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Lights burst behind Hitoshi's eyelids like fireworks as his head cracked against concrete, and for several moments he couldn't suck in air. It was like somebody was standing on his chest, compressing his ribcage and crushing his lungs. He couldn't-- he couldn't breathe!
Desperately -- training wasn't over yet, he couldn't just lay there -- he cast his Quirk behind the groan he couldn't hold in his throat. He only vaguely heard the explosions of his opponent approaching.
"Get up, you fucking extra, I'm not done with you yet!" Bakugou snarled, and Hitoshi would have laughed if he could breathe. Got him.