"Ah-"
He looked up at him, eyes wide. Gods, his blood smelled fucking amazing. Bakugou had only seen a little bit, but it was intoxicating. He could hear his heartbeat, wild and fast from the chase
He caught up to Rami pretty quickly. He was stumbling along the abandoned back alleyways, heading towards the seedy, poor part of Tokyo. He had a large, nasty gash on his arm, and the blood was flowing down his arm and dripping off his fingertips. He could hear his heartbeat again, much slower now, struggling to stay conscious and fighting to keep moving. All that blood...all alone...so helpless...it smelled so good...