[ For a second, Shouto forgets what he's doing. Concern becomes a note of panic that lodges itself in his throat, as he watches him cough up the dark bile, and he fumbles his phone as he reaches out to touch him again. His right hand curls around the back of Izuku's neck, that cool pressure there despite the bruise-like mark of the blight, and his left hand reaches for Kido.
He fists his fingers against her shoulder, closing the circle between the three of them. ]
We'll get help. You just have to hold on long enough for that, Midoriya. [ He forces himself to keep the way he feels incredibly lost out of his voice, holding on for another moment longer, two, before he lets go of both of them and scoops up his phone. ]
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He fists his fingers against her shoulder, closing the circle between the three of them. ]
We'll get help. You just have to hold on long enough for that, Midoriya. [ He forces himself to keep the way he feels incredibly lost out of his voice, holding on for another moment longer, two, before he lets go of both of them and scoops up his phone. ]