The pain wasn't immediate.

It took Bakugo a moment to register what had happened.

His whole body was locked up in fear and shock.

There was a knife sticking out of his stomach..

He chocked on the bile and blood that rose up in his throat.

Oh god.  Oh god.  Oh GOD.

I'm going to die.

Bakugo feel onto his knees, clutching his stomach.

Izuku stood up and towered over him.  He grabbed Bakugo's shoulders and pushed him onto his back.

Izuku looked down at him, pity on his face.

"You know Kacchan, it's almost funny, laughable even," Izuku knelt down and meet him face to face, "I'm the one hurting you!  It supposed to be backwards isn't it?"  He smiled evilly.

Bakugo tried to speak, but coughed on the blood in his throat.

Izuku stood up straight and put his foot on the knife in Bakugo's stomach.

"Suffer" Izuku growled.

He pushed his foot down, digging the knife deeper into his stomach.

Bakugo screamed out in pain.

"STOP" he roared.

"And he speaks!" Izuku hollered, then lowered his voice to a whisper, "did you ever listen to me when I told you to stop?"  Izuku glared at him and crouched down.

Bakugo weakly tried to kick him away.

"Get," Bakugo's breathing coming in short breaths, "away."

Izuku tilted his head playfully, as his hand hovered over the knife embedded in Bakugo.

"Hm, lets see. If I take this out," Izuku closed his grip around the knife, "you'll bleed out!" Izuku ribbed it out.

Bakugo screamed again.

"And, I can put it right here!" Izuku swung the knife up and brought it into Bakugo's rib cage.

"And you'll di-"

A hardened fist hit Izuku square in the head.

"Get away from him!" Kirishima yelled.

"No, Kirishima," Bakugo coughed, "get outta here!"

"I'd never leave you to die." Kirishima smiled at him.

"You're already hurt" Bakugo protested and looked towards Kirishima's limp arm, the one that was stabbed.

"My punch might have already knocked him out- and oh shit your bleeding badly, let me help you"

"Check Deku first" Bakugo growled through gritted teeth.

Kirishima didn't listen to him, as he knelt down.

"Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I don't know how to- Fuck- why haven't we had first aid classes yet?" Kirishima spoke in frustration.

"Chec-" Bakugo coughed up blood.

"You know after this is all over we should take some basic first aid classes. And therapy. Definitely therapy. For all of us... mostly Midoriya.."

"Check DEKU" Bakugo managed to yell.

"Stop worrying, he's right over there, not even moving." Kirishima gestured towards Izuku laying on the ground.

"Just. Check." He snarled.

"Fine." Kirishima mumbled. 

Bakugo tried to sit up, but immediately feel back down in pain and exhaustion.

Kirishima looked back at him, "he dude don't try and move it'll make it worse"

Kirishima looked back towards Izuku.

Who wasn't there.

"Oh shit."

Kirishima whipped around and saw him crouching over Bakugo.

"Kacchan," Izuku said sweetly, "you're going to watch your friend die.  Right now."

"Stop it," Bakugo coughed again, "you sick bastard."

Kirishima sprinted full speed at Izuku, charging in for a tackle. Izuku jumped out of the way, resulting in Kirishima hitting the ground and summersaulting back up again. The whole process brought back the pain in his arm.

Stall. Was the only thought on Kirishima's mind.

"Why are you doing this?" He called out.

"Doing what?" Izuku circled Kirishima.

"Trying to kill us? What else!?" He lashed back.

"Of course that's how you see it. You act like I'm the one doing wrong."

"Uh- you ARE." Kirishima was confused.

"You're all so blind," he laughed, "It's everyone else's fault as to why I'm doing this."

Izuku looked away. Realization dawned on his face.

"You're trying to stall?" He smiled.

Shit. Kirishima glared at him.

"I'm smarter then I look!" Izuku rushed in on Kirishima.

"Obviously not smart enough if you think that knife is going to go through my hardening!" Kirishima got into battle stance.

"It won't last forever" Izuku hissed. 

Izuku clutched his fist into a punch, "I just have to wear that troublesome quirk down!"

He started a flurry of punching attacks.

"I thought you were all about kicking now?" Kirishima taunted.

Kirishima tried counter attacking, but Izuku was to fast for him, dodging every punch he was throwing.

I just have to stall long enough for Uraraka to come back with reinforcements.

But can I do that?

I'm already worn down form the injury on my shoulder.

"You seriously need a therapist." He yelled.

"Probably." Izuku aimed his punch at Kirishima's tender shoulder, he had avoided hardening that part, his stamina was already draining.

He yelled in pain.

Hurry up Uraraka.

"Haven't hardened your wound?  Good to know."

Hurry.

Izuku started aiming for his injured shoulder.

HURRY.

Kirishima stamina was evaporating quickly.

He couldn't hold up for much longer.

"You're weakening." Izuku whispered.

"Never." He growled back.

"I'll just put a little more into this."

Izuku lifted his fist.  Kirishima covered himself in defense.

But the fist was a trick, Izuku turned and kicked Kirishima with a 50% powered one for all kick into his side.

Kirishima fell the ground, and Izuku clutched his own leg.  He wondered what the damage to his leg was with his overpowered kick.

Kirishima lay limp on the ground.

Izuku reached down and grabbed Kirishima by his hair. He was breathing heavily, but to exhausted and hurt to move.

"I probably broke a few of your ribs. Yikes. Not that it matters"

Izuku started dragging Kirishima over to where Bakugo still lay on the ground.

Bakugo's eyes were closed.

Izuku looked down at him in, and kicked his side lightly.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

Bakugo's eyes cracked open.

"Oh great!" He smiled.

Bakugo's eyes widened in fear.

If Deku's right here that means... Kirishima.. lost.

"I see that look in your face! Kirishima isn't dead yet."

Bakugo sighed in relief.

"But he's about to be." He whispered, "and you can't save him."

Bakugo felt his eyes get wet with tears.

"Stop" he said softly.

Izuku looked at him in surprise, then laughed a little, "you don't sound like Kacchan! It seems you do have a heart after all!"

Izuku crouched down and picked up Kirishima by his hair again. He pulled out another knife from his pocket. He pressed it against Kirishima's neck.

"Don't." Bakugo spoke again.

"It's too late for that."

Kirishima opened his eyes softly. And gave Bakugo a weak smile.

I'm sorry Bakugo. Don't be sad about me, okay?

His silent message.

"STOP" Bakugo screamed.

"3" Izuku looked at Bakugo excitedly.

"No."

"2"

"No."

"1-"

Izuku's voice was muffled by something that didn't allow him to finish his words.

It was tape.

Sero's tape.

Izuku was pushed away from Kirishima. He started floating.

Uraraka.

Reinforcements.

Bakugo watched as Izuku was bound by Sero's tape as he floating in the air.

"About," Bakugo huffed out, very softly, "time."

He passed out.