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Bakugo was greedy; he knew that much. He was aware of how longing behaved like the sea-never content with just kissing the shore when it could spend an eternity trying to swallow the land whole. He was aware of how contentment had always been a language he never quite learned to speak, forever mistaking abundance for absence and love for something that could still be lost, or never tasted at all. He was aware of how desire was a ravenous thing, stretching its ribs wider, asking, greedily, for one more touch, one more heartbeat, one more impossible tomorrow.
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Bakugo Katsuki is utterly in love with Izuku Midoriya, but he has always been bad with words.
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originally published on ao3 by @calilies (me)