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He loved him.
God, he was so fucking in love with him.
From the tips of his ridiculously soft hair to the soles of his sturdy feet that never wavered or crumbled under the weight of being a hero in training—he loved it all; every inch, from top to bottom and everything in between.
He loved his fluffy blond hair, the angry furrow of his brow, the usual scowl on his scornful expression. He loved the juxtaposition of those fierce red eyes on such a soft, round face. He loved his sharp, defined collarbones, loved the plush pecs just below that he had the honor of feeling in his palms when they were alone. He loved his broad shoulders, his toned arms, and his firm abdomen, loved how his waist fit perfectly into his hands when he held him. He loved his thick thighs and his strong calves, and he loved his stable, sturdy feet.
He loved him, he loved him, he loved him.
He loved the way his hands felt like safety, and his arms felt like home. He loved how his lips tasted of the sweetness of security and devotion; loved feeling the breathless little gasps he let out against his own lips. He loved the way his scent encased them when they were together; fire, smoke, and sweetness, like the burning of marshmallows over flames. He loved the way his thighs tightened around his waist in their intimacy, the feeling reminding him that they'll never let go of each other—that they're holding on tightly to each other. And he loved the way his cute little toes curled when the pleasure Eijirou brought him took over his entire being.
He loved him, he loved him.
He loved his ferocity and his passion and his drive. He loved his insecurities, his vulnerabilities, his raw emotions. He loved his warmth, his strength, and his love.
He loved him.
And those fierce red eyes that looked so striking on such a soft face held his visage with the same unguarded adoration and devotion as well.