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kyoka-jirou · 1 year

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i’m going to cry! :) violent sobs are escaping my chest and i am unwell.

where are you? where are you? find me please, i can’t go back to sleep without you | midoriya izuku.

It was the type of love that made you feel immortal, like you could take on anything, but all of it will remain, unsullied in the halls of your memory.

He will be here, in your heart and soul, always.

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one part of an incoming anthology series! song lyrics are IKEA date by swmrs.

warnings: mentions/implications of death and tragedy, mentions and depictions of grief, mourning, and heartbreak.

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Midoriya’s childhood room was just as it had always been, if only a bit older.

The shelves with spare parts for his creations, volumes of his favorite classics, articles on intricate theories, trinkets with made up names; they all gather in disquiet, waiting, as if each one has plucked its eyes open after a long rest and has come to discover the world was, and is not, how it has been left, but instead three inches too far out of place. The type of change you cannot ignore once seen, once felt, becoming unbearable; a hip into a table, a shoulder into a door frame, a mind gazing into history’s looking glass.

His bulletin board is tacked with photos, and notes, and essays, and ideas, dozens of pivotal times that commanded the course of your existences, twisted your strings into melodies bound by skin; Uraraka mid-stumble on a skate losing a wheel, Mina in the background as serene as the sea; Todoroki eating Bakugou’s spiciest concoction on a dare, with nonchalant abandon; Eri, Shinsou, Yamada and Aizawa at her sixteenth birthday, covered head to toe in glitter and confetti; Bakugou, through a door crack, reading a romance novel, his notes and analysis written in the margins; You and him within the forest, camping, leaning back as the fire surged, just in time for the camera to catch the fall of his marshmallow and collapsing of your tent.

It had been the time of your lives, before all this, before the hurt, before prophecy to fruition. But then again, you suppose, for anyone who is blind-sighted by tragedy, for anyone nipped too young and too harshly by destiny’s picky hand, it always is.

To be undeniably human is to have experienced all that comes with loss—which means having to have lived through the after.

His mother sits next to you on the bed, smoothing pristine but outdated patterned sheets, and says nothing while she cradles the hoodie he often wore; gotten at a time that Midoriya, truthfully, believed that All Might’s design team had seen better days, but none that had been none better than the beginning, because the beginning is alway the best part of the story.

In the beginning, there is unchained potential, all yours to do anything you wish. Nothing, but the world waiting to be brought to its knees.

She strokes the fabric, running her fingers along the seams, over the haphazardly done and amateurish repairs once made by his unpracticed hands, across the flap of the tag, where he’d written his fate in tiny letters—MIDORIYA IZUKU, FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO.

“I think,” Your throat feels filmy, your voice raw, words sticking to the meat of your tongue moments before the escape. They paw at you, struggling, and you take the second to scrounge up what’s left, like someone who’d sifted through the couch for a last chance to find loose change. “I think in another unive—if I—if he—we tried and I don’t—”

“I know.”

She sits with her back straight, head bowed down to allow her dark locks to hide her face. Tears smatter across the hoodie’s front, a canvas of endless agony. This is how it is to love and to lose and misplace the compass engraved with a heartbeat. This is how people trip and find one another.

“I know.” She says again, and you glance at the hand that wipes at her eyes, wringing your own. “He wouldn’t have changed a thing, that boy. He was always so stubborn. He would’ve loved you and went out all the same, if it meant he got to experience it all over again.”

She looks over now, nose blotched with pink and eyes shiny. Her hands shake as she reaches to squeeze an arm. “I know.” Her smile is tiny, like broken pieces without glue. “He would tell me about you and it would be like the sun had nothing against his smile. I am so honored to know my son fell in love with someone like you. Thank you for loving my boy.”

Hours feel like blinks when discussing things that matter, but sooner or later, you spend days at home, trying to live with the fact that everywhere you are, he’d been once, too. It will never go away, this ache, but his hoodie is a comfort, a piece of him you have not allowed time to touch, and even though it is not what you want, and what you want cannot be attained, you sleep with it on, you savor the smell of him on the threads. Lavender and honey, lavender and honey and heartache all wrapped up into one.

He had told you once, that when he was a kid, before he learned to talk, to walk, to hope and yearn for something so much bigger than himself, that he wanted—and was going to—change the world. That he wanted to be the history-maker type of man.

But behind his legacy and the fame, this is all that’s left for you, these memories and belongings, all of his goodness wafting away into the world, into your clothes, through his friends—through his work, and his sacrifices.

This is what it meant to be a hero—to lose, to have left something behind. There are things that say heroes are never meant to be happy, but Midoriya Izuku was happiness molded into voice, into body, into being. Sometimes the stories should be wrong. Sometimes they can be. Sometimes they’re not.

(Where’s a love too big for the body supposed to go now?

If not poured straight into him; nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.)

You’d, perhaps, imagined it, but for a moment—for the tiniest of seconds, amidst the silence, and devouring of you within the the cotton’s hold, there had been a warmth, like he was still here, holding your hand.

You say nothing, placing your palms together, imagining that if you’d closed your eyes tight enough, wished hard enough, you could intertwine your fingers, trace his knuckles, have him back.

(“I’m going to change the world one day, help so many people,” he said, and grinned as he forced the curls of his hair into your face as he buried his own into your neck. “Just watch me.”

Your fingers threaded through the green, lightly scratching at his scalp as you pressed a kiss to his head. “I’ve no doubt. And even when you get a big ego and puff up your chest like Toshinori did, I’ll love you through it all.”

There’s a nip at your shoulder, a smidge of laughter. “Even when I’m old and need help walking down the stairs?”

“Until you can barely remember what it was like not to feel like this, being loved like this,”

“Are you saying that you love me Plus Ultra?”

You groan, shoving him away from you before bringing him back in for a soft kiss, thumb pressed into his cheek. “Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. Let it be known, the future number one hero is in love,”

“With you? Infinitely.”)

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Comforting you after a Nightmare

Cause happy 2k followers to me, and I am awake at 4:30 for the past hour because of a nightmare my brain decided to manufacture. Either who... Here you go. Inspired by an ask from the amazing @izukuisbaby sorry for literally only giving this months later babes! I'm back.

MHA Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro

Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya had just gotten to sleep not even two hours before, having come in the early hours of the morning from a late shift at his hero office. He had slipped into bed with you, curling up behind you, holding you as his mind drifted to an expanse of nothingness.

However, he would have slept much better if the patter of your feet wasn't going around the bedroom. Midoriya opened his tired jade eyes, they didn't sparkle like they normally did when he slept well. He rubbed his eyes, burning from exhaustion. He lifted his head slightly once he noticed that he was holding one of your big teddy bear stuffies and not actually you. He frowned.

He looked up to find that you were walking around the expanse of your shared bedroom with your phone flashlight dimmed as you shone it in corners of your room you couldn't see or by the curtains. You stood walking in one of Midoriya's t-shirts that read 'Sleeping Shirt' .

Midoriya sat up slowly with a grumble. "Dumpling, wha-" His gravelly voice started. Midoriya wasn't even one second into speaking and his head was immediately targeted by a slipper, knocking him back into bed with a nice solid:

THWACK!

You had thrown one of your sleepers at the noise the moment it had appeared. You gasped as you stood back up straight. "Izuku!" You let out in shock. You quickly moved towards him, moving to his bedside to turn on the side lamp. Your husband of two years groaned as he lay back on his pillow. You lifted the slipper off the bed and quickly put his face in your hands. "Are you alright, my love?"

Midoriya struggled to open his eyes due to the new light, but he did so just so that he could see your face. He lifted his hands shakily up to hold onto yours that held his face. He blinked for a moment, taking in your features. "Congratulations, you just successfully took down the Number One hero of Japan." He let out sleepily. You smiled at the comment with a slight giggle. Midoriya smiled, seeing you smile and giggle. Midoriya pushed himself up with one hand to look at you. "Real talk, dumpling." He said as he rubbed the front of his face by the bridge of his slightly skewed nose that had taken one too many hits from villains. "What are you doing awake?" He asked.

You sighed. "Sorry I woke you up, 'Zuzu." You tell him quietly. You sat down on the bed with a slump. "I was checking our room."

"For what?" He asked with a yawn.

"Demons." Midoriya blinked at you for a solid few seconds, thinking he hadn't heard you correctly. "I'm serious, Izuku. They could come out of anywhere. We have to be prepared. Where's that bible your mother used to pester you about reading? It could-"

"Honey..." Midoriya started with a soft smile. "You are aware that your husband is a hero right?" He asked taking your hands together, calming you down. You hesitated but nodded. "You are aware that I would protect you with my life, right?" He asked you. You nodded your head. "Then why are you so worried?"

"B-but what if you aren't there Izuku?" You started quietly. You looked down away from him. Midoriya froze for a moment. It was something that often plagued your mind. What was the point of him telling you he would always be there, that your Number One Hero husband would save you, if he wasn't always there. If he was out saving the world and not saving you. "What if I'm alone. You weren't here when I went to bed and you weren't there in my dream. I was all alone." You said quietly.

Midoriya was quiet alongside you for a moment. He smiled gently, that smile that he used whenever he knew he had to be braver than he felt and greater than he seemed. "You know what helps me when I feel alone and scared?" He asked you. You shook your head. "I remember that I have you. In every nightmare that I have..." He looked down at your joined hands. His scarred hands and calloused fingers rubbing your knuckles gently. "In every... evil nightmare of me never being able to get to you in time..." You paused at his confession. "Every nightmare of you never being by my side. Of the people we love not being by my side. You know what I do? Well first I wake up to stop myself from absolutely crying a river, but then I see you." He looked up at you with genuine admiration and love. "I realise, that I'm not alone. That all those nightmares are fake and are being used against me. Cause in reality, you and I are stronger than anything there is out there." He whispered down to you, placing his forehead against yours. "You and I, my love... will always have each other even when we are millions of worlds apart. I will always come back to you, one way or another." He placed a kiss against your forehead as he pulled you to sit in his lap and he held you in his arms.

You buried your face in his warm chest and took in a breath and released a shaky one. "Thank you, Izu." You whisper.

"Always, my love." As he held you, keeping his head resting on top of your own, you didn't see the hauntingly serious expression on his face. Eyes sparking with electricity and face rid of any smile. He closed his eyes, promising himself that he would make a greater effort to himself to be there for you more often. "Always."

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou had relatively been a light sleeper since his U.A days. He didn't hesitate for even a moment. He was probably the most paranoid person to ever be with. He would make sure everything was in place. Nothing was out of order. Everything and everyone was where they should be.

Hell some nights he would even spy on the neighbours to make sure they weren't doing/planning anything suspicious before the two of you went to bed. (Your neighbours were the Midoriyas so you weren't exactly surprised). He was sceptical of everything.

He saw all, knew all, heard all.

So it was no surprise that he woke up in the dead middle of the night and noticed that you weren't in bed.

Bakugou's crimson eyes opened without hesitation when he felt a particular draft of air that shouldn't exist in his room that night. His gaze moved to your side of the bed that was empty with only the imprint of your form left behind. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat up, looking around the room in surveillance.

Finally he relaxed when he noticed you were sitting by the windowceil looking out the window that was now open. You were silent as you looked out into the calm hero neighbourhood. Your face was sad and slightly emotionless as you looked out.

With the adrenalin lowering in his system, Bakugou rubbed his eyes. Fatigue hitting him from being awake in the middle of the night. He moved silently and carefully, out of bed. He pushed the covers and walked over to you.

You knew he was there. He might have been an ace at stealth when he wanted to be and the Number Two Hero in Japan but he was still your husband before all that. "Baby..." Bakugou's walked up behind you, putting a hand to your shoulder. "Why are you awake?" His gravelly voice asked.

You looked back up at him with a small smile, before looking back out the window. "I just had a bad dream Katsu, I promise I'll be back in bed soon. Go back to sleep, my love." You squeezed his hand with your own. "You have work early tomorrow."

"Today. I have work in a few hours." He corrected you. "But... that's not important right now." He carefully settled in front of you. He sat there, moving to keep a hand on you at all times, one on your thigh for good measure. His face was gentle and without any other worry but that of your well being. His blond hair was illuminated by the moonlight making it seem more of a platinum blond than ashen. "What was the dream about?"

You were silent for a moment, not having any particular look on your face. "Remember... remember that one time when we were still dating when we discussed about having kids?" He hummed, acknowledging that he did remember. "Well I had a dream that we had kids and-"

"Wow, that's your definition of a nightmare?" He asked amused with a raised eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him. "Katsuki! That's not the point. It wasn't the bad part."

"Oh..." He leaned back folding his arms over his chest. "So you do still want kids with me?" He asked with the the smuggest grin on his face. "Well if that's what it is, you don't have to be distressed, sweetheart, I can give them to you." Heat sprung up your neck and face. You swatted his thigh pushing him away (unsuccessfully). He laughed with a big smile at your reaction. You pulled your legs to your chest as you looked away from him. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. What was the bad part?" He calmed down.

You let out a breath and closed your eyes. You tightened your hold on yourself. "I dreamt that I lost you." You whispered but it was loud enough for the pro to hear. He paused, his face falling at the statement. "I couldn't handle it. Handle seeing the commission at my door step knowing you wouldn't come back home. I couldn't handle seeing all our friends, our family, even our children asking me why you weren't home yet. I didn't know what to do." You whispered. "It scared the shit out of me. Cause what if it happens and I'm a mess. That I ruin our family all because I don't know how to live without you."

Bakugou was quiet for a moment. His mind processing your confession and how you were feeling. He let out a sigh. "Cupcake, I won't lie to you and say that it's impossible. This job is dangerous, it's deadly and it'll leave everyone I love worried. I know that. You know that." You nodded looking away from you. "But..." He took your hands in his own, pulling your attention back to him. "You know me, babe. You know just how much of a stubborn bastard I am. You really think I would let death take me without cussing out his mother to his face?" You chuckled, shaking your head knowing very well that your husband was correct. if there was one think Bakugou Katsuki was good at, it was putting up a fight. "Yah, I thought so." He pulled you into his arms, putting his head on top of yours as he closed his eyes holding you tightly. "Don't worry babe. You are so much stronger than you think and so much greater than you know. If we did decide to have a family together, I know you would do what you need to do despite everything."

You nodded your head as you kept your face buried in his chest. "I love you, Katsuki." You told him honestly.

He placed a kiss on your head. "I love you too."

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima slept like a rock. He could fall asleep on anything, anywhere and it would be physically impossible to move him or wake him up without an extreme force or his senses going off. It was almost like he hibernated. He was a nightmare to wake up and an even bigger nightmare to get out of bed.

But somehow, in someway, he always knew when something was wrong. His senses going off when something just wasn't right.

Something to make his senses go off was emotional disturbances. Kirishima was very well in tune with his own emotions and especially the people around him. He was just a very empathetic guy and person that way. He was always caring for other and making sure that they were taken care of. It was the manly thing to do afterall.

So when Kirishima found himself stirring in the middle of the night, feeling subconsciously as if the atmosphere around him wasn't as calm as it should have been, was an odd thing. He grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, tiredly. His eyes were barely open as he turned to look at you. You were sitting up in bed, quiet concealed whimpers escaping your lips.

Kirishima's eyebrows bunched up in confusion. "Sweetheart?" He let out in a tired drawl. He pushed himself up with one hand as he rubbed his eyes. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked.

You quickly wiped your eyes. You forced a smile to your lips as you nodded your head. "Yah. I'm okay Eiji, just go to bed." You told him quietly, your voice barely believing the own words coming out of your mouth.

Kirishima frowned as he realized that you were lying to him. He shook his head. "Mh mh. Nope." He put one hand on your shoulder looking down at you with pure concern in his eyes. "Come on, talk to me. What's wrong?" He asked you again.

You slowly turned to look up at your redheaded husband. At first you couldn't do anything. Your own body not knowing how to process for a second. And then as you looked up at him, his loving ruby eyes on you like always, the floodgates came crashing down on you. You bit down a sob and as quicker than you could think, Kirishima pulled you to his chest.

He rubbed circles around your back and whispered to you sweetly. "Sh... it's okay, my love. It's okay. I'm here." He told you comfortingly, as he moved you to sit on his lap and face him as he held you.

It only made you want to bawl your eyes harder. "I'm sorry Eiji..." You spoke through the cries. "I just had a bad dream and I... I..." you couldn't finish your words.

He nodded his head understandingly. "It's alright sweetheart. I understand. We all get those dreams from time to time." Kirishima knew that whenever he was in this position you always helped him. You would hold him sweetly and whisper to him of nothing but good things. He would always do the same. "Want to just sit here for a while?" He asked you, peeking down at your small form in his large arms. You nodded your head. "Okay."

Kirishima leaned back against the headboard as he kept his arms around you. His warm body against yours keeping the cold and bad thoughts away. He started to hum sweetly, lulling you immediately into security and peace. Even though Kirishima knew that some things were just too painful to say, he would stay with you even in the silence.

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It's giving 'what the f*ck are daddy issues? just traumatize your father back' 💀💀💀

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Does free will exist?

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always always thinking about kuroo with an older, once stray cat that fell in love with him and followed him home. she’s long haired and missing teeth and has a vet bill longer than his forearm. she’s clingy and he loves her terribly. her meow is croaky, the sound a cat might make if it could smoke 20 packs a day, and she often lies belly up in the nearest sun spot with her limbs splayed comically across the floor. he’s guided by his own cute aggression and can’t help but smother her. he gives her the most ridiculous name. plants firm, obnoxious kisses to the top of her head, holds her as if she were an infant child, heavy handed — at her insistence— as he smacks her lower back until she is stood right on the tip of her toes. as he leaves the office he tells his co workers that his girl is waiting for him at home and they all think he has a wife or something. I can’t stand it!!!!!!! they are so perfect for each other

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Little things you do that turn on Midoriya

Wiping your face with your shirt and revealing your stomach (He just can’t look away, it’s like he’s mesmerised.)

Kissing his scars

Wearing shorts or a short skirt/dress (Midoriya is a leg man, through and through.)

Breathing on his neck

Putting a hand on his thigh while you’re watching a film

Wear clothes that you don’t normally wear (edgy, formal, it doesn’t matter, as long as he rarely sees you wear such things.)

Little things you do that fluster Midoriya

Catching him staring at you (He will avert his eyes, mumble excuses and flush a brilliant shade of red.)

Telling him he’s sexy (He doesn’t feel like a sexy person, so he doesn’t know how to react.)

Complimenting him

Whispering dirty things in his ears when you’re in public

Alluding to your sex life in front of his friends

Fixing and adjusting his clothes before he leaves the house

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kyoka-jirou · 1 year

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HOW THEY REACT TO YOU CONFESSING

↳ Character(s): Eijirou Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido ↰

↳ Genres: fluff, romantic ↰

↳ Warnings: cursing ↰

↳ Reader is gender-neutral ↰

↳ Notes: Literally everyone might be out of character! Sorry, still getting a grip on them all ^^’ It usually takes me a while to get a good feeling of what a character is like so be patient with me lmao ↰

“I’m in love with you.”

▹ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA ◃

He looks pretty much frozen for a moment. Like, completely still, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

But then he breathes out, as if he hadn’t been breathing before, as a wide smile spreads across his face. His cheeks tint red, and he lets out a disbelieving - but no doubt happy - laugh.

“You- I- I’m in love with you too!”, he stutters a bit in the beginning because he’s kind of in shock that you, sweet and wonderful you, would choose him of all people to confess to.

He goes to hug you before stopping himself, asking you “is it okay to hug you now?” because this hug just feels different to all other hugs.

When you say yes, he laughs again, hugging you tightly to himself and spinning you around. Depending on height, he might pick you up as well.

“Can I kiss you? I’d really like to kiss you.”

And when you do he’s- well. I’m gonna be honest, it’s not a very good kiss, because he has no idea what he’s doing but that’s okay. It’s him and it’s you so it doesn’t matter if it’s awkward or that his lips are a bit too stiff.

He laughs again after, like the joy is just bursting out of him. Actually he might cry a bit because he’s just so happy.

“This means we’re together now, right?”, he confirms with you and you say yes and fuck, he knows he’s had a lot of luck but this just takes the cake honestly lol

Promises and swears up and down that he’s yours and that he’ll do all he can to make sure you’re happy and that - even if you don’t need it - he’ll protect you.

▹ SHOTO TODOROKI ◃

Looks visibly surprised, shocked almost, before smiling and looking down, almost bashful.

“I am in love with you as well.”

Then he looks up at you again, looking soft and calm and happy.

He doesn’t make a move to touch you or say anything after that, mostly because he isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do/say, so you’re the one who’ll have to do it.

You ask if it’s okay to kiss him, and his breath hitches and a pretty blush rises to his cheeks, but he nods, eyes fluttering shut as you near.

It’s a bit stiff on his part, but that’s okay. His hands find your hips before he places them there, grip gentle and feather-light.

When you pull back he follows you for a moment, as if he doesn’t want to stop, before he leans back again. His eyes stay closed for a moment, as if he’s scared to open them in case you won’t be there (despite the fact that he’s still touching you), before hesitantly opening them again. It’s almost heartbreaking how relieved he looks when he sees you’re still there.

“I love you”, he says, voice soft, looking at you hopefully. When you repeat it back, he looks almost lighter.

Lays his head against your chest/on your shoulder/on your head (depending on your height) as he oh-so-gently embraces you.

He’ll keep that light grip on you for as long as you’ll allow it, just standing there and hugging you, basking in the fact that you love him, that you’re in love with him, and that you’ve accepted that he does the same in return.

▹ IZUKU MIDORIYA ◃

Stares.

And stares.

Then stares more while rapidly turning red.

“You- with- you’re in- with me-”

He thinks he must’ve misheard you for a moment. Surely, you couldn’t like him back. Because you’re just- you’re so- you and he’s just so- so him.

“D-did you just say you were in love with me?!”, he finally manages to squeak out and no, the poorly disguised hope in that tone is not just your imagination.

“Yeah.”

“Oh- I- I’m in love with you too!”, he chokes out, barely stopping himself from freaking out because holy shit-!

His hands look. Uh. Tense. Like, comically tense. Not fisted up or anything, it looks more like he’s trying to grip at the air.

“O-oh gosh, is this the part where I k-kiss you and hold- hold your hands? O-or-”

Seeing how he’s fumbling, you decide to help him out.

So you take his hands and he’s already melting. He looks at you with such adoration and love, it’s as if you’ve just drained all the tension right out of him with just a little bit of touching.

When you kiss him, he melts even further. It starts out a little bit clunky, but Izuku very quickly picks up on how to do it.

Mumbles a soft “wow” when your lips part, looking almost dazed, before he tells you that he loves you so much and that he’s yours.

▹ MINA ASHIDO ◃

Inhales sharply, a smile quickly growing on her face, before she squeals and practically throws herself at you.

“I love you too! God, what took you so long?!”

She pulls back, looking over your face as if she’s trying to memorise every detail of it, and honestly so are you. Because she looks so so happy, so excited, that anybody would be stupid not to try to remember that look.

“You’re literally perfect”, she tells you.

Then she kisses you, and she’s a damn good kisser too, before pulling back and at first you can’t help but be disappointed it’s over so quickly, but next thing you know she’s peppering your face all over with kisses, so maybe it’s okay. She’s so giddy, it’s contagious, and soon you’re both giggling because you’re both so stupidly happy.

“This means we’re partners now, right?” she confirms with you, squealing again when you say yes.

Keeps absolutely smothering you in kisses and compliments for at least an hour. You will be snuggling each other as well within the next 14 hours.

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