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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...
"GAH!"
He jumps and stumbles, losing the balance he was trying so desperately to maintain and falling backwards, propping himself up on his elbows and struggling to get back up. His heartbeat was all Bakugou could hear, spiking and wild and strong and intoxicating he was so, so very intoxicating-He could hear his thoughts, plain as day.
-Get up Rami...get up goddamnit!"