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The year is 2026. Approximately 17 years after the volcano incident. Neither you nor Albert liked to talk about it, although it was hard to ignore considering both of you had scars all over your bodies from the lava. You had it worse, considering your strain of the Uroboros (that he had manufactured specifically for you) was significantly weaker than his. Though none of the scars hurt either of you anymore. Well, you assume they don't hurt Albert. He's much stronger than you. But if they did, he was damn good at hiding it.
Sometimes he likes to think about what would have happened if none of that happened. Would you and him rule the world together? Would the two you be able to kick back and relax whenever? What all would change? Would he truly have been able to become a true god? The possibilities truly were endless.
Albert sighed, forcefully pushing aside his train of thought as he ran a hand over his face and looked over to the red blinking alarm clock on the beside table. You'd gone to shower 36 minutes and 16 seconds ago. 17, now.
His brows furrowed as he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and walking swiftly to the bathroom door. He raised his fist and knocked three times, like he always has. He called out your name and waits a second before adding. "You've been in there for quite some time. Is everything alright?"
When there was no response, he didn't hesitate to open the door and stride towards the still-running shower. It took him all of 4-5 steps to get there, grabbing the edge of the curtain and practically ripping it open. You were curled up in the corner, your knees up against your chest while your head rested on them. Your eyes were closed and your body was limp. At first, he assumed the worst. Did you forget to take your medication? Did your body stop working with the strain of Uroboros running in your veins? Did you simply have a heart attack?
Albert let out the breath he didn't know he was holding when he noticed your back rising and falling rhythmically. He turned the knobs until the water shut off and stepped inside the shower to hook one arm under your knees and the other around your back as he carried you out of the bathroom.
Once in the bedroom, he didn't bother changing you into your pajamas, tucking you tightly into the sheets of the bed before walking around the other side and climbing into the space beside you.