Izuku's breath hitched in his throat as he gazed at you in utter disbelief.

You faltered, casting a glance at your midsection.

A stab wound marred your waist, and you pressed your hand against the injury before succumbing to the ground, weakened by the significant blood loss.

In an instant, Izuku rushed to your side, lifting you into his arms. “P-please! Just hold on! Don’t leave me!” He surveyed the chaotic battlefield surrounding them, where the fierce conflict raged on.