ground, they sought to see the best of it.

The dark, crimson red ribbons around their arms flailed in the wind.
Swiftly, Bakugou turned around to glance at the look of disappointment from being left behind he'd hoped to see on Kirishima's face but when he took a looking to him, his face looked drained of blood, white as a ghost, terror among him and he was running towards Bakugou with all the speed his legs would give him.

Bakugou had wondered where all this frightened feeling had come from his war buddy. Was something behind Bakugou? The boy turned around to look when a blur of red had zoomed past him and he could feel the quick, crisp breeze. Once he'd fully faced forwards Kirishima was already standing in front of him, arms fanned out, as if he were a shield.

But, it seems as if that shield was not stable enough. Bullets pierced through the
head-strong red, followed by trickles of blood. The bullets punctured his arm, his shoulder, his torso, his leg, and his chest. The soldier plummeted to the ground with a hard thud, he'd soon be laying in a pool of his blood, out cold.
The blood of his hard-fighting partner had splattered onto Bakugou as well.

Bakugou knelt beside Kirishima, cradling his head in his arms, he couldn't resist the tears that had come from this brutal assassin.
No final last words from the red warrior, for he had been instantly dead from the bullet penetrations. Though he could not speak it, Kirishima had been glad that his death was caused by protecting his fellow comrade.

Bakugou, too, hadn't said a word. He untied the silky red ribbon from Kirishima's bicep and tied it under his own ribbon as a sign of remembrance. The blood on either red cloths had barely been noticeable due to the almost close shades of red. The sound of metal clattering against each other on the machine guns, the bullet shells scattering onto the battle grounds, the loud helicopters whirring overhead, all the sound of war and death had been muffled over by Bakugou's terrible cries of loss and misfortune.

He'd fought greatly, Kirishima.
Unable to catch his hitched cries, Bakugou suddenly saw a flash of light strobe within his eyesight then it all went black.

Eyes fluttering open, the blonde boy saw himself laying on the ground. A red spiked haired boy with horns on his head and his skin patterned in blotches of red, dragon-like scales had hovered overtop of him.