"What is love?" You asked him randomly one day as you two lounge down his bed.
"What do you mean?" His voice still carried the same tone as it always did, but the twinge of pink on his cheek told a different story.
"Like what is love to you?" You knew that a question like this might throw him off, but you didn't expect him to answer so quickly and confidently.
"It's when you feel happy with them," His hold on your hand tightened, "Like it feels like your floating and you never want to get down because they're happy too."
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Was that enough?" You smiled softly, gently kissing his cheek.
"More than enough."
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Katsuki Bakugo
"What is love?"
"Is this a trick question?" You sniggered, shaking your head.
When you two were alone he was much easygoing and not worried about other's opinions as much, so he looked at you shrugging.
"It's the feeling you get when you see someone and at that moment you know you'd do anything to protect that smile, to make sure they never hurt." He snuggled into your neck, playing with your fingers.
"You thinking about a certain someone?" You asked cheekily.
"'M always thinking about you." He whispered, kissing your jaw, setting your whole face aflame.
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Izuku Midoriya
"What is love?"
You watched as your boyfriend whipped his head around, staring at you quizzically.
"Is this a test?" You smiled as you shook your head, your fingers playing with his curly hair.
"Well," He thought for a second, kissing your forehead, "For me, love's when you realize that that person is truly making you see your worth and value and that you'd do anything to make that person see theirs." You blushed softly, looking up at him.
"You talking about 'lil old me?" You teased him but he nodded seriously, hugging you closer to his body.
"Who else would I be talking about? You're the only one for me."
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Hitoshi Shinsou
"What is love?" He looked up from the show he was watching, his eyes training in on you.
"You want the definition of what love is?" You nodded and he sighed deeply, moving from his seat, walking over to where you were sitting as he pounced on you, holding you next to him.
"My dear," He pecked your nose, "Love is but an allusion."
You groaned, smacking his chest as he chuckled deeply.
"No, seriously, what's love to you?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he scratched his head.
"Like romantic love or family love?"
"Romantic." He nodded, thinking.
"That's simple, it's a certain type of respect you share with someone when you crack what sort of enigma they are. When you really trust them with certain things and they trust you with others, love is born."
"Are you always this poetic?"
"Only for you." And he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, making you let out a small giggle as he looked at you with what he described as love.
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Keigo Tamaki
"What is love?"
"Shrek is, babe." You rolled your eyes, hitting him over the head with a pillow.
"I'm serious! Like what does love mean to you?" He laughed, as he threw his phone to the side, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you intently.
"Like what I feel for you?"
"Yeah, sure," He nodded, a small gleam appearing in his eyes, his hand unconsciously reaching for yours.
"It was when I came home from a really fucked up mission and you were sleeping in our bed and I knew it was worth what I did if I came home to you safe and sound."
You flushed, hiding your face in your chest but he tutted, pulling your away as he brought you into his side.
"You flatter me, my dear."
"Why, that's the whole point." And he tickled your sides, causing a fall of laughter to pour from your mouth, and he knew he was right.
It was all worth it in the end if he was able to have you.
