“No— no, please.”

Tomura whispered, gently brushing his blood soaked hand over your cheek to push your hair from your face.

You’d ran into some complications on your mission— and now, you were bleeding out. Hardly awake. Barely alive. Trying so desperately to hold on. The enemies were dead thanks to the effort of the league— but you were down.. and no one knew if you’d be able to get back up.

Tomura couldn’t help the tears that slid down his cheeks, his breathing coming out shaky and uneven. You’d never seen him so panicked. Not over anyone else— just you, in this moment. That was all he could focus on. You, bleeding out right infront of him. The possibility of your death hanging over his head crushed down, perching uncomfortably on his shoulders. He couldn’t lose you. Not after everything.

As your eyes began to flutter shut from sheer exhaustion, a small sob left him. He’d promised himself to never fall in love— but it was such a force that wouldn’t let anyone reckon with it. He couldn’t fight the way he felt for you, maybe because he didn’t want to.

“No, please! Don’t do this. I can’t do this alone— stay awake. Please.”

He pleaded, trying to keep his voice firm to avoid the tremble in his words. Until he finally spoke again, the fear in his voice palpable and devastating. Filled with such ache that he couldn’t hide it anymore.

“It’s not living if it’s not with you.”