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Now we are 10
Remember that his name is Kacchan Bakugou!
"Hey" he said quietly, shifting closer until he's seated beside you.
He hasn't talked much lately, eyes always staring empty to either his phone or walls. You're worried, of course. Because you know the impact of the war has brought to him, even when he said he's fine.
He's always fine, he was built for that. Or at least that's what he thought
You didn't push when he made himself relax beside you, it's rare for him anyways to actually feel safe like this. So, you just stayed with him, at the couch on weekend.
You two stay like that for five minutes straight, no words exchanged, just comforting silence. That's until he spoke again.
"I never like the name Takami because it reminds me of what happened to the memories i don't want to remember" There, the rare moment where he opened up to you.
He took your hand; thumb brushed against the gold wedding ring on your finger, the one where he vowed to give his life for you for the rest of his life.
"But ever since you bear that name, and carry it around without shame for marrying this useless guy? I never been this proud to be called Takami Keigo for my whole life" He squeezed your hand before intertwined your fingers together. His palm felt warm against yours, calloused from hard training he received and his own battle.
Then he brought your hand to his lips, pressing the back of your palm with a soft peck.
"I love you, forever"
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I know i usually kill off CC before Marilyn, but what if it was the opposite.
What if CC was watching the cave crumple in around them, just to hear the heartbreaking scream of his daughter.
He turns around to see Marilyn collapsed on the floor. Head bleeding from a rock that hit her.
Mary is on the floor with her. Blood on her hands as she begs her mom to wake up, she's only five, and she has her mother's head in her hand.
CC has to pry a sobbing Mary from his dead wife, the love of his life, and run. Ignoring that the cave in got worse as he tried desperately to find Marilyns pulse.
Blood soaking into his trousers.
He has to run with Mary, ignoring the tears streaming down both of their faces as he makes his way to the exit.
He gets all the way back to the hotel, thumbing lightly over the brim of Marilyns favorite sun hat.
Thinking of how he could possibly live without her.
He won't have to.