Blue Dandelions

No Other Version of You | bundie

Summary:

Izuku doesn't always like the way he looks, but Kacchan is there to remind him of everything he loves about him.

Notes:

25 Days of Kinkmas Day 3: Body Worship

Please be aware that AFAB terms are used in this piece to refer to Izuku.

There were days where Izuku felt like he wasn't deserving of much, let alone the pure adoration and love Katsuki showered him with on a near daily basis. He often fell into a self-deprecating trap, where one comment from the media or online or even just a glance in the mirror sent him spiraling. He was plain, his face a mess of freckles, his skin marred by scars, body a ragged field of mistakes. He rarely loved the body he was in, and most days he could get away without thinking too much about it.

But on the worst days? On those days, Izuku became a shell of himself, drowning in old and oversized shirts and sweats, doing everything in his power to stay inside if he didn't have patrol. He would roll himself up in a blanket, or stay in bed far longer than he really should, hiding in the dark.

Those days, his eyes took on a glazed and far-off look and on more than one occasion, he'd find himself picking at scars until bits of skin peeled off and he'd bleed.

Since moving in with Katsuki, though, those days were getting harder and harder to hide. Katsuki was, as he tended to be, perfectly observant. So he saw the signs before Izuku did, noticed when Izuku started to curl into himself, when he needed a little push towards some loving.

"I want you to wear this for me," Katsuki rumbled, hands curling around Izuku's waist, thumbs rubbing circles into the pliant flesh there.

Izuku squirmed, but Katsuki didn't relent. He dipped his hands under the hem of Izuku's ratty old sleep shirt (a white tee that said 'Awake' in large letters) to run his hot palms up his sides. He felt his skin buzz with Katsuki's touch.

"Kacchan..." Izuku mumbled. "I don't–"

"I know, baby," Katsuki murmured into Izuku's neck. "But will you do this for me? You can always use your safeword."

Izuku chewed his bottom lip, staring at the outfit Katsuki had laid out on the bed. It was something Izuku had worn before, on good days, plus a little something extra. A soft gray-brown crop top with exposed shoulders, a black flared skirt with the signature Dynamight burnt orange cross at the side, and a pair of black and orange lace panties.

But today was not a good day, and he hesitated.

Katsuki wasn't trying to humiliate him, was he? No, that wasn't Katsuki's style, not when he knew it was a bad day for Izuku's self-image. The soft, gentle kisses the blonde trailed along Izuku's neck were all he needed to know that Katsuki knew what was going on in Izuku's head.

"You trust me, 'Zu?" Katsuki murmured, wrapping his arms languidly around Izuku's hips.

"Of course," Izuku said softly. There was no doubt about that. He loved and trusted his boyfriend with everything and anything.

"Do this for me, and I promise, I'll make you feel good."

Izuku hummed, relenting. "Okay."

"Thank you, baby." Katsuki squeezed him tightly around his waist and pressed a kiss just under his ear, his breath tickling. "Go change in the bathroom, I'll get everything else ready."

"Everything?" Izuku echoed. What was there to get ready?

"You'll see, it's a surprise." Katsuki purred, and Izuku could feel the smirk against his skin.