Hey hey hey!
This was my comic idea!
(Sorry I haven't renewed my patreon, finances gave been tight for me.)
Still wonderful work!

PLEASE
I re-read it all the time! It makes me so happy!

Head nestled beneath Kirishima's chin, neither of them can find it in them to care. Not even as Bakugo threatens and bangs at the door. What happens then, between the two of them, is just that.

Find that they wouldn't trade their time together for anything else. When the night draws on, and both grow tired, neither objects to making it a sleep-over. If Bakugo happens to wake them from their pleasant dreams, with each other wrapped in each other's arms and Midoriya's-

Sometimes, when Kirishima falters, feels unmanly and weak, Midoriya takes his face into his hands and comforts him in a way that's equally earnest as the curly-haired teen. And still, when they've spent their late nights studying, away from the demands of their lives, they-

The two spend most of their free time talking about everything and nothing. Heroes and villains, statistics and Quirks, hopes and dreams. It all comes up, at one point or another. Other times, Kirishima asks about Midoriya's scars, touching and tracing them when Midoriya lets him.

Can't help but comb his fingers through Midoriya's curls, and Midoriya can't help but nestle his head in the crook of Kiri's neck out of pure comfort and contentment... then that's their business.

But it feels right in a way he can't describe.

Izuku's fingers play with the loose hair at the back of Eijirou's head, the others plant themselves on his bicep. Eijirou's hand busies itself with tracing circles into Izuku's cheek, while his other hand rests on his waist.

There aren't any of those "fireworks" he's read about-

-understands. Wants.

"Do you want to kiss me, Ei-chan? I would like it if you kissed me." Izuku says leaning closer towards Eijirou.

"Is that an invitation, 'Zuku?" He says as his face grows closer to Izuku's own, and his hand cups his cheek.

"It is. Now, kiss me."

shoulders and back linger and mean more. Hands no longer go unheld. They find themselves prone to hugging the other, if only to touch. They find themselves more comfortable tucked into each other's side than not.

It all spins and spins and spins. Growing and changing until Izuku

ever the other surpasses their recent goal and limits. It's screams of "Mido-bro!" and "Kirishima!".

It grows kind looks, and earnest praise. It grows to reaffirmations, when the other doubts themselves. "Mido-bro" and "Midoriya" become "Izuku" and "'Zuku". Arms across the -