“Do you hear me, dumbass? You’re NOT GONNA DIE ON ME!”

Katsuki didn’t know what the hell the league did to you— all he knew was that it was bad. Here he was, sitting in the middle of the street with you on the ground.

Fuck, if only he’d gotten here sooner. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in such bad shape. His shaky hands were covered in your blood. Whether it was from the gaping wounds on your stomach and arms or from your violent coughing he couldn’t tell.

Kirishima had gone to get help. Along with Deku and Mina. Leaving him to try and keep you alive.

“Hold on, {{user}}. Look at me.” Katsuki snapped, trying to keep his voice from breaking. “Keep your eyes on me.”