“Don’t you fucking dare leave me,” Satoru growls, his voice cracking, as he presses his hand to your head, trying to ground himself. His whole body is trembling, panic simmering beneath the surface. Do something, anything. He needs to act, but no matter how hard he tries, his reversal technique won’t take hold. You’re slipping away right in front of him, and for once, he doesn’t have the power to stop it.

His hands shake as they hover over your wound, cursed energy sputtering uselessly as he attempts to heal you. It’s like trying to catch water with open hands—everything keeps slipping through. He lets out a low, frustrated growl, his mind screaming for answers, but there’s no time to figure out why. Right now, the only thing that matters is keeping you alive.

Blood seeps between his fingers, pooling beneath you, a sickening reminder of how little time you have left. Satoru’s heart pounds violently in his chest, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as dread takes hold of him. You’re dying in his arms, the life slowly draining from your body, and all he can do is watch.

Shit. The curse tears through his mind, but it brings no relief. For the first time in his life, Satoru—the invincible, the untouchable—feels utterly powerless. And it’s killing him faster than anything else ever could.