cw: minors dni. suggestive but not overt smut. melodramatic pillow talk.
"do you think it's possible to love someone too much, izuku?"
izuku's a bit surprised by the question, evidenced by the wide-eyed shift away from staring at the ceiling while idly playing with your fingers rested atop his chest, and instead towards you. his freckled cheeks are still flushed with the afterglow of lovemaking and your head still swims with love and satisfaction; you smile at each other still. and yet there's something about the few minutes after sex where your body tingles and your ears are only attuned to the beat of his heart as you lay against his torso that makes you think. a little too much, really.
izuku pauses, but you're waiting for an answer patiently, and his gaze flits from your parted lips back to your eyes.
"no, i don't think so," he replies, voice soft.
you tilt your head in intrigue, and shift to prop your head up on your side. it's an uncharacteristically short response from him, and you wonder if he's tired or rather, if the question tires him.
"you don't think so?" you repeat.
with one arm, he pulls you towards him so that your body presses closer to his, and traps one of your legs between both of his thighs, happier that you are just inches apart and tangled together anew. every point of contact feels safe and warm, down to every ridge of muscle in his body and every roughened patch of scarred skin you can feel.
his voice is breathy still as he replies.
"i think i could still love you more," he says. you frown, cupping his face.
"are you saying you don't love me times infinity, izuku?"
he presses his forehead against yours. "even that wouldn't be enough."
you roll your eyes, but you're still beaming. he's distracting you again, and you find yourself admiring his curls, trying to count the stars in his eyes.
you blink and remember the question at hand.
"cheesy, but i'm serious."
he scrunches his eyebrows together in a gesture that's meant to be exaggerated and cute. you agree. "totally serious now," he says.
you snort through your nose.
"sometimes too much love is bad, right?" you say. "love makes you do crazy things."
"hmm... how crazy are we talking?" he asks. there's a peck of the lips that accompanies the question.
"destructive behavior maybe... like not eating or sleeping because you miss a loved one or are worried about them," you continue. as it comes out, you wonder why you can't let the moment be, but you struggle with this. the man in front of you, you love in a way that sometimes terrifies you, and you remember it in the dead of the night when you're alone or at times like these.
"are you trying to tell me you aren't eating or sleeping?" he asks.
you pretend to headbutt him and he laughs.
"no, but i am saying it scares me how much i love you sometimes." you admit. he looks at you again, really looks, and smiles.
"i'm flattered." he says and pretends to turn to sleep.
"izuku!" you say embarrassed.
he laughs, louder this time, then pulls you atop of him and hugs you tightly, tight enough that you can feel the air pushed out of your lungs, as well as some of your anxiety.
there's another moment of pause and he breathes out.
"i feel the same way, love."
you raise up slightly to look down on him better and again his gaze is fixed, eyes light.
he nods. "it's scary for me too."
you swallow hard, a small heaviness in your chest returning, the same one that sits when he doesn't call back on time or you find a new scar.
"i have dreams sometimes where i lose you."
it's suddenly hard to look at him, so you lay your head down, and he pulls the blankets better around you so that they cover your neck as he strokes your hair.
"the usual. kidnapping. explosion..." you can feel him breathe out before the next one, "using you to hurt me..."
you can feel tears prick at your eyes with the waver in his voice.
"i don't like who i become in those dreams."
izuku holds you just a bit tighter and kisses the top of your head.
"they're just dreams," you extend an olive branch without letting your imagination run too wild. your izuku is sweet and means no harm... but has the potential to cause a lot of harm, with the right motivations.
"i'd act exactly the same way," he says, and there's a finality to it that that almost scares you, especially when he releases his hold on you. rather than worry about it, you fish for his hands and hold them tightly.
"don't hurt yourself for me," you murmur.
"don't hurt yourself for me, either," he answers.
you look up at him, pressing your chin into his breastbone. he smiles. you reach and kiss him again.
perhaps you love each other too much. but it's the same for both of you, and that is just right.
