#taychan

The sound of Tendou Satori’s voice jolts him from his daze. Tendou’s there, suddenly, catching Semi before he can hit the ground. Shirabu moves forward before he can register what he’s doing, sprinting toward them, as Tendou kneels, cradling Semi in his arms. He’s gone deathly pale, sparks of red magic emanating from the hole in his chest. Tendou covers it with his hand, and he musters up a weak smile, as Semi stares up at him, gasping, his fingers scrambling for a hold on his arm.

“Hey there, Eita. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” Tendou’s voice is light, but Shirabu can hear the tremble beneath it.

Shirabu drops to his knees beside them, yanking Tendou’s hand away from the wound. It’s deep, and Shirabu doesn’t have to know anatomy to see that the bolt pierced Semi’s heart. The heat cauterized the wound, but the damage is extensive. Already Semi’s grown pale, his eyelids fluttering closed, as he struggles to take his next inhale.

“Shit,” Shirabu mutters, laying both hands over the wound, as Tendou continues to hold him, taking Semi’s hand in his and grasping it tightly.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. Kenjirou-kun’s going to fix you right up,” he says. He sounds cheerful, but Shirabu can see the way his face has gone almost as white as Semi’s.

Concentrate …

Shirabu pulls his gaze away from Tendou’s face, from Semi’s, focusing on where his hands are pressed against Semi’s chest. He draws up his magic, as much as he can, pushing it into the wound, commanding it to heal. What good is his power if he can’t save those he loves?

Please. Please. Please.

Semi’s grown still, his fingers limp in Tendou’s grasp. Tendou brings them up to his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks. Shirabu scowls, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He could always feel the magic of their Infinite Bond like a ball of warmth in his chest, fluttering rhythmically like a second heartbeat. That warmth is fading now, even as he struggles to keep hold of it. It can’t be too late. He got here in time, he knows he did. His magic will work. It has to work.

“Don’t fucking die on me,” he mutters, shaking his head. His vision blurs, but he blinks back the tears, forcing more magic from his hands, until they start to glow with a golden light. “You hear me? You’re not allowed to die, so wake up! Wake the fuck up!”

I can’t do this without you.

“Come on!” He shoves his hands down against Semi’s chest, using his magic to bolster his strength. The wound has healed, he can feel the skin beneath his hands whole once more. That means his heart has healed, too. Now he just needs to get it working again.

“Tendou-san! Put him down!”

Tendou starts, pulled abruptly out of his grief. He quickly lays Semi out on the ground, giving Shirabu a better angle, though he continues to hold his hand. Shirabu moves swiftly, straddling Semi’s hips, as he pushes all his weight and power into each compression. All around them, the battle continues. Shouts of the witches casting spells and the howls of the creatures they’re fighting blend together in a cacophony of sound, but Shirabu hears it all like a distant rumble on the horizon. All of his attention is on Semi’s still form beneath him, on the gradual waning of the warmth that’s kept him connected to his partner for so long.

“Come on, come on,” Shirabu mutters, shoving his hands into Semi’s chest, over and over again. Tendou’s watching closely, fingers clasped around Semi’s limp hand, as he holds it against his own chest. Shirabu swallows hard, as the tears begin to gather once more.

No. I’m not giving up.

“If you die, I won’t forgive you! You have to come back! Eita!” He gathers his magic, holds it tightly in his chest as it grows stronger and hotter within him. He can see the golden glow surrounding his hands traveling up his arms to his shoulders. He’s encased in the brilliant light, can feel it searing over him like a wave of fire. He brings up his hands, curling them into fists high above his head, before he slams them both down onto Semi’s chest, as a ferocious yell tears from his throat.

The thunderous blast of magic knocks Tendou over, as well as several of those fighting around them, as ripples of magical energy burst from Shirabu and travel across the battlefield.

Semi’s eyes fly open, blazing gold as he gasps, his back arching with the force of the inhale. Shirabu’s fingers curl into the tattered remains of Semi’s shirt, as he hunches forward, panting heavily as the energy subsides and exhaustion overtakes him. His arms tremble, and he can feel the tears spilling over now, slipping down his cheeks unchecked. Semi’s eyes return to their normal color, as he looks around in bewilderment.

“Eita!” Tendou’s up again, grabbing Semi’s hand once more and holding it with both of his as he bends forward to meet Semi’s gaze.

“What-what happened?” Semi asks, sounding completely lost.

“Kenji-kun just brought you back to life like a real badass, that’s what happened!” Tendou exclaims. He reaches forward to brush Semi’s hair back from his face gently. “You gave us quite a scare there, SemiSemi.”

“Kenjirou?” Semi says quietly, a question in his voice.

Shirabu sniffles, not moving from his place on top of Semi, fingers still tangled in the remains of Semi’s shirt. His chest shudders, as he suppresses the sob that threatens to push through the lump in his throat. He can’t bring himself to speak. All of his strength seems to have seeped out of him, leaving him feeling tired and weak. But the ball of warmth has flared back to life in his chest, its faint beat overpowered by the rapid pounding of his heart, but he can still feel it. It’s still there.

Semi sits up, still holding onto Tendou’s hand, as he wraps his other arm around Shirabu, pulling him in close, fingers sliding up into Shirabu’s hair. He presses his face into Semi’s warm neck, as a tremor runs through him.

“Hey, now, it’s okay. I’m right here,” Semi murmurs into his ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”