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Love is...
Love is always said to be nerve-wracking, a full roller coaster of emotions bulking up until you’re not able to decipher them and distinguish them from one another.
Love is endless support when you’re on your lowest and don’t know any other to reach out for but them.
Love is something magical, promised (and expected) since childhood from Disney films to old tales told by parents before going to sleep.
Love is everything and when they rip it off you, you’re left empty.
Right?
No
Bakugou would strongly disagree on that.
Love doesn’t make you weak, it builds a base in which you can rely on whenever you feel like faltering and get to recover.
Actually, he’d say that love comes from the smallest gestures, even the most ephemeral moments.
They just need to be shared between them.
Love is waking up one next to another. Arms tangled around each other, slow deep breathing brushing his neck.
Love is the moment in which both their looks meet as if they’d been looking all day for each other and they had finally found them.
Love is a brief tap in the shoulder, reminding of the other’s presence. He knows he’s there and he’s got his back.
Love is seeing him smile as he tells him about his day, wide exaggerated gestures filling up the room as laughter starts to envolve them.
Love is the feeling of him wrapping his arms around him from his back as he gets back from a long tiring day. And they just stay there.
Love is that and so much more.
Love is calmness, security, warmth.
Love is them.
Love is him.