(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved, and then lost.
In a society where you are connected with your soulmate, Bakugou Katsuki would have never imagined that his soulmate would be from an en...
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[Warning: angst, gore (?)]
[Chapter Thirty-Six]
I've been in a lot of pain before. I mean, I've been completely impaled through my stomach before. I've had every bone in my leg shattered. I've had a stroke and damn near a few heart attacks. I've had my ribs broken and my head smashed in.
But nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to the intense pain that shot through my heart the moment my feet touched the broken ground. My heart hammered against my chest. My lungs felt like they were getting tighter, making it harder to breathe. Dread sunk into my very bones as I made out his bloodied body through my own panic.
I took a step forward, my gaze settling upon the crowd of people kneeling on the ground. In the corner of my eye, I could see that man dressed in dark clothing trying to get to the boy who lay a few meters away from him. Something inside of me broke.
Katsuki's eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as he sucked in ragged breaths. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, adding to the mess that dribbled over his chin. I dared to look further, my stomach swirling at the holes through his chest. I could see where it tore completely through his suit and straight through his body. Blood poured from the wounds, quickly staining and drenching the fabric that was being held against the wounds.
"Y/n!"
Todoroki's voice caused all heads to turn toward me. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. I slowly stumbled forward, collapsing onto my knees beside him. The other heroes moved back, allowing me room. I slid my hand to the back of his neck, cradling the underside of his head.
"Katsuki?" I whispered.
His eyebrows laced together. He slowly slid his gaze to me, confusion swirling in his eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he were trying to speak, though no sound came out. That's when I knew.
I fumbled to unclasp his gauntlet, tugging it off his arm as I set it to the side. I slid the black band from my wrist, watched it expanded to fit over Katsuki's hand before shrinking to fit around his wrist snugly. I laid his arm in ly lap and began to work.
"Y-Y/n," Aizawa choked. "You can't be here! You don't even have your suit!"
I ignored him. "I.V.A.N, scan for internal injuries."
"His left lung has been punctured and has a 12% blood volume inside. His aorta is damaged, limiting his blood flow."
Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't panic. You won't think straight. Stop and consider your options. What do you do next?
"Contact emergency medical teams. Have them gather 500 meters to the west of here. Debrief them on both Eraserhead's injuries and Katsuki's so that they can be prepared," I then turned to the hero beside me. "Rock Lock, I need you to—"