I am not a wretch, though. Women who look different aren't ruined women. To see ourselves as ruined on the basis of how testosterone and surgery changed our bodies is to reveal the extent to which we hold ourselves to woman-hating definitions of what femaleness is. Being a woman does not mean I exist to be looked at and have my appearance evaluated, and it does not mean I have to exist to have children. These are the metrics by which transition is considered to have ruined us.
- Max Robinson, Detransition: Beyond Before and After, p. 41
If he loves you, he loves you. He'll say it when he leaves for work, when he gets home, when he makes you dinner; he'll murmur it in your ear when you're cuddling on the couch, or when you're beside him in public and the cameras are all flashing and taking photos of the (soon to be) top hero.
He repeats it over and over like a chant in the niddle of the night, when he has your wrists in his hands, as he shows you physically, as best as he can, that he loves you.
Bakugo's love is not "and." It just is. He loves you as you are, and he loves you as you change with him and grow and learn and become better, just as you love him as he improves and climbs. And even if, someday, you decide that you're through with him, he will love you. Even if you break his heart, for a time at least, he will love you.
When you look him in the eye with that smile, with that expression of pure adoration and affection, and tell him you love him, Katsuki does not say he loves you, too.
So. I don't really do digital art at the moment, I don't even have the right tablet for it... but I found this old art from December and thought "why not? Let's share it anyway!"
I haven't had nearly as many nightmares nor whatever that was that had me wake up crying for no reason™️ after I got him. Plus he does give the best hugs.