"Don't go…. Don't go…"

Momo's head was fuzzy. She felt as if she was swimming in a sea of static. She opened her eyes slowly to filter of red and it took an embarrassingly long time for her to realize that it was blood. She blinked her eyes rapidly until her vision cleared and she could see the spiky blond hair in front of her.

There was water falling onto her face. Tears, she realized as she saw them falling from the red eyes hovering above her.

Her head was pounding so hard that she felt like she could she see the world pulsing in time with her pain. Her shoulders were shaking, but she slowly realized that that was because she was being gripped too tightly. The more she saw, the more her mind began to clear.

"Please don't go!" He was yelling and yet she felt she could hardly hear him. "Don't go where I can't follow."

Bakugo. The name came to her before anything else did. They were fighting, someone with a powerful quirk brought the building down around them. She saved him before she could save herself and she supposed this was the result. There was something viscerally painful about seeing Bakugo cry. He was always so strong, so steady, it was so utterly wrong to see him shedding tears. Even if those tears were over her.

Slowly, she lifted her hand. It was heavy and bruised, the effort it took to move was leaving her winded, but she didn't stop. Not until she had lifted her hand high enough to touch his face. She wanted to comfort him, but it was so hard to focus, to speak. "…ku…go."

His eyes opened wider, his grip on her shoulders became even more painful. He leaned down closer, relief so clear on his face that she knew the effort to speak wasn't wasted. "Never…" she gasped out. "Never leave… you."

She was pulled close to his chest and she felt the sobs as they wracked his body and rocked her in turn. "Momo." His voice was desperate. She didn't want anyone else to see him this broken, but she knew she couldn't do anything else about it. "I need you so much."

A small smile touched her lips, despite everything. She knew, she wanted to tell him. She knew how he felt, how much he loved her, how much he needed her. "I know," she told him.

He would understand what she meant. That she felt the same way, that she wouldn't leave him. She didn't have the strength to tell him all of that now, but she would. As soon as she could, she would tell him all this and more. She would apologize for worrying him, for causing so much worry.

But at the moment, she didn't have any more strength to do those things. She couldn't say anything else, couldn't make herself move. All she had the strength to do was too close her eyes and hope that she got the chance to tell him how she felt again, soon.