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I held onto his hand as I felt my own blood wet underneath me. Our blood mixing together on the charred, cracked cement.
"Promise me you'll always love me, Katsuki" My voice called out, sound trembling from pain, fear and regret. I blinked, trying to cling onto what little life I had left. He gripped my hand with deathly strength, he screamed as he pushed himself on top of me in an attempt to get closer.
"Don't fucking say that."
Drip drip drip
The tears came. Huh, it's weird.. I've never seen him cry before, not in our last 3 years of living together. His bloodied face is now blooming with red. His eyebrows furrowed with the tightest clench.
"Katsuki." I croaked out. He shoved his face in the crook of my neck, despite it being painful for both of us, neither of us seemed to care.
I think about meeting him for the first time, it was at a hero training centre. He was an absolute brat this man. Lousy, egoistical, maniacal.
And to think... I married that same, egotistical, lousy man. Tamed into a matured, most caring man I could ever meet.
"Think about all the birds we could watch in heaven, kats." I mumbled, his slick hair practically drowning me. I used up all last of my strength to lift my trembling hand to caress his hair one last time. He smashed his bloodied lips onto mine in desperation as we both felt our souls dwindling.
I think about him cooking my favorite food on days I was too sick to even lift my head. He spoon fed me himself and fussed about tempature of the towel on my forehead. I think about him always gripping my hand when we went out in public because I had always been wary of paparazzis.
We part and I stare up at him, his tears and blood dripping onto my face and some into my mouth, making me taste the salty metallic.
"I'll find you, I swear to fucking god I'll find you in every lifetime, sweets. I swear, I swear... Please... Please, sweets." He started chanting desperately, I felt my tears flow freely now.
"I love you, kats"
"......sweets."
I remember saying "I do" and be bawled like a bab right in front of 150 guests. Everyone called that day "Blackmail jackpot."
My eyelids felt heavy, I felt his grip on me loosen as he dropped to the ground with shallowed breaths.
I'm yours, my hero. My soul will forever remember you, even if three thousand decades past. I'll find you again and again. I belong to you, my husband, my beloved, oh what a happy life I lived with you.
. . . . .
"Pro hero couple Dynamight and (Hero name) found dead in a lover's embrace at the scene! More on tonight's news!"