You know what I'm thinking of. Bakugou coming behind you while you're doing dishes. Your hands are all soapy and you're tired and he just covers your hands with his and grabs whatever dish is in your hands and just puts it in the sink. His chin is on your shoulder and he just takes your hands and removes them from the sink and just holds you while the water runs. The lights are low and the ac is humming and the water is running and he's just holding you, your back to his warm chest. Your hands are wet and would be growing cold but his hands are warm too, calloused and firm, thumb rubbing circles into the inside of your wrist, his breath in your ear.
"I got it," he says after a minute, but it's late, you're melting into one another in the low light of your apartment and you laugh, a small puffed thing that goes almost unheard under the sound of the rushing water.
"Yeah?"
He turns the water off, and outside somewhere a cricket starts, and he sways with you to the sound. "Yeah."
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"What's wrong with you?" Twenny hears Seventeen ask Fiftys. "That's a longer face than the Long-necks necks if I've ever seen one."
"Twenny keeps carrying Tennie everywhere", Fiftys mutters.
"Jealous? And here I thought he got Tennie because you absolutely refused to be babied."
"Ew, no", Fiftys says. "But at this rate Tennie will forget how to walk, and then they will take him away, and then Twenny will cry."
Twenny grips Tennie tighter.
"He will not", he says. "And even if he does, I will keep carrying him. He's small."
"He won't be small forever", Seventeen points out. Twenny grips Tennie even tighter.
"He's my little brother", he says, or more states. "I will always carry him."
Seventeen decides to leave it at that, and that's just how Twenny likes it.
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"You're gonna have to start carrying him on your back soon", Sixies says. "He's getting long. He looks like one of those bugs, with his legs sticking out like that."
Twenny knows that Tennie is sticking his tongue out at Sixies from where he is resting his head against Twenny's shoulder, his arms around Twenny's neck.
"He's too cute to look like a bug", Twenny says. "And I will carry him how I like."
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He does have to start carry him on his back eventually. At that point Twenny is Cody and Tennie is Fox, and everyone has been telling him that he's just being stubborn and that it was already time for him to stop carrying Fox around like a tubie.
It's way too early for Cody, still.
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"I didn't know you were such a light-weight", Wolffe teases Fox, as Cody drags him out of 79's.
"Don't bully him", Cody tells Wolffe. "I've seen you under the table too many times for you to be able to say anything."
Wolffe just rolls his eyes as Cody pulls Fox onto his back.
"I'm taking you to our barracks for tonight", Cody says. "You can go back to the Guard's base in the morning."
Fox hums something against the back of Cody's neck. He really is light, Cody thinks then, and he cranes his head back to look at Fox. The only thing he can see is his little brothe's bangs.
"They feeding you enough here?" He asks, and Fox hums something again, too far gone to actually answer, and Cody hoists him higher and tells himself to ask again in the morning.
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"Don't you think I'm a bit too big for this now?" Fox asks him, his voice coming muffled from where he is speaking against Cody's pauldron.
"Never", Cody answers instantly. "You're my little brother. You cannot be too big for this."
"Okay", Fox answers, and then he is quiet, as Cody carries him up to the higher levels, where the Guard's medics are already coming towards them.
Cody feels weird when he puts Fox down on the gurney. Tight. Too light, like there is a chunk of his flesh suddenly missing.
He ignores it. Fox just has a light concussion and a sprained ankle. He could've gotten himself out of there by himself, by all accords, not that it had mattered to Cody in the slightest. Fox is his little brother. Of course Cody can come and carry him back home.
Fox is fine, and Cody is right there, his hands ready to reach.
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His dreams have shifted, lately. Almost every night, Cody is standing there, alone, his hands reaching for something, but his arms stay empty, too empty, too light. There is a piece of Cody missing, a piece that is almost the size of himself, if not at the same time impossibly bigger, a gaping wound in his flesh that will not heal.
It will not heal even when he is awake, now, spilling his blood freely wherever he goes, leaving a trail behind him that only he can see.
Cody knows grief. He knows it like it's the second nature of him by now, but something is wrong with it this time. It's like he is already grieving, even though nothing has yet happened.
His General looks at him, sometimes, and from the look in his eyes Cody wonders if he can see the blood as well, if he somehow knows that this is Cody's destiny, and that there is nothing he or anyone else can do about it.
Cody carries it, like the soldier he is.
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CC-2224 carries it, like the brother he is, and he tries to understand how something can be too light and too heavy at the same time.
Perhaps it is just like how he can be a big brother without a little brother, his arms heavy with the emptiness they now carry.
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