All the Time It Takes
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Bakugo Katsuki shows his love not through grand words, but by committing himself to knowing every part of you, patiently and completely.
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You notice it in the small things first.
Bakugo never says it outright, never frames it as devotion or effort, but heโs always watchingโmemorizing how you take your coffee, how your mood shifts when youโre tired, how your shoulders tense before you admit youโre scared. He pretends itโs nothing, that itโs just habit, but you know better.
He stays late after training, sitting beside you on the floor while you stretch, asking blunt questions he claims are โimportant.โ What exhausts you. What motivates you. What makes you shut down. He listens like the answers matterโlike theyโre blueprints he intends to study.
When you ask him why he bothers, he scoffs. โIf Iโm gonna do this,โ he says, eyes sharp and certain, โIโm not half-assing it.โ
And thatโs Bakugo Katsukiโs version of love.
He learns your silences as carefully as your words. Learns when to push and when to stand still. Learns that you donโt need savingโyou need understanding. There are nights he walks with you back to the dorms without a word, just close enough that your arms brush, like proximity itself is a promise.
It isnโt rushed. It isnโt loud. Itโs built slowly, deliberately, through time spent and attention given.
And one evening, when he laces his fingers through yours like itโs the most natural thing in the world, you realize this is how he shows itโby choosing you, again and again, for as long as it takes to know you by heart.
