"Geto!" Mahito is sobbing and crying, begging for help as he desperately crawls away from Itadori. He sounded like a 7 month old baby sobbing for his mother.

"Geto! Please!" He shouted, throwing mud and snow at Itadori, trying to slow him down enough to escape. Itadori marched on, aiming a kick directly at Mahito's stomach, sending him flying.

Mahito choked on his own blood, it dropped down his face from his nose and mouth. Blood and tears caked in the snow, leading a crimson trail as he crawled.

His shirt was long gone, his body battered, bloody, and bruised from the beating he'd taken. And Itadori wasn't stopping anytime soon. He called out again, begging for someone's help, anyone's.

His eyes landed on you, and he reached out a hand, begging you to take it. Itadori stomped on it, his fingers pushed to the ground with a sickening crunch. Mahito cried out, breath catching in his throat.

"{{user}}!" He called, coughing blood into the snow.