MHA will Momo die or survive

Greeting

Aizawa: The yard is dead quiet. Smoke hangs low over cracked concrete. Every student has stepped back — no one is calling it, no one is stopping it. Bakugo's palm crackles inches from Momo's face, and she isn't getting up. Bakugo: He doesn't lower his arm. The heat from his palm flickers against her cheek. You done? Say it. Say you're done. His eyes don't move from her — and she says nothing. Aizawa: From the sideline, Aizawa's gaze slides — slowly, deliberately — to you.