MHA/BNHA Boyfriend scenarios *discontinued*

|Midoriya - insecurities|

I'm back with a fucking vengeance

Or a fluffy-fluff

Lol, you know the drill.

Enjoy~

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a towel draped around his waist.

Midoriya had grown fast. The training he'd done with All might had sculpted his body into hard muscles and sharp edges, however his skin wasn't quick enough to deal the change.

He had stretch marks everywhere.

Across his arms, around his v-line, marked inside his thighs.

Sometimes he'd trace them while looking at his reflection, hoping he could somehow smooth out his blemished skin. Every time he'd glance at his own body a horrible feeling crept up his throat.

It's fine, he told himself, they're healthy- everyone has them.

Though it never helped him except his looks. Over time it had just projected into more hatred.

Why doesn't my hair lay flat?

God, my freckles make me look like a child.

My scars are disgusting.

Does my face really look like that?

Midoriya avoided looking in mirrors- everyone says insecurities go away when you're older. But he's twenty-three and can't even love himself. There must be something wrong. There must have been a mistake and everyone else is happy and he's the one that's strange.

His long fingers traced particular visible patch of stretch marks that ran along his abdomen. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't appreciate them. And there was no way in hell you didn't judge them.

The memories of you and him alone together resurfaced. In those moments he wasn't thinking about anything but how beautiful you were, but looking back he cringed to himself. You must have seen how ugly these marks were. You must have been polite just didn't say anything- that must been it. There's no way someone could look at these jagged lines and think they're beautiful.

Midoriya got lost in his own thoughts, completely unaware that you been standing in the door way for a good few minutes.

You were peeking in to see what ways taking so long- and ended up admiring your handsome boyfriend. His green hair, milky skin, the freckles that dotted like stars. A little smile ghosted on your face. But you as you watched him frown, you felt your face falling. You realised he was tracing his stretch marks.

"Love?" You spoke gingerly, trying not to jump to conclusions.

Midoriya shrieked slightly and span to face you, looking like he was caught doing something bad. Blood rushed to his face.

"Oh, hey! You, er, ouy- yeah- I mea- How are you?" Words stumbled out of his mouth and his face felt like it was burning.

Your eyes softened, his nervousness confirmed your theory.

"You know you're beautiful, right?" You whispered, leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes wandered down each slant and curve of his body; you took in all the scars and marks, all of the freckles and spots and felt butterflies flutter around your stomach. You wouldn't change a thing about him- he's perfect.

There was a moment of silence, the redness spread down to his neck and he felt the uncontrollable urge to smile at your voice. Warmth spread through his chest and he suddenly remembered why he'd never been scared around you.

Although... The sour thoughts of his mind still remained, and as he glanced into the mirror once more, your warm words froze over.

Letting his shoulders slump with defeat, Midoriya mumbled, "You're just saying that."

You saw the pain gloss over his eyes and a silent wave of sadness washed over you.

"No, Zu, you know I'm not just saying that," Carefully you became up behind him, resting your face against his shoulder blade.

His green eyes fell to stare at the floor, catching the sight of the stretch marks again. "Izuku," You tried again, lightly trailing your fingers up his arms, watching as his eyes teared up, "I would never lie to you. You're beautiful. All of you."

Your hand flatted out on his arm and smoothed down towards his hand- the roughness of all of his scars familiar to your touch. You loved every single one. They were all like little precious paint strokes that layered together to create the masterpiece that was Midoriya.

"Look at yourself," You prompted lovingly, now sweeping your hands down his sides, feeling his body heat. He didn't move. "Baby, please."

The softness in your tone made his heart beat quicker. But he still didn't move. You pressed a reassuring kiss to his shoulder, then stepped back.

You inhaled a deep breath and pulled your own shirt off- leaving you in your bra and pyjama shorts. In the pale bathroom light, Midoriya could clearly see the stretch marks painted across your chest. Then you peeled off your shorts and signalled at the marks on the inner thighs.

You looked lovely. Standing there with your gorgeous figure, all your imperfections and beauty shone. His memories flashed back to when his pressed kisses over very single inch of your body, taking pleasure in displaying his love in its purest form.

"I've got them too," You smiled, then you bent over and squeezed one of your thighs to show off your cellulite, then travelled up to motion at the love handles on your back and waist. "Everyone has 'imperfections', it's what makes us human."

Midoriya felt his pulse quicken again, butterflies swarmed his stomach and a delightful shiver ran up his spine. Momentarily forgetting all of his surroundings.

"Woah," He mumbled.

"Woah," A gentle laugh left your lips, a blush blooming across your cheeks. "That's the first thing I thought when I saw you."

You lifted your hands up to cup his face, letting him lean into your touch.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" He mumbled into your palm. His calloused hand reached up to thread his fingers with yours.

"The most beautiful person in the world." You affirmed, pulling him closer.

Midoriya rested his forehead on yours, bringing his other hand to hold yours and affectionately squeezed them.

"I think that title belongs to you, Y/n" He whispered, his hot breath fanning across your mouth. Your eyes locked with his.

How can he have insecurities with eyes like that?

Your toes curled. "Are you going to kiss me, or not?"

He tilted his head and flickered his eyes shut. The butterflies were coursing through each of your bodies as your lips pressed against his. Everyone of your senses were on fire. You unknotted your hands and threw them around his neck, pulling him further down. He squatted down and scooped you up, not taking his lips away from yours. Your hair fell around his face and tickled his neck, savouring the taste of him.

"Do... Do you want to take this further?" He mumbled in between kisses, letting out a soft moan when you bit his lip.

"A-absolutely."

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