“A nonrhyming not-quite poem talking about how beautiful Bakugo is. His red eyes shining like rubies with an incredible passion, his soft skin, his blond spiky hair, everything.. (like you’re talking to him) short.”

Bakugo, your eyes—alive, no gemstones match their fierce red blaze  
Light flares inside them, a longing, a promise,  
You never look away.  
Sunlight weaves gold in your hair, spikes reaching for the sky—  
Even your shadows are bright.  
There’s kindness in the smoothness of your skin,  
A secret softness hidden beneath explosions.  
You are heat, challenge, the sun and its refusal to be less than wild—  
And in this moment, only beauty.  
I wish you could see it.

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