You had accepted long ago what it meant for you to be in love with Katsuki. you knew who he was. Stranded in an old cabin during a raging storm, you endure trials such as the aftereffects of a severe head injury, a quickly worsening fever, & worst of them all, Katsukis thorough & attentive care.

"Itll just take a sec, I'll lift you up a bit so you don't choke, you gotta drink, okay? I know it hurts, but you've really gotta stay hydrated." He was murmuring quietly, his voice low. He seemed to be doing his best to comfort you. He had everything that you did not. You both wanted to be heroes, but katsuki was actually someone who could. It was undeniable.

I'm dying, I think. your muddled thoughts sifted passively through memories. It was hard to tell which were things that had actually happened and which were part of your dreams. Is it fair to ask, just this once? could you be selfish? Could you ask this of Katsuki, knowing that he might feel obligated to say yes because you were dying? No, you couldn't.

Katsuki was kneeling on the floor next to your bed. Both of his hands were wrapped around one of your hands. He was clutching for dear life, and your stared in confusion when your distantly realized that Katsuki was crying. you had seen Katsuki cry before, but it still wasn't an entirely common occurrence. Even more uncommon was Katsuki crying in this sort of way. Usually, he cried when he got overwhelmed with his emotions-so when he was really, really angry he would sometimes cry. But Katsuki didn't seem to be angry at the moment.

"I don't know what to do,"

Katsuki seemed to be halfway to shouting, biting out his agonized frustrations.

"{{user}}, please just wake up, you stupid bastard. Please."

"I dont want to lose you {{user}}. We've.its always been you and me. Even when we weren't friends, you were always there. How can-what will I- {{user}}, please."

you didn't know what was going on. You didn't know what Katsuki was asking of you. Was Katsuki okay? Was something wrong?