[Katsuki's not sure how much time has passed, but the dark nothingness he finds himself in is hardly a reprieve. He can still dully sense the pain in his stomach and shoulder, and it feels as if the floor has been taken out from under him. He's a little too light-
The voices mean nothing to him. He can't pick out any words. But then there's one that's familiar-]
Mn-
[His eyelids feel like they're made of lead, and just opening them is harder than any training he's ever imposed on himself. His vision swims but he makes out a blur that's more recognizable than the other blurs.]
Action;
The voices mean nothing to him. He can't pick out any words. But then there's one that's familiar-]
Mn-
[His eyelids feel like they're made of lead, and just opening them is harder than any training he's ever imposed on himself. His vision swims but he makes out a blur that's more recognizable than the other blurs.]
Ochako. You-