[Katsuki's vision was blurring, he couldn't see Mike running through the explosion-lit darkness but he could hear him. That familiar sound of Mike's voice. Protective, fueled with rage-- like a real dad. There's a painful shot of hope that runs in his emptying veins, and Katsuki halts his Quirk now that it's gotten the attention of someone strong. Someone who could save his life.
It happens quickly. One second, Katsuki is suspended in the air and the next moment he's feeling those tendrils wrap around him. Pulling him away from the creature who had made him it's meal. It's sharp and painful when he's ripped from the fangs, leaving some messy exit wounds that were sure to leave ugly scars. And it's amazing that he's even still conscious, as he's wrapped up in shadows and held protectively behind Mike. But said consciousness was starting to fade as blood gushes out of the two holes in his neck.
He couldn't see anymore, his vision so blurry and dark-- darker than the world around them. But he could feel Mike's desperateness as he fights. The wind whooshing through his blonde hair as Mike moves. The cold, frigid air of the ice and he could hear the sound of it forming, the sound of the vampire falling onto it and crying out in pain.
Katsuki's breath was so haggard, so rough. And he desperately clings to the feeling of being awake. He was so scared of dying. He could hear Mike soothing him with his voice, but he doesn't register what he says. His mind was swimming so fast, swirling with thoughts of "please don't let me die" "I can't die like this" "I have so much left to do" "I need to keep awake" "don't die, Katsuki".]
..d..dad...
[Katsuki's voice is so quiet, a whisper that can barely speak and he reaches out blindly to grab onto the fabric of Mike's shirt. Weakly. So weak that you can't even really call it "grabbing".]
I'm... I'm dying...
[He knows he is. He can't see, his heartbeat was the only thing he could hear and he was so weak. He's been here before. A hole ripped through his heart and the white light slowly filling in his vision. Memories flashing, thoughts burning, and the world around him disappearing.
What can be done to save him? He's lost too much blood...]
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It happens quickly. One second, Katsuki is suspended in the air and the next moment he's feeling those tendrils wrap around him. Pulling him away from the creature who had made him it's meal. It's sharp and painful when he's ripped from the fangs, leaving some messy exit wounds that were sure to leave ugly scars. And it's amazing that he's even still conscious, as he's wrapped up in shadows and held protectively behind Mike. But said consciousness was starting to fade as blood gushes out of the two holes in his neck.
He couldn't see anymore, his vision so blurry and dark-- darker than the world around them. But he could feel Mike's desperateness as he fights. The wind whooshing through his blonde hair as Mike moves. The cold, frigid air of the ice and he could hear the sound of it forming, the sound of the vampire falling onto it and crying out in pain.
Katsuki's breath was so haggard, so rough. And he desperately clings to the feeling of being awake. He was so scared of dying. He could hear Mike soothing him with his voice, but he doesn't register what he says. His mind was swimming so fast, swirling with thoughts of "please don't let me die" "I can't die like this" "I have so much left to do" "I need to keep awake" "don't die, Katsuki".]
..d..dad...
[Katsuki's voice is so quiet, a whisper that can barely speak and he reaches out blindly to grab onto the fabric of Mike's shirt. Weakly. So weak that you can't even really call it "grabbing".]
I'm... I'm dying...
[He knows he is. He can't see, his heartbeat was the only thing he could hear and he was so weak. He's been here before. A hole ripped through his heart and the white light slowly filling in his vision. Memories flashing, thoughts burning, and the world around him disappearing.
What can be done to save him? He's lost too much blood...]