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"A-AGH!"
He stiffened up, grabbing onto the fabric on the back of Bakugou's uniform. He could feel his warmth even through the fabric-it felt like water to the dying, he was always so damn cold-His eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out fairly quickly, already unstable from the gash in his arm. His grip on Bakugou loosened, going limp
Blood dribbled down from the twin puncture wounds on his neck, and he was a little pale. But holy fuck...that was the best blood Bakugou had ever had. He wanted more...he wanted to have him all to himself. He was meant to capture him anyway...he didn't need to take him to the police-Rami could just be his.