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The redhead had noticed his boyfriends odd behavior starting yesterday. It was weird, one minute they’re laughing and joking around in the locker room after training, the next his boyfriend is completely quiet and dressing himself in the bathroom stall. He didn’t think much of it, he figured maybe his boyfriend had to pee and just decided to change there. He shrugged it off, not even giving it a second thought until this morning.
The morning was a normal school day, usually his boyfriend and him would get dressed and have breakfast before classes started but, this morning was different. This morning Eijirou was actually down before his boyfriend, and he hadn’t heard a single word from him in all morning, not a text, not a word, silence. His eyebrows furrowed in concern, his boyfriend is never late, he’s always here on time. It’s concerning really. But nonetheless he doesn’t call him, he figures maybe Izuku woke up a little late. And when Izuku comes down stairs in the morning acting jolly as usual he once again brushed his worries to the side. How silly of him. He’s fine.
Izuku was not fine.
Izuku has always been very self conscious, and bullying at a young age previous to his attendance at UA had certainly established his confidence levels to be at great lows. Izuku is pretty good at brushing things off though, so he’s not sure why he can’t do it right now. Maybe it’s the comment he hears in training about how his scars are unsightly , or maybe it’s the voice in his head that won’t be quiet. He’s not so sure but it has him thinking. He’s not good enough for himself, so he must not be good enough for Eiji, and he’s confused as to why his boyfriend even finds him remotely attractive.
Izuku is fat, his thighs are huge and pudgey, like jiggling jello or pudding, his stomach despite the new found muscle is still flabby, his arms are ridiculously short, as is the rest of his body. He’s pretty gross looking actually. But what’s really disgusting about Izuku is his scars. Jagged, angry, ranging in shape and size stretching all across his body, his scars. They disgust him, he was covered in so many of them, it was gross and unsightly. He wonders how Kirishima can even stand to look at him.
It’s upsetting to him, but he won’t mention it to his boyfriend. He knows deep inside that Kirishima loves him and would never ever say that he’s ugly, but he wonders if he secretly thinks it. Kirishima was so perfect, muscled build, chiseled chest, sharp jaw and cheek bones, toned calves and arms, beautiful eyes and eye lashes. Everything about his boyfriend was perfect, he could have anyone he wanted and yet he chose someone as unsightly as Izuku. He doesn’t deserve him.
The day is a blur, and again Izuku changes in the bathroom stall. Kirishima realizes he can no longer ignore that something is going on with his boyfriend. So, as soon as they are back in the dorms he heads to his boyfriends room and knocks softly. “Izu, baby? It’s me are you in there?” He asks softly. “Y-Yeah! Come in Ei!” When Kirishima opens the door the lights are off in Izukus room, and there is his boyfriend in the dark sitting in front of the mirror wrapped in a large blanket. “Izu? You okay baby?” Kirishima says lowering himself to look his boyfriend in his beautiful emerald eyes. “Mhm.” He murmurs softly. “I was worried about you today, you weren’t acting like yourself. You’d tell me if something was wrong right?” Izuku looks away, laughing nervously. “Nothings wrong.” He answers a little too quickly for Kiri’s liking. “Why are you sitting in front of the mirror baby? Please tell me what’s wrong.” And the tears pour out of Izuku like a flood gate. Soft hiccups and sobs leave his lips.
“ Ei .” He rasps out holding his arms out for Kirishima to pull into his own. “Yes Izu? Talk to me babe.” He says softly as he brushes strands of Izuku's unruly green curls from his face. “You deserve so much better than me.” It startles the redhead immediately. “What are you talking about?” And Izuku sniffles biting his wobbly lips and turning his gaze away from his lovers eyes. “I’m so ugly E-Ei, you, you deserve so much better than me.” Kirishima's eyes start to water too. “What do you mean baby? You’re beautiful.” Izuku hiccups and hurried his face into Kirishima's neck. “M’So f-fat and ugly, and my scars—“ “are beautiful, your scars are beautiful.”
Kirishima lifts Izuku's face using his index finger to pull his chins up and forwards. “How long have you been feeling like this babe? Why didn’t you come and talk to me?” He says letting a couple tears leak from his own watery eyes. Izuku shrugs guiltily. “Izuku, I love you so much, you know that right?” Izuku shrugs again. Kirishima feels a pang of hurt in his chest. His boyfriend didn’t feel good enough, this wasn’t right. He had to fix this.
So he lifts his boyfriend from the floor shocking him. “E-Ei put me down! I’m—I’m heavy!” A soft growl leaves the read heads lips as he tosses his boyfriend on the bed. “Stop talking about yourself like that.” He whispers in a low voice before plopping himself on top of the boy. “You’re so beautiful Izuku.” Connecting their lips he holds his lover close in his arms.
Midoriya is crying. Tears leaking out of his eyes, and his boyfriend is holding him, until suddenly he’s not and he’s holding his arms up in the air. “You’re not fat, you’re just building muscle. I love your muscle.” Kirishima says kissing his boyfriends biceps and trailing kisses down his arms. “Your scars, they’re so beautiful. I love them, they’re apart of you, and I think they’re perfect.” He whispers huskily as he plants kisses up and down all of the scars on Izuku's arms and hands.
Midoriya is trembling. Shaking as he pulls a fistful of Kirishima's hair. Soft, subtle, and gentle kisses are placed on every visible scar showing from his clothing. And slowly Kirishima is undressing him, of course not before making sure Izuku is okay with it. His shirt comes off, and Izuku feels bare, he feels so self conscious that he reaches to cover his chest and stomach as much as he can, but his boyfriend pins his arms back over his head in a show of dominance.
“Stop, I want to see you. All of you.” He leans down and begin to trail kisses down from the boys pale neck to his chest, to the scars and the freckles plastered all over Izuku's chest and stomach.
“ Beautiful .” He whispers.
“ Perfect .” He praises.
His boyfriend is a work of art, and if he’ll allow it, he’d like to show him just how much he’s worth. “Ei– nhg— this is embarrassing!–“ Izuku says, but he doesn’t fight his boyfriend.
Off come Izuku's pants and Kirishima is staring hungrily down at his boyfriend. Izuku feels tears prick at his eyes. “My thighs are huge— don’t look.”
“I can’t look away.” Kirishima says leaning down to press kisses on milky white thighs. “So gorgeous .”
Sharp teeth press themselves into Izuku's inner thigh causing the other teen to let out a gasp. Hickies, dark and purple, Kirishima is leaving them all over his lovers thighs. Bite marks too. He wants to decorate his lovers beautiful body with his mouth, cover him with affection and hold him close.
“Izuku, I love you so much. You’re so stunning.” Izuku is sobbing at this point, happy tears though instead of sad ones. “I love you and your body, how’d I get so lucky to have you.” Izuku wails softly and his boyfriend continues his loving assault even flipping him over to kiss his back and leave even more hickeys. Kirishima goes at it for a long while before pulling the boy into his arms and holding him closer tracing every freckle, every dot, every line curve and scar on his body. “I adore you.” He whispers huskily into Midoriya's sensitive ears.
It’s the truth. Eijirou worships Izuku like a god, he loves every curve, crevice, scar, freckle, and dimple on the boys body. And even if they weren’t there he’d love him equally as much. All night he whispers words of praise into his boyfriend's ears, and he truly means it.
If his boyfriend was a god he’d worship his shrine. And even now as he’s not a god he worships the very ground he walks on.
When Izuku falls asleep curled into his chest Eijirou smiles softly and kisses his temple before whispering soft nothings of how much he worships him.
Izuku was a god in his eyes.
“ Let me build you a shrine .” He murmurs sleep deprived before caving into a deep sleep.