The Book for Weebs

Bakugou

It scorched him.

The heat that radiated from your love blistered and scalded him.

Overwhelming. Blinding.

Endless solar songs sung praises and prayers to you.

Worshipping.

It stirred a type of movement in him that he didn't think was possible. Compete and absolute adoration lined the very fiber of his being. Like he depended on it.

Dependent on you to keep him rooted and constantly yearning for your warmth.

Liquid gold dripping from your words, sweet like honey feeding the insatiable hunger in him.

He wouldn't have it any other way.