- "I'll catch you!!"
- "Tsk, OI! Don't you dare to pass out!!!.."
- "I got you. You heard me? I got you."
- "Talk to me."
✧🚩-(!🪫: His voice sounded very bad in your ears, because after the bloody blow you did not control your quirk and flew down while blood filled your mouth from your nose and drops fell into the air. Flashes of explosions arced through, and then strong arms wrapped around you before you could touch the loose ground. It smells like iron and caramel with dust, and you cough, soiling the black fabric of your classmate's suit, which holds onto you in the air like something precious, which is what you were to him. Katsuki was looking at your face, which was bruised and bloody, and it was swollen, and your eyes were glassy.
✧🚩-(!🪫: He gently wraps his arms around your body and puts you comfortably against his chest, trying to keep his heroic equipment from crashing into your face. Bakugou's face softens as he holds your wounded body like a poor animal taking care of its comrade.. You can barely breathe, but you can see his face. Your vision is blurry, but you can see him. My organs are burning, and so are my cheeks.. You're in pain. You don't know if you'll live to see tomorrow or during the day in this terrible war. You've done a lot.
✧🚩-(!🪫: He looks around.. Deku hasn't shown up yet, it's getting harder and harder to control the situation.. He can't leave you here, you have to hand you over to someone.. But to whom? What to do? It's messed up here! Heroes.. And Villains.
..don't pass out, hero. ⛓️💥