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You wake up and it’s a Sunday. The sun’s beaming in through the window, but not so bright that it seems like mid or early afternoon. No, by the way the warm hues of the curtain are still translucent, it’s early. The sun is still low. Which means you still have the opportunity to sneak out of bed while he’s sound asleep.
You look over at him only to see his large, stagnant form. The only sound in the room is his gentle breathing. The only movement is the dust particles in the air and the subtle rhythmic movement of his shoulders, up and down.
You gently, ever so gently, creep out of bed and peek over at him, ensuring that he is in fact, a hundred percent asleep. When you see his relaxed face, full of trust and vulnerability, you almost sigh with content.
His long, dark lashes and spray of freckles complement his inky green hair so well it makes you want to reach out and kiss him. But you don’t, because you’re adamant about not ruining the surprise.
As you're running through the list of breakfast options in your head, you feel a large arm wrap around your waist and yank you back into bed. The loud “yelp!” You let out sounds extremely helpless and high-pitched. “Izuku!” You groan as you scramble around in his arms, turning to face him.
“You know you can’t get anything past me.” He remarks smugly. You kiss your teeth. “I just wanted to do sum’ nice for your birthday zu’.” He wraps his arms around you tighter. At this point, you’ve given up the struggle, allowing yourself to fully sink into him.
“You don’t have to do anything love, just this is enough.”
“This?”
“This. Being here with you on a Sunday morning. Feelin’ you, just like this.” He runs his hand over your stomach, making you giggle. You can’t even pretend to be annoyed.
“You sound perverted,” you say, eliciting an offended reaction from Izuku. He lets out a short huff. “Shhhhhh. Shut up. Your changing the subject.”
You make a face of disbelief. “Me? Changing the subject? Why I never!” He follows your dramatic movements as you try to sell your point. “You're literally doing it right now, y/n.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh.”
“Nuh uh!”
“Yuh huh!”
You two go back and forth like this for a while like five year olds before he eventually gives up. You bask in immature glory. “Woo!” You shot up, arms outstretched in victory.
“Anyway,” you say, flopping back into bed. “Ya’ know what we should do?”
“What?”
“Something for your birthday!”
Izuku let out a drawn out groan. “We been through this already.” You sat up. “Just let me take care you zuku’! Let us take care of you. We could get all our friends together and go shopping and go to the movies and get food and and—“ “y/n” He gently grasps both your hands, looking at you with an expression much more serious than the playful look he’s had all morning.
“I appreciate it. I do. But on my day off I really just wanna stay inside with you my love.” Your expression changes to one of surprise. You hadn’t considered the fact that you were projecting your idea of a good time onto him. “Oh.” You feel flustered, and honestly, a little embarrassed at this. “Yeah. Yeah, we can stay inside. I’m sorry for pushing.”
His face sinks into one of concern. “No! No, your fine my love. I understand that you just want me to have fun. But this is what I need right now.” You look up at him from your downcast disposition and give him a small smile. “Okay?” He says, kissing your hand. “Okay.”
You let him fold you into his arms like a dumpling, settling back into bed. “Do you have work today?” He asks gently. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He chuckles at that, sighing and burrowing his head deep into your neck. The whole world is motionless, watching the two of you and sighing in agreement. This is how things are meant to be. Everything is right in the world. You sigh with it, turning around to peck him on the nose.
“I love you.” The words aren’t enough to convey the amount of feelings you have for him. They’ll never be enough. But you say them all the same, starting deep into his eyes, hoping he can grasp the ocean of emotions you're attempting to convey.
“I love you too.” He seems to understand it, to catch all of the emotion present in your words and in your everlasting gaze. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispers. You whisper the words back at him repeatedly like a prayer. He holds your words right next to his heart, cherishing them like no other.