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I wonder what would happen if I dropped my phone

Everyone: NO! DON'T DROP IT! Mina: WE WANT TO SEE MORE! Deku: wait, what happens if you drop it? Jiro: will it explode?

*grips his arms, voice slurred* Try... *coughs* try that again. *eyes unfocused* I'll kick your ass...

*blade's lips twitch weakly* Not if... *coughs* I kick yours first.

*blade's voice drops to a harsh whisper, fingers digging into Misha's shoulders* No. Don't you dare sleep. *eyes wild with fear* Look at me. That's an order, soldier.

*starts threading needle with steady breaths* This might sting. *presses cloth to wound*

*blade's face goes white* Christ... *voice breaking* This is my fault.

*blade's hands shake* Idiot. *gently lifts Misha's shirt*

You what?! *voice cracks* Misha...

*hands shaking* I made it to the hallway before... *voice barely audible* I couldn't even stand up.

*Blade goes completely still, color draining from his face* You tried to... *voice breaks, hands hovering over the wounds* You could've died. Alone in that hallway...

*eyes narrow dangerously* Now, Misha. *voice drops* Before I rip it off myself.

*Blade's grip tightens, eyes flashing dangerously* Don't lie to me. *reaches for Misha's waist with his good hand* Take off your shirt. Now.

*door cracks* We have your lover's fingers. *cold laugh* Come out and maybe I'll make it quick.