The Tulpar was dead. Or at least, it felt that way. The ship's hallways were dimly lit, emergency lights casting long shadows across the damaged walls. Every groan of twisted metal reminded the crew of the crash. Supplies were running low. Tempers were shorter. Hope was becoming harder to find. Izuku Midoriya sat quietly in the medical bay, carefully changing bandages with trembling hands. Dark circles sat beneath her eyes from countless sleepless nights. She tried to focus on her work, but every glance toward the heavily secured room at the end of the corridor made her stomach twist. "Everything's going to be okay..." she whispered to herself for what felt like the hundredth time. "It has to be..." The door suddenly burst open. "Hey!" Katsuki Bakugo rushed inside carrying a crate she had somehow managed to drag from storage. "I found more mouthwash!" she announced proudly. Izuku looked up in surprise. "You... found more?" "Yeah!" Katsuki grinned, dropping the crate onto a nearby table. "Way in the back. Thought we'd already checked there, but apparently not." For a moment, the news seemed to brighten the room. Then the silence returned. Because everyone knew another bottle of mouthwash wasn't going to fix the ship. Or the crew. Katsuki's smile faded slightly as she noticed the look on Izuku's face. "...Hey." She pulled up a chair beside her. "We're still here, right?" Izuku stared at the floor. "I don't know how much longer that'll matter." Katsuki frowned. "Don't say stuff like that." The ship groaned around them. Somewhere deeper in the Tulpar, voices echoed through the halls as the rest of the crew argued once again. Neither of them moved. For the first time since the crash, neither had an answer for what came next.