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Katsuki gently shoved one hand under his pillow, careful with his movements as Izuku snored away contently in the spot next to him.
Early morning light shining through the half closed blinds, landing on freckled skin and dark curls.
Curls falling into his face, lashes fluttering every now and then as hair tickled his eyes. Pale light carding through dark hair, making him sigh softly at the sight. Katsuki gently pulled his hand out from under his pillow to brush the hair out of Izuku’s face, only to watch them bounce right back into place.
He huffed, the air pushing curls away from Izuku’s forehead for a moment only to fall back, his brows pinching together.
Izuku’s lips pursed slightly in his sleep, eyes scrunching with annoyance at the air brushing his skin.
He wanted to kiss that pout right off his lips.
Instead, he tucks a curl behind Izuku’s ear, his fingertips lingering on his helix. “Stupid bastard, looking pretty and shit.” He grumbles, dragging his hand down Izuku’s arm, gently placing his hand over the other’s.
Katsuki’s eyes raked down Izuku’s face, trailing down to his freckled hand—his silver band shining softly in the early light.
He couldn't stop the curve of his lips, pressing his cheek into his pillow roughly, the action squishing his nose slightly. Katsuki breathed in deeply, the sound small and squeaky.
He slowly reached for the other man’s wrist, he delicately traced his index finger over old scars and the freckles that lightly littered over the tissue. He had been devastated when he found out the new scars that littered his hands and arms from when Izuku was far too careless with his quirk in high school—had gotten rid of freckles he had yet to count and add up in his head.
Katsuki would later thank the stars as they shone brightly over them, highlighting newfound freckles that were only just forming after being in the sun for so long.
He sniffled, nose scrunching as he gently rubbed his thumb over a cluster of freckles over Izuku’s forearm. Katsuki’s eyes fluttered as he dragged his hand down Izuku’s arm, listening to the other man breathe in softly at the action.
Katsuki traced his finger over each and every 'imperfection,’ as Izuku had called them one late night.
Maybe he was just a sap and oh-so in love with Izuku Midoriya, but he wouldn't change a single thing about him. He loved him with all of his so-called ‘imperfections' because they made him who he is today.
He cringed, nose scrunching as he pulled his hand away from Izuku's to drag his hand over his face slowly. Katsuki was glad he was getting all of this out of his system now, instead of when he was in the middle of his shift missing Izuku because they were often apart for long periods of time.
He peeks out from between his fingers, eyeing the steady rise and fall of Izuku’s chest, and the peaceful look on his face. Katsuki gently reaches out, fingers brushing over his lover’s cheek as he snores away.
He oh-so delicately grabbed Izuku by the jaw, fingers gently digging into his cheeks.
Izuku still had a bit of a baby face.
Katsuki squeezed his cheeks, forcing Izuku's lips into a pout. He watched as Izuku’s brows furrowed slightly at the feeling of his face being squeezed.
His face eventually relaxed, leaning into Katsuki’s hand—softly breathing out as a smile etched onto his face. Katsuki huffed, nose scrunching as he ever so delicately pulled his hand out from under Izuku’s face.
Instead, he pulled up the covers, making sure the other man was tucked underneath. He ever so slowly slipped his hand underneath the sheets to gingerly place his hand over Izuku’s, softly exhaling in bliss.
Izuku’s hand gently turned underneath his, fingers intertwining with his own. He blinked slowly, eyes trailing down to the subtle curl of Izuku’s lips. He huffs in amusement, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Well, well, well. Look who's up.” Katsuki grinned lazily, rubbing his thumb over the back of Izuku’s hand lovingly.
Izuku hummed, gently peeling his hand away from Katsuki’s to rub the sleep from his eyes. He reached forward, carding his fingers through a mess of curls, careful to not get them tangled.
“Hey, mornin’.” Izuku laughed giddily, his voice heavy with the remnants of sleep. Leaning into the hand that cupped his head, Izuku blinked drowsily up at him.
Katsuki snorted, his smile only broadening as he pulled his hand out of Izuku’s hair, making Izuku yelp at the sudden change. “Morning to you too, sleepyhead.” He huffed, flicking the other man’s forehead lightly—watching him rub over the spot tiredly.
“I just woke up… and you're already treating me like this, Kacchan.” Izuku blinked slowly, lips turning into a pout.
He simply rolled his eyes, waving him off.
“When did you wake up?” Izuku yawned into his hand, the corners of his eyes scrunching.
He pressed his head into the pillow, watching Izuku throw one arm into the air to stretch.
“Just a few minutes ago,” he lies, just to hear him hum in consideration.
Izuku smiled drowsily, a mess of hair that he calls ‘curls’ falling into his freckled face. “Hey.. what is today?” He asked, brows pinching together as his lashes brushed against his cheeks.
“It’s Monday.” Katsuki supplied, the corners of his lips quirking as Izuku practically leapt out of bed, his limbs tangled in their blankets.
“Why didn't you wake me up earlier! I’m going to be late!” Izuku yelped, attempting to untangle his legs from their blankets. He rolled his eyes fondly, pushing himself up slightly so he could press his fist into his cheek.
“‘Zuku, relax. You've got thirty minutes before you normally get up. You won't be late,” he watched as Izuku’s muscles visibly relaxed, head turning to catch a glimpse of the alarm on the bedside table, blinking brightly. “Y’know, unless I make you late,” Katsuki blinked up at the other man, eyes thinning slightly in satisfaction as Izuku puffed out his flushed cheeks.
“But you don't see me doing that,” he motioned with one hand, watching Izuku drag a hand over his face tiredly.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, Kacchan. Thanks for letting me sleep,” Izuku deflated slightly, a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips as he crawled onto the bed once more to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
Katsuki pulled back, tongue sticking out of his mouth. “Go brush your teeth! You can kiss me when you're done.” He spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand—Izuku giggling happily as he backed away.
“I'm sorry, I’m sorry!”