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Blood and Coffee

Coffee and Blood

I’m brought from the inside of my head to reality as my way-too-loud alarm rings from my nightstand. I nearly throw my arm onto the clock and squint my eyes so I can see which button to press to turn it off. As the room becomes silent, I lay back down in bed but make sure to keep my eyes open. There’s no way I can fall back asleep and be late for work again.
Too many co-workers and bosses have been fired because of the crimes they committed. A simple doctor’s appointment revealed that their blood was dark red or even sometimes black.
The darker the blood, the most sinful of crimes committed. 
The company I work for has been doing weekly blood tests and luckily, mine is still white with the slightest dash of pink. I’m often asked why it isn’t white. It’s only because I got married to Katsuki in his parents’ backyard before gay marriage was legalized, so technically it was a crime and permanently stained my blood. Ludicrous if you ask me. 
An arm wraps around my side and I turn my head to see my husband cuddling up to me. Such a sleepyhead, he always has been since I met him in high school. 
“You know I have to get up, and so do you.” He shakes his head in response but loosens his grip around me. I hate having to leave him for even an hour, but the bills must be paid. 
“Carpe diem, Amica mea” Seize the day, my love. One of the only things we learned in our stupidly prestigious school. Latin, such a useless language. At least we can have private conversations with each other and no one else in the room can understand. 
My sandy-blonde-haired love nods and sits up. His bangs slightly cover his eyes and the rest of his hair is in tangles, ending just below his ears. Perfect, really. I sit up as well and give him a peck on the lips before getting out of bed, and opening the curtains in our bedroom. Pulling them to the sides of the window, I hear Kat stretching his arms and then walking over to me. Still sleepy, he puts his head on my shoulder and looks out the window. 
“I don’t think this view will ever tire me out,” he mumbles with a small sigh.
I look over at him and raise my eyebrows a little. “I don’t think this view will ever tire me out either” I reply, looking him up and down. The color in Katsuki’s cheeks rises a little and he playfully punches me. 
“You’re so stupid, shitty hair”
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too.”
I watch as my blonde lover slips one of my hoodies over his body, and pushes his arms into the sleeves. “I’m going to use the bathroom, can you get the coffee running?” he questioned. I nod my head and give him one last kiss before heading to the kitchen. 
Katsuki and I got an espresso maker from his parents last Christmas and I use it nearly every day. Somehow, Kat drinks coffee plain and bitter. Just thinking about the taste makes me gag. I pull two mugs out of our cabinet, both white with little gold lines running horizontally across them. I press a few buttons on my machine, while I have to put the coffee grounds into a filter and then into the maker itself. Making coffee shouldn’t be so tedious and time-consuming, I often tell Katsuki. 
“Ah shit. Fucking hell” I hear from the bathroom. I stop what I’m doing and run down the hall to the bathroom as fast as I can. Painful thoughts fill my head. Is he hurt? Did he fall and crack his head open, now bleeding all over the floor? Opening the door as dashing in, I see some of the darkest blood I’ve ever seen in my life drip out of Katsuki’s arm. I freeze, eyes widened, unable to do anything except stare. 
“B-Babe, what happened?” I ask. My eyes still focused on the blood that Katsuki cleans up with a hand towel. He looks over at me and then down at his blood. 
“Oh,” he comments to himself. “Oh…” he says again, laughing a little to himself. 
He looks down at his cut again, the shiny, black liquid coming out of his arm less and less now. 
“You know I didn’t do anything horrid right?” He questions, looking over at me with a small smile and a tilt of his head. 
I reach for the bathroom drawer, where we keep a small knife for emergencies. I open the drawer and take it out, not taking my eyes off of him. I grip the handle as solidly as I can, although my whole body is shaking, “I-I’m not so sure, the blood never lies, Bakugou” I reply, hating that I used his maiden name. 
Katsuki’s eyebrows furrow a bit and he remains sitting on the ledge of the tub, the white hand towel now stained gray and black. 
“Babe,” he says to me sternly. “I’ve been illegally downloading music since middle school. I’ve never murdered anyone or vandalized anything or stole anything. I understand why you’d be so scared but jeez, a knife. Really?”
I place the knife back in the drawer. I can’t fucking believe it. I start cracking up, unable to stop. “Seriously? That’s a crime?” I ask and he nods in response. “I can’t even-” I mutter to myself before my laughing fit continues again.
“The shaving razor slipped out of my wet hands and cut my arm, can you get me a bandaid?” Kat questions and I nod, going through the first-aid kit and pulling out one. I place it across his arm the best I can and stand up, holding a hand out for him. My blonde love takes it and hoists himself up, a small and rare smile showing on his face. 
He looks up at me and with a tilt of his head says “The coffee better be done"