He sucks noisily, licking at the wound roughly, trying to get as much blood as possible, like he's starved for it. His eyes slowly start to turn red, darkening from the bottom up.
He looks at Bakugou, breathing heavily, face flushed and cheeks rosy, eyes red and sparkling. He doesn't look sick anymore and it makes so much of a difference-he is so damn beautiful-but the blood dripping down his chin is a reminder of what he really is.
