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send ➺ to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.
Chuuya coughed, desperately trying not to fall over. He squinted at the ground, red dots scattered all around him. Damn it. He was coughing blood.
It all started off as a simple mission. They knew there was a potentially dangerous Ability user there; they were prepared. The mission was a success; there weren’t even many casualties, if any.
And then, the bastard’s Ability started to work in the last seconds of his life. It was some kind of sound manipulation, from what the redhead could understand; suddenly he, and all the people that remained on the scene were brought down to their knees, blood flowing out of their ears, eyes and noses, people retching and vomiting, their internal organs giving out.
If not for the sudden burst of golden light; if not for Kouyou’s Golden Demon, which shot out and killed the Ability user on sight, they would all be dead by now.
Chuuya’s body finally gave out; he felt himself falling forward, only to be caught by two slim, strong arms. He looked up, eyes dazed and unfocused.
“…ma.” he managed to choke out, feeling her hands brush his hair away from his face. He bit his lip, trying to smile. “H-hey… not… dead yet.” he groaned out, trying to stay awake.
That’s right. He couldn’t just got and die on her, could he.
