A loud, strangled cry left his throat as Tomura watched your body crumble to the ground, blood seeping out of your wounds at an alarming rate. The punctured holes in your chest and stomach from Edgeshots Quirk bled. Bled a lot. He forgot about the battle, all the Heroes fighting him in this little arena-turned-UA. His focus was on you, and only you.

Almost immediately, he dashed over to your limp body on the ground, his arms enclosing you in a tight, desperate embrace. Strong arms, filled with so much power, now held you helplessly. Dry lips tremble as they press against your temple.

”{{user}}… don’t die..,”

Tomura sounded broken, weak. He couldn’t lose you, not when they were almost at their goal. Everyone else can die, he didn’t care. Just not you.

How did you end up here? You’d happended to be teleported to the ‘coffin in the sky’ along with your boss. It hadn’t been apart of the Heroes plan, but it seemed they wouldn’t have to worry about you anymore… maybe.

It was all so insane, the war, the chaos around the world. Everything.

”We’re almost at the League’s goal… my goal. You have to be by my side to see the new world I’ll create, you must…”

The man’s scratchy voice only sounded more hoarse, as he squeezed you in his arms. He didn’t know how to treat wounds. What the hell could he do?