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bkg’s battle prowess is one to behold, but deku appreciates the understated, mundane things about bkg even more. the way he brushes his teeth like it’s the last time he ever will, the way he folds his dinner napkins in half after using them. +
the way his voice sounds when he curses after getting a paper cut, the way he smacks the back of their tv when the channel refuses to change, the way he whistles when he’s waiting for the water to boil, the way he puts his shoes on the shelf leaning heel-up against the back. +
the way he jams his thumb onto the snooze button when he forgets to turn off the alarm clock on a sunday, the way he prefers his extra spicy cod roe heaped onto the top of a rice dish, the way he clutches the steering wheel until he leaves an imprint in the leather. +
the way his face becomes so unguarded as the night pulls him into sleep, the way his left leg dangles off the bed outside of the blanket, the way his hands feel as they press into deku’s waist to bring himself closer, the way his lips feel when they hover over deku’s collarbone.+
deku thinks himself to be the luckiest person alive, to be able to see this side of bkg that no one else truly gets. to perceive bkg in such a way that he’s not just a pro hero kicking ass 24/7, but a man that he loves with all his heart and soul and body. +
the details of their life together blur and shift like sand in an hourglass, but deku feels as if time is not moving just for their sake. in all these little moments, they exist as a hundred lifetimes, or even more. they blend into one another so easily that it startles him. +
deku counts his blessings, and if he could hold them in his hands, he’d never let them go. that’s how precious this life is to him — how precious it is to have this love. the kind of love that grows louder in the quieter moments. the kind of love that is theirs, and theirs alone.
