Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x Reader; Open to interpretation.
Summary: Yuta's never been one to lose his head but the one time he does death is ready to catch him and all he holds dear.
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence and Injury, Swearing, Implied Character and Reader Death, No Happy Ending
Notes: Outside of Canon Timeline. All Characters Aged 21+
"Get Away!!!"
The words rip their way out of his throat before he can think, instinct kicking into high gear as his adrenaline reaches new found heights. The curse is thrown back violently, crashing into the store front behind it with a deafening crash. His throat is dry and burns, feeling like it's been torn to shreds by thousands of small razor blades but the sting is nothing to what you must be feeling. Yuta quickly closes the distance between you, skidding to his knees at your side and it looks so much worse now that he's close. Red is all over the side of your torso, leaking between your fingers pressed against the wound and from the corner of your mouth. It's all he sees, so much of it he fears the worst and his stomach plummets. The injustice and anger at the situation burns hotter than his throat and threatens to drown him but a weak whimper of his name from you is enough to ground him, at least for now.
He places a hand over yours, a swift look over his shoulder towards Yuji and Megumi to ensure their safety while he took a few precious moments to and at least start healing your more severe wounds, he had to if had any hopes to move you without making any internal damage worse. His heart pounds, pulse beating so rapidly his hands tremble as he lays one over your own on top of your side while the other cups your check. You're sweating, teeth gritted and eyes shut tightly to try and drown the pain out but you still try and force a smile for him. "S-" You hiss as his reversed cursed technique kicks in, back arching and doing nothing to help your pain. "Shit!" You grit, fighting back tears as your free hand claws at the loose debris below you. YOu don't feel the way the broken glass cuts your fingertips but Yuta does and he quickly grasps your free hand in his.
Usually your resistance to cursed energy would be a blessing but what healed others painlessly was almost too much to bear, tears streaking down your cheeks as you fight back sobs. Yuta looks up from your torso every so often, a guilty look in his eyes as he comforts you, words just out of hearing that's been dulled by your pain. "Almost done, promise." He feels sick lying to you but he has to give you something to fight for. He knows how badly it hurts, having copied your technique for training and while irreplaceable because of its usefulness the cost was high. Your hand grasps his, cutting off the blood flow in his fingers but he can't feel it and even if he did he wouldn't say anything. "Almost. Almost." Your not sure who his reassurances are meant for but they only half register before your senses are thrown into overdrive at the sound of panicked shouts.
Yuta's head swivels on a dime as you force yourself up on your elbows to see what's happening. Your stomach drops from nausea and fear as the curse was no longer alone, a small pack of near identical copies melt from it's body to the pavement below. Yuji and Megumi curse off in the distance as the curse continues to multiply. Yuta looks back down at you, a prayer muttered under his breath for everyone's safety until his return. He has to move you and it feels selfish to choose you first but he can't let you die. He just can't. Yuta's arms shift, curling under you as carefully as he can but your cries of pain still grate on his mind. "I know." He whispers as you hide your face in his shoulder. "I know, I know, I know. Just hold on." He continues to channel the reversed energy, wishing that you weren't made to suffer by your own technique. A part of him contemplated using cursed speech once more, if only to render you unconscious so you wouldn't feel so much pain.
God, it feels like he's burning. He's too hot and too cold and his heart is racing louder than he can think and frustration takes root inside his chest followed by anger. You shouldn't be this hurt, shouldn't be hurt at all. His thoughts race of who to shift the blame to as he channels more cursed energy. He needs to be quicker, needs yo get you somewhere safe so he can put an end to all this once and for all because he can feel the way your body begins to go limp, getting heavier and heavier as he goes. "No. C'mon." He urges, jostling you just enough to get you conscious. "Stay with me, okay?" He says, unintentionally sending a wave of reversed cursed energy through you. "I'm sorry!" He can feel himself start to panic as he hushes your bitten back scream of pain. "I know, I'm sorry. You're gonna be okay, promise." Any other possibility has his gut twisting, a storm of emotions building in pressure in his chest.
His heart is racing, blood is boiling. The cursed energy he's been using to boost his body to get you out of harm's way has become hot and suffocating, the sickly red mocks him but he doesn't have the time to fix it. He doesn't have the time to calm down. He has to get you someplace safe so he can heal the worst of your injuries because he is not going home without you. He has to head back to help his underclassmen and save what other unfortunate souls had the bad luck of getting caught up in a mess like this. He gets a little faster in his desperation, the sudden increase in speed waking you further. "Backup?" You wheeze out through blood stained lips, half of your chest feeling clumped and sticky. "On the way, Megumi sent for help as soon as you went down." Your hand grasps at the fabric over his heart as you wince, tugging to try and ground yourself. "This, This is bullshit." You spit out, paling by the minute.
His eyes scan his surroundings rapidly, looking for a safe place to set you down and get you stable. He weaves between upturned cars and various chunks of debris. "Yu..." He can't think. You're bleeding and hurt, and you're dying. Everything he's trained for and learned has gone out the window and he can't get it back. It's terrifying. He knows what he's supposed to be doing but can't focus long enough on anything else but stable foot holds when something curls around his ankle and tugs, the cursed energy ties to registering far too late. "Yuta, Look Out!" Time slows down in the worst of ways, giving him a front row seat to the way you throw yourself forward around him. You force your body to move, lifting your dead weight arms to wrap around his neck tightly. Your body shielding his own as what looks like barbed wire shoots from the ground.
He feels your grip tighten, nails digging into his skin hard enough to break it even through his layered clothing but he barely feels it as your voice cuts off into a wet choke. He feels the wind in his hair and beating against his back before he realizes what's happened, holding you to his chest and tucking his chin over your head as he hits the ground and rolls. He rolls once, twice before you fall from his arms where you remain unresponsive. Yuta coughs as his back hits brick, fighting to get back the air the impact ripped from his lungs. Even with reinforcing his body with cursed energy the quickly growing, sticky feeling pressure in his chest lets him know that something is more than broken. He feels angry and numb, and hateful- and that hate for everything wrong about the situation only increases once he sees one of the curses leering over your body, multiple eyes blinking rapidly as thin, razor sharp tendrils reach out for its next meal but they never reach their target. The curses head is wiped clean from existence in an instant.
Yuta's body feels heavy but he doesn't feel much other than that anymore. It's still there but muted. Everything feels fuzzy though he's not sure if it's the shock or a concussion. He turns swiftly, cutting another curse down. He's running low on cursed energy, back to back missions and his earlier panic a major hit to his reserves at the worst possible time. He's not sure where his old classmates are but forces himself into resignation of the worst case scenario. If he's struggling this bad then there's a good chance those two are far worse off but he pushes on, fighting with everything he has because he's not going home alone, even if it means dying here because he'd rather die here among those he loves than live on without them, without you.
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