BkDk thought of the Morning

Sometimes Izuku wakes up the sound of rain hitting the roof and Windows. It's still to dark to see anything besides the faintly glowing numbers of his alarm clock that tells him he still has hours before he has to get Up. He smiles to himself

and snuggles deeper into the blankets and the body at his back. The arm around his waist tightens for a moment before moving to catch his hand. A thumb starts gently rubbing over his palm and a kiss is pressed against his Neck. Izuku smiles again, feeling warm, and content,

And loved. He doesn't feel the need to say anything, Not right now in the early hours of the morning, and neither dies Kacchan. They've known each other for so long, have been together and loved each other that they understand each other without words. Slowly, Izuku falls Back

Asleep, the sound of the rain a soothing melody in his ear and His love a warm, and safe presence at his back.