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You were looking in the mirror at your stretch marks, one of your biggest insecurities. They lay distributed amongst your hips, arms, and shoulders, with a few on your chest as well. You thought of how so many others didn’t have any. You wished your skin could be as spotless and flawless. Your eyes started to well and as you felt yourself spiraling you heard the door open. “Hey-“ You turned around teary eyed and panic struck Bakugo’s face. “W-what? Did I do something??” You looked down and told him, “I hate my stretch marks. I wish I didn’t have them. So many other people don’t...” “LISTEN TO ME!” he yelled and it shocked you. He softened and cleared his throat before continuing, “I don’t give a shit about what anyone else has. You’re mine and I love you no matter what. You’re the only one that I give any fucks about and your stretch marks are cool. You’re beautiful.” You ran into his arms and buried your face in his chest. “Thank you,” you whispered. He pulled back before yelling (in an effort to cheer you up) “TICKLE FIGHT!” “KATSUKI NO-“ you couldn’t finish what you were saying because of the amount of laughing you were doing. He started to chuckle a bit too. You both fought back and forth, tickling each other until you both collapsed onto the bed, laughing before falling asleep in each other’s embrace.