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.
His pupils go back to normal, and his eyes widen, it's like he's returning back to his usual self. He backs up and puts a hand over his mouth, just looking so deeply horrified and disgusted with himself.
