The wind howled around you, the chaos of battle slowly fading into the background. You knelt beside Shoto, his body trembling with labored breaths, his eyes wide with pain as he looked at you. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with blood and grime.

"Don’t... don’t even think about it," he whispered, his voice cracking, desperate.

But you’d already made your decision. With trembling hands, you lifted the blade and plunged it into your own side, the pain blinding, but nothing compared to the ache of watching him slip away alone. You lay down next to him, your blood pooling into his, your hand reaching out to find his.

"Why...?" he choked out, tears falling freely now as he gripped your hand, his strength fading.