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The sun was out, warming your cheeks as you laid on the grass beside your companion, pinkies interlocked while you both stared up to the sky.

Two little middle schoolers now having grown into high school lovers, already in their third year together. 

Legs sprawled out in comfort, careful not to crush the dandelions around you both as you gazed at the clouds. “Do you think we’d have two or three kids?”

Katsuki just hums, staring at the sky quietly before responding to you, not finding the idea of having multiple kids ideal. “I think we should stick to one.”

Listening to you hum before you turn your attention back to the sky, falling quiet for a moment before turning your head to him again. “Big or small wedding?”

He just shrugs, not seeming too interested in the details, barely even looking at you.

“Whatever you want.” A little frown forms on your face before you turn to face him fully, laying on your side in the grass as you look at him. “Do you ever think about our future together?”

A grin tugs at his lips as he lets out an amused huff, studying a cloud in a shape he suddenly found interesting. “Everyday, don’t you?”

You furrow your brows, trying to understand why he wouldn’t look at you, completely oblivious to how much you still affected him. Trying his best to keep his cool as if any of that still mattered.

“Do you think we’re gonna become boring when we get married?” Hearing your words come out so quietly, he knew he needed to change his reaction, finally turning his head to face you. The wind gently pushing through his hair as he smiles over to you, amusement written all over his features as his eyes crinkle and his stupid little dimples show. 

“Us? Nah, never. I don’t think that’s even possible.”

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Katsuki's a reluctant sap, I will not go into any further detail.

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Katsuki falling into a family trope where he's the tired dad would be so funny to me. He's finally back home from work, taking his boots off and about to greet you when your youngest suddenly breaks something. Leaving Katsuki to mentally mourn whatever item's been lost before going over to figure out what it was and stop her from hurting herself. Lifting her up from the back of her shirt like a kitten as he glares down at her. Scoffing when she just smiles at him and properly moves to hold her up before cleaning the mess. Then finally you come in with your other daughter, grinning at him tiredly. "You guys are going to give me grey hairs at this point." Your five year old just stares at him with wide eyes, completely misinterpreting his words. "Papa, you got grey hair?" He doesn't even get the chance to respond when you're hovering over him and pointing over a portion of his head. "I see a couple right there." You say, grinning in amusement as your daughter's eyes nearly glow from wonder. Gaze following to where you pointed before bringing a hand up to pat Katsuki's cheek. "Wow, you old papa."

The poor man is left stunned, standing still before finally loosing it, shouting at the top of his lungs. "I don't have grey hairs you little-" He couldn't even finish that sentence, stuck watching you both burst into a fit of laughter at his reaction. Looking down to the little two year old in his arms tiredly. "You're all I've got left, don't be like them." She just beams up at him, leading to the man's heart to be completely melted before ruffling her hair.

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“I love you.” The words came out hushed — like it’s very existence would make him run away. Limbs tangled amongst one another’s as you hold him down to your twin bed, breath mixing with his as you look him in the eyes. Wide and blown out, unable to properly comprehend the idea of you seeing him in that way. The both of you entrapped within your own webbing of lies— lost, unable to force the truth out, tongues heavy with the weight those words. 

Their utterance pulling you both down until your lips met again, sinking into the sheets until they meld with your skin. An inky canvas holding the contents of a tragedy about to begin, wrapping it’s victims within the vice of it’s grip before pulling them down. You felt it, the goosebumps on his skin as he chose to remain silent, but you tasted the honey on his tongue and saw the burning pain in his eyes. He was a soldier and you were only a civilian longing to ail his wounds. Lapping at the taste of him, grounding yourself into his being as you smother out the burning ache in his chest with your palm. Tracing his skin with your finger until you reached his jaw, pulling him in again and again. If he had this hold over you, deep down you knew that he must feel the same. So you won’t allow his foolish words to mar over the moment, hushing him with your lips before swallowing his very soul. Consuming his being, so he cannot pretend to be one. A soldier who only knows war and his companion being one who only knows peace. He was bound to loose— giving into your touch as if it were his only sanctuary.

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Maybe he was just scared—confronting his past with you being like a double edged sword.

Living in fear of his skin being pricked, unable to hide from the pain it may cause. Katsuki loved you since you could even utter the words out loud. He loved your silly dances and plastic tiaras. He loves you now as you pick through the autumn leaves; wonder written in your eyes the same way the stars are printed into the ink of the night sky.

But saying those words felt like swallowing acid, his only company being the thundering of his heart against his ribs.

So instead of swallowing he spits it out, the venom drippling from his words into the pits of his stomach. How could someone like you love him? Not when you'd watch in disappointment every time he made fun of Izuku or tried to get in his head.

Feeling too young to see anyone outside of himself, but too old to cry for his mom every time something goes wrong.

Deep down Katsuki was scared of stopping, it was like he couldn't anymore. Others would pave their way through hard work alone, but he needed to be able to be the greatest. So he'd work hard while climbing his way up, scratching and clawing until he couldn't anymore.

To be able to stand at the top of the world and look down at everyone else. Because if he wasn't looking down that would mean he was just looking alone. You'd seen him since day one as what he was, someone scared and naked of his own skin. If you had pressed even once you knew the very foundation of his skeletal system would collapse, leaving him with nothing but his pride to cover him.

So you'd left him alone with his feelings, not thinking he'd have to grow with this burden. Never will he be able to do anything but watch you walk away, resenting himself for being weak enough to even cave into the favor of his heart. Left in the sidelines as you lived your simple life away from the dangers he'd chosen. Too far to even see that he'd changed while Katsuki... Katsuki saw it all. Silently observing you every time you'd walk past him to your home. Every year you'd get taller or you'd grow your hair out, watching your face as it slowly morphs. Growing from the little girl with missing teeth who'd kiss his cheek and laugh every time he acted grossed out to the young woman who wouldn't even look at him. Never acknowledging the fact that he always seemed to be getting the mail the exact time you'd pass by.

Unable to see the pain pouring out in his gaze every time you'd turn your head back from him. So for once, he'd just watch. Eyes following you as you'd walk across the street to your home. Autumn leaves crunching under your boots until you'd stop for one that'd catch your eye—staying ever oblivious to the pair that stayed on you.

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Family is a stamp of your love

Warnings: Family, very minor mentions of fertility issues and bullying, pregnancy.

Word Count: 1.3k

This is supposed to be a part of a series I'd planned with this fic, but it can also be a stand alone. I will mention that I really want to give a back story to the original fic, since most of my stories are little blurbs lol. Please enjoy :)

You’d always thought you’d done a pretty decent job at being a mom to your daughter Naomi—sure you were coddling at times, but you taught her to be kind. So how on earth did your sweet little girl end up being sent home with a paper telling you about her bad behavior?

Of course it made you feel like a horrible parent, especially when you found out why. “Could you do Naomi’s pickups for me?” The question had Katsuki freeze up, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes. “Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, moving to shift you around, hands feeling out your back for anything noticeable, before analyzing your face. 

Katsuki didn’t mind you asking him to pick her up, he’d move countries for you if you asked. But he was worried when you asked “No, but-” Katsuki looked more confused, checking over your hands before looking you in the eyes. 

“Your hands are dry and your eyes are puffy, what happened?” How did he even figure out something was wrong through that?

 “You forget to do things when you’re upset.” He concludes, making you wonder if he had a second quirk or something that could make him read minds with how quick he was in this moment. “I’m okay, I’m just worried Naomi’s getting bullied because of me…” 

That statement left Katsuki completely caught off guard, shooting up and looking at you with wide eyes, voice coming out more serious. “What?” Suddenly his nose was bumping against yours, looking furious at your words. 

You just gulped nervously, looking at him with wide eyes as you lean back on the couch. “Things have just been weird, I don’t know. Maybe the moms at her school just all ended up being mean or something.” That didn’t reassure him at all, grumbling under his breath before petting your hair in comfort, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back and calling Naomi loud enough to make you jump. She came over, looking completely distraught as she looked at her dad, worried she’d done something wrong. “Yes daddy?” The meekness of her little voice, smothered all anger your husband had. 

Shoulders relaxing as he sighed, looking at her with an expression that just begged her to work with him on this. “Come here.” He simply says, waving her over to him, smiling just a bit when she climbs onto his lap, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

“What’s been going on at your school?” He asks, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows, hands resting on her little shoulders. Not even bothering to hide his concern when she looks away for a second, looking back at him as she fiddles with her fingers.

 “Some girls in my class keep calling mama fat, but I kept trying to tell them she was just pregnant.” Katsuki’s expression just completely fell, not expecting their five year old to be so emotional over the situation. Then again, there’s more to the story than what he’s being told. 

Not noticing your expression being apologetic until you take Naomi out of his arms and hug her tight, smushing your cheek to the top of her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. But Naomi, you’re not supposed to put your hands on other people.”  

The little girl looks down in shame, hands falling down to her lap as she nods, looking up to you as you settle her back onto your lap. “I know, I’m sorry.” That was enough for you to tear up a bit, smiling softly when she lets out a gasp and tries wiping them away, gently resting your hand over hers. Looking into her eyes lovingly as you reach to move her hair away from her face, running your thumb across her skin, tracing your fingers over until you cupped her cheek, watching her shoulders slump. “Why are you crying?” She whispers out, scared to somehow make it worse. That makes your heart melt, leaning closer to her face, pressing your forehead to hers. “I just don’t want you to be hurt. You’re the sweetest girl in the world, I know that. But don’t hurt anyone to protect me, okay?” Naomi nods quickly, her own tears forming on her face as she jumps up and wraps her arms around your neck. 

Katsuki just watched, not sure how to handle things, before sighing, getting up and grabbing his phone. You and Naomi both look over to him in confusion, not sure what he was doing until he finally looks up from his phone. “I’m taking Naomi to school for once, I’m not dealing with this.” That was how he ended up marching through the daycare, just looking pissed as he followed his tiny little daughter through the halls as she toddled around with her little bucket hat on her head to protect her from the sun. 

Giving everyone they passed a dirty look, especially a specific mom when Naomi gasped, not so subtly showing off her concern over him seeing the lady. Giving away everything he needed to know. 

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t do anything other than keep his eyes on her as he handed Naomi her little bag to hang at her cubby. Simply speaking to the teacher before looking back at the woman, doing what he does best, act petty.

 Did he even do anything? No, he just psyched her out, he was very aware of how little bullying mattered to teachers, having been the bully at some point he knew they just stood by.

 So he wouldn’t do anything, he’d just make sure to join you anytime you’d pick up your daughter from now on. Reminding anyone that had something to say that you weren’t just a hopeless moron, you were his hopeless moron. When he’d come back home he spent the whole time with you, building pillow forts and kissing away your problems. Letting you eat whatever you wanted even if it made him flinch a bit out of concern, not wanting to risk harming the baby when it’d been so much work for you guys to be able to have another. 

But the way you looked enjoying yourself at the diner as you ate together made him too happy to even regret it. Grinning as you stuffed your face and rant about how much you missed specific deep fried foods, admitting his homemade versions were good, but the lack of grease just made it different.

 Things were just so perfect in this moment, regardless of the weird comments some of the moms at Naomi’s kindergarten class had to share. “Could we get more? I kinda want noodles too.” The request left him amused, shaking his head with a sigh as he brought his hand to the top of your head. “Fine, as long as you don’t hurt your little tummy. I’m sure Naomi’d want some too anyways.” The sweet little look on your face made him grin watching you nod in agreement. Pausing with wide eyes before bringing a hand to your tummy, looking down to it with a grin. “She’s been kicking a lot.” The revelation made his eyes soften the smallest bit, looking around stiffly before bringing his hand to your stomach.

 His heart racing when he feels it, looking at you with misty eyes. “I can’t believe it…” He muttered out, letting out a shuttered breath as he moved to your side. Hugging you tight without a care in the world, nearly smothering you into his chest out of the pure joy of being able to have this, not once but twice.

He could kiss you absolutely silly right now.

But first he needs to make sure you don't repeat what happened yesterday night. Pulling back to look down at you with a small frown on his lips, rolling his eyes with an amused scoff when you smile up at him sheepishly. "You're so stupid sometimes, you know that?"

The rhetorical question was left unanswered for a second, with him bringing his hands to hold your face and look down at you. As bewildered as you looked at the sudden insult—but you stayed quiet, looking up into his eyes with baited breath as you waited to hear the rest of what he had to say. Nothing could make him think low of you, but he didn't want you to keep things in. "I don't want to come home to you upset like that again. Next time something happens, you better tell me straight up, got it?"

A little annoyed groan leaves your lips as he pinches your cheeks in reprimand, laughing a bit at your reaction before hugging you again. Looking down to you as he rubs your back soothingly, already aware of how hard it was for you to verbalize your feelings.

"I'm serious, I know you go all quiet when you're upset. But you can't just cry by yourself, that shit's gonna get to you and you know it." As intimidating as your husband could come off as to others, he came off as just as sweet to you. Smiling up at him as your eyes flutter half lidded, looking absolutely lovesick, words coming out breathily in agreement. "Okay."

Katsuki never thought before he’d met you that he’d even care enough to start a family—something about loving someone whole heartedly, to the point where you're overflowing and have more than enough to give to another tiny person.

 It never seemed like that to him before, with you touching his soul’s deepest crevices, not because you needed to be special or beyond imagination, but because you became special to him.

Being able to love the way he did now was one of the greatest gifts anyone’s ever given him and he’ll spend the rest of his life thanking you for it.

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Katsuki is such a fussy man, I just know he's out here pouting about literally everything he can perceive. The funniest part is he'll complain while fixing it, talking about you not folding the laundry correctly while doing it. He'll be saying how you didn't vacuum and how he's not your maid, but then he's already plugging in the vacuum. Sometimes it's just him complaining just to get you to notice him doing something that you'd already done. Because he wants to feel important and appreciated. So when you offer to do the dishes because he cooked dinner, he's grumbling about you sucking at it and already scrubbing them down. Obviously you know his behavior patterns and thank him with a kiss on the cheek and making sure to insist on helping whenever you feel like things go too far. Something about him just reads pushover to me sometimes, which is so funny because of how he acts in the show. But he definitely is when it comes to doing domestic work.

You can thank his sweet mother for that, especially when she stops hounding on him to pinch your cheek and coo about how perfect you were for her son anytime she's over your home.

He definitely gets his personality and everything else from his mother. Sometimes you think Masaru's genes didn't even get to try lmaooo.

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I love you with a love that, if you felt the same,

it would drive you mad with longing for me.

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Katsuki hates babies, with their drooly little mouths and blank eyes. Nothing really comes out of them except poopy diapers and crying. At least that's what he thinks until he saves one, grumbling under his breath as he watches the little booger's mom run to him.

Handing it over to her and just nodding, not expecting to see the little gummy smile of the baby before her little hands cling to his finger when he tries to let her go. Pausing as he looks into her sparkling little eyes and the pure joy written on her expression.

Scoffing a bit as he tries not to loose his cool, carefully removing his hand from her grasp, grimacing a bit when she whines. Moving awkwardly to poke her cheek, his own eyes blowing wide open when he hears her giggles. Oh no. This shouldn't have been what shifted things for him, but seeing her drool from smiling so brightly and beaming at her mom as she wipes it away. Something about how naturally the baby acts and smiles just made his heart flutter. So of course he left as fast as he could, rushing home. But it wouldn't leave his mind, wanting to be able to be the one that gets to see that kind of smile when he gets home.

His own little booger to have to wipe the drool off of their face when they laugh. Laying his head on your chest as you both stay together in bed, his arms wrapped around you. Feeling your fingers gently comb through his hair, finally turning his head up to look at you. Looking sweeter than candy with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes wide and begging. "Hey... What do you think of kids?" When he feels your hands pause their movements, he thought this would be it. Needing you to reassure him that he wasn't crazy or that you weren't about to run away. But you just smiled at him, a thoughtful little look on your face.

"I think they're great. Why?" This was going to be a long conversation...

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I genuinely love the idea of Katsuki somehow being the first in his friend group and class overall to end up getting married because of course he is.

A running gag I love about him is that he's so obnoxiously normal for someone who keeps being categorized as a delinquent. Bro's normal with everyone then he gets home and just be absolutely flirted with. Because how else would he have ended up with a wife if she wasn't just absolutely crazy and obsessed with him. It's funny to me, because honestly I do see him getting to a point where he's just as flirty back. But ironically enough it wouldn't be at the beginning of their marriage, no. It's when you're both already in your forties and living your lives, with you welcoming him home with a grin and kissing his cheek. "Hello, handsome." For the first time he won't react by just kissing your cheek back and hugging you. No, he smiles at you shyly before pulling you into his arms and holding you tight. Voice going as soft as it can as he leans in and almost whispers it out in embarrassment. "Hi... You look beautiful today." Now Katsuki has complemented you before, in fact he was debatably a better spouse than most people. But something about him responding to your complement in a weak attempt of flirting back left you absolutely flustered, just staring at him with wide eyes until he starts laughing. Going to bed with him was always the best at this point, with the both of you not even bothering to do anything crazy most nights. But of course whenever he'd change into his night clothes you'd make a comment. It turned into the usual, with him moving to change into sweats and a tee shirt stopping when he'd strip down and hear you jokingly whistle. Going over to the bed with a smug little grin on his lips as he stands in front of you, head tilting to the side as he looks your expression up and down. "See something you like?" Of course you scoff a bit, looking at him like he said something ridiculous beckoning your beloved husband over with your finger. "Yeah, why don't you come a little closer so I can enjoy the view." Sometimes you were such a brat, acting like a child with candy as you yank his hands to guide him closer to you and meld your lips against his. Grinning from ear to ear before your peck them again, hands gently holding his cheeks.

It was the same every time, but it never got old, because every night you'd both still say the same thing every time you had the chance to. "I love you."

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Winter is the time of love, filled with the sweet powdery snow, cozy winter scarves, and the warmth of tea.

Katsuki was never a big fan of the winter time, hating how easily he got sick during the season.

So what happens when he meets you? The girl of his dreams who loves the snow more than anything.

Maybe he doesn't realize you're the girl of his dreams at first, but you already knew what you wanted from him.

"Can we be like in the movies?"

Chapters coming soon...

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love is struggle

Warnings: Mentions of showering together, depression, fluff. (everything is sfw!)

Word count: 714 (very short lolll)

The day was quiet, days like this usually were.

With you laying in bed until the late afternoons with Katsuki being at work while you stayed the way you were. Only really getting up when he gets home, recognizing that look of defeat on your face before gathering you up in his arms and keeping you at his side as much as he can. 

Turning on the shower while sitting you down on the toilet as he feels for the water to heat up, sighing a bit before helping you out of your clothes. His eyes looking over your body with a tenderness he saves only for the ones he loves, smiling softly before pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Moving to take his own clothes off before helping you up, arms wrapped around you as he guides you into the water with him. Allowing you to hug him, laughing just a bit when you nuzzle your face into his chest, almost trying to meld your skin with his, wanting to sink into him completely.

He finally pulls back for a second, grabbing your shower products and doing his best to help, scrubbing your skin starting from your shoulders to your hands. Lifting your arms up by the wrist and scrubbing your side before working on your pit, laughing harder when you squirm away. Quickly moving to wrap his arms around your body and hug you close, soothing you into trusting him to do it again. Watching him kneel down in front of you with his hand resting on your hip to carefully clean your tummy, looking up at you past his bangs with a small smile on his lips. Looking away when you smile back and peck him tenderly, allowing yourself to relax and enjoy the moment. Resting your hands on his shoulders as he gingerly lifts one of your legs to scrub them down before doing the same to the next. Not standing up right away as he settles the loofah down to the side and rests his hands on your hips again. Having someone so strong and filled with willpower kneel in front of you like this, looking like you were the universe’s greatest gift. It makes your heart flutter, lips turning up again before you bite down on your lip, trying not to cry before turning your head away and bringing a hand up to your mouth. He already felt the mood shift, standing up and gently guiding your face back to his, not kissing you, but instead hugging you tight. Letting you cry as the warmth of the water falls over you both.

After a while you find yourself sitting at the kitchen stool with  a warm bowl of noodles in front of you. Wearing one of Katsuki’s old shirts that smell like his cologne and always somehow felt as warm as him. Silently eating with puffy eyes with him beside you, looking at you without saying anything, his own bowl in front of him. A part of him wants to ask what was wrong, but he knew deep down your answer was going to be the same. You didn’t know.

Deep down you just couldn’t figure out why you felt so alone, why your body wanted to give out and your mind felt like it’s lost all reasons to hope. Where you feel the disconnect between yourself and the world, barely responding to your friends texts or doing anything around the house with Katsuki like you usually did.

You couldn’t do it, looking sad and pitiful as you feel his hand run up and down your back before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I love you.” The soft whisper leaves his lips before he bumps his nose to the spot he kissed, smiling a bit when you swallow your food to mutter out an ‘I love you more’. Even like this, you were such a little ball of love, filling his heart to the brim until it felt like it was overflowing. A little huff leaving his lips when you glare down at your bowl before eating again, little tears rolling down your cheeks before you sink into his side. It was going to be okay, Katsuki would never let it ever not be. 

I wrote this because I've been feeling very depressed lately. Funny enough when I'm depressed I like to post a lot instead of worrying abt the quality of my writing.

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The Look of Love

“You still in here?” The question shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did, Katsuki finding himself standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Leaning against it with his arm over his head as he lets out a sigh, slumping forward before lifting his head back up to you. Standing still as he waits to hear something, ignoring the mess of soap suds spilled across the tiled floor to look at you. The silent treatment, got it.

Watching you give him a half hearted glare as you bury yourself deeper into the tub, allowing more of the water to spill. Soft sounds of splashing echoing in the blond man’s ears before he rolls his eyes a bit biting the inside of his cheek as he tried not to smile. “You can’t hide in there forever, I still need an answer you know.”

You peek up at him through your lashes, nose buried against your legs drawn close to you, the suds of the bath soap covering the surface, leaving you in a white canvas to stand out against. 

Looking like nothing but perfection to him in this moment, standing still as he stares at you without a readable expression on his face, quiet steps taken forward until he crouches to your side, hand slowly reaching out until it grips porcelain. “Nothing’s going to change, nothing could change my mind, got it?” Watching you run off after he proposed stung his pride, but that didn’t matter to him. 

It was you or no one.

That was the promise he made the moment his eyes even had the opportunity to meet yours, one he didn’t even know he’d made until it was too late. Everything in his life already had you written all over. A little noise leaves your lips as you reach up for him, feeling the rough calloused skin against your own, dampened shaky hands clinging to his as you look into his eyes. “You still want to? After everything that happened today?” How could you be so stupid? Feeling the shudder of your fingertips as they tremble, touching him like he was only a mirage. Wide eyes looking into his as they fall half lidded, leaning over the tub without a care in the world, soaking his bike jacket and his beat up tee from high school.

Before you he didn’t understand sentimentality towards items like this, only hanging on to what he saw was valuable. But now everything in his life felt valuable simply because they were graced by your touch. Like you’d brought a brightness into his life that couldn’t ever be replaced, not even by the sun itself. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a tight hug, allowing your body to soak his clothes. The warmth of his skin penetrating yours as he lets you rest your cheek to the top of his head, finally allowing yourself to draw him closer.

Neither one of you caring for the mess of suds and water on the floor, focusing on being able to feel each other like you needed each other to pump your blood.