~~~Kacchan's POV~~~

I have this feeling that something's wrong. Zu isn't acting like himself right now. I know he hates it just as much as I do. I find myself walking upstairs, right in front of the bathroom door.

"Hey love, are you okay?" I hear splashing around and some sniffles before I hear his voice.

"Y-yeah Kacchan, I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine, what's going on?" I don't get a response.

"Baby, you need to talk to me. Is it okay for me to come in?"

"U-uh n-no- I'm still in the tub!"

"Alright, can you tell me what's going on?"

"N-no."

"Love, please?"

"I-I don't like l-looking at myself."

"Explain Izu."

"No! I-I can't."

"Why?"

"Y-you'll see it too, a-and hate me."

"I won't love, I thought you've known this."

"But, if I- if I say it, you'll see them more."

"Zu, baby no. We all have flaws and things we hate about ourselves, I won't leave you for your flaws. I want to help you look past them. Please?"

~~~Izu's POV~~~ (Sorry just yea important)

Why do I need to explain this? He's going to find me ugly once I point them out to me.

"Zu?"

"I-I can't."

"Please, I just want to know what you see, I'll explain what I see after." It'll be the same.

"If you don't explain now, I'm going to bring it up until you do."

"I-I just don't like my body."

"What about your body?"

"My thighs, face, stomach, scars, freckles. I just don't like me."

"Zu, what's wrong with the way you look? Explain why you hate it all. Tell me what's wrong with it."

"Kacchan-"

"Baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me." He wants to know so he can see a reason to leave.

"M-my thighs- they're too big just l-like my stomach, a-and the scars riddle my body and make it look so worn and used. My freckles are so misplaced. They look horrible and as though they don't belong. My face- I have small scars there too, my eyes remind me of ugly grass- my lips I hate them, my cheeks are too big, my eyes are the same. My hair- who has green hair that a bunny thinks is fucking grass? I'm just so fucking ugly and I hate it."

"Baby, your thighs aren't too big, the only reason they are how they are is because you use them to support yourself. Your stomach, love. Your brain is tricking you," he stops talking as I hear his body slide down the door, "you lost a lot of weight that you should have gained while growing up, it doesn't look how your brain is telling you. Your freckles, they are constellations, they aren't misplaced. Your eyes, are like emeralds, not grass, and even if they were like grass, that represents life and growth. Your hair, it's green yeah, and yeah it attracted a bunny, but who else can say they got a pet rabbit from their hair? You are so unique. You might have chubby cheeks but that makes you even more adorable and admirable. Your eyes, they trap me when we look at each other, they are amazing. You aren't ugly, you just have an impossible idea on how you should look."

"Beautiful lies, that's all you're telling me Kacchan."

"But I'm not. It's no lie that I see all of that in you, Zu, I don't lie about what I see, I wouldn't lie to you."

"Can we just drop this?" The water's turning cold, and I hate the feeling of being naked, if I opened my eyes I'd see how disgusting I am.

"We're going to bring it back up with Aato, I'm gonna go and make dinner, I love you Izuku." Everything with Aato, you can't catch a break from that dude, can you? He helps me. He knows every little detail, he knows about your father and how you want to die. He doesn't help you. He's a human diary that isn't private. I once again connect my fist to my head, gaining a headache but stopping the voice. I look at the counter and see my towel. I try not to look past because there's a mirror there and today isn't the day. I grab the towel and step out of the tub, covering my waist down. I dry the best I can before I throw new clothes on, a large sweatshirt, and sweatpants. The best combination when you don't want to have a body. I open the door and travel downstairs.

"You okay love?" I turn my head and see Kacchan looking back at me from the stove. I nod, walking over to him, giving him a hug.

"I'm sorry."

"Relax Zu, we're working on this." He hugs me back and kisses my head.

"Can I help?"

"No, what you can do is sit your cute ass on the couch and relax." I 'hmph' at him and cross my arms.

"I'm not joking. Dinner will be done in about five minutes, there isn't much for you to prepare. Why don't you pick a movie for us to watch?"

"Fine," I grumble and walk over to the T.V where I search for any movie really. My eyes land on Blended and Just Go With It. So I grab them. I popped Just Go With It in first, getting through the ads by the time Kacchan finished dinner and bring it into the living room.

"What movie love?"

"Just Go With It."

"Nice." We sat in silence and ate, watching the movie laughing at the funny parts, just sitting in silence for the movie. Before I switched the movie, Kacchan grabbed me, pulling me onto his lap, face to face.

"Deku, I mean it when I say you are perfect. To you, you see all of your imperfections. All of those things you see- I see them, but not in the same light. I see your freckles as stars that found their way to you. I see your scars as you fighting a battle that you have yet to give up. Your thighs," he gave one of them a squeeze, "yeah they jiggle but they help carry you, don't hate them for doing their thing. Your face," the hand not on my thigh came up to squeeze my cheeks together, "it is perfect to me, everything falls into place there. Making you look so beautiful," he drops his hand from my face to my lower back and pulls me closer, his other hand still on my thigh. He leans in so our lips almost touch, "you are so perfect to me Izuku, I wish you could see what I see," he seals the kiss, with enough love and passion in it to overwhelm even the most cold-hearted person. I try my best to put just as much love into it. His words are kind but I don't believe them. When we finally pull away, I see the look in his eyes, I see everything, but I still can't believe it.

"Zu, you don't have to believe it now, but you can't let these thoughts consume you."

"I know, it's just hard Kacchan."

"I understand that love, but you shouldn't need to feel alone when you're like this."

"I don't! I know I have you."

"Why didn't you talk to me about it then?" I look away, only to have his hand bring my face back.

"Answer me, why didn't you talk about your insecurities?"

"I-I didn't want you to see them and realize how undesirable I am."

"Think of a butterfly."

"Huh? Why?"

"Just do it, please." So I picture a butterfly with a black body, the wings Egyptian blue with black outlines and white specks. The wings are longtails. It's such a pretty butterfly.

"Describe it to me."

"It's black and blue, the wings more blue than black, with a black outline and white specks scattered, the wings are named longtail."

"Now, do you think that if that butterfly were to have a consciousness that they would love themselves?"

"Yeah, they always look so pretty."

"But they can't see that. The whole world knows it, yet they don't. Here's another one, if you want to argue about pictures never turn outright. You love the moon and stars, they are incredibly pretty right?"

"Yeah."

"Cameras can't capture their beauty. It's something you need to witness in person. Or how about, when you say you don't look like anyone else. What about flowers? They never look the same, yet they are all beautiful. What's so different about you?"

"Nothing fits."

"What do you mean?"

"Those analogies don't fit me. I'm not a flower that people want to pluck and give to someone they love, I'm not a butterfly that doesn't realize its beauty. I'm not the moon or the stars that have seen many couples fall in love and that gets all this appreciation. It doesn't fit."

"Shinsou, if he wasn't into blonds he'd pin after you if we weren't together, Shitty Hair, he seems to like you. Pikachu, he's a fucking mess with you, not only that, but he only met eyebags cause of you. Alien, she's infatuated with you. She loves how you look and wants to be here for you. Don't fucking say no one sees you like a flower or butterfly or the moon and stars. I wouldn't bring that up if I didn't mean it much less if it didn't apply to you."

"J-just forget it Kacchan, please."

"I get it, you don't like the attention or being told different than what your brain says. But you need to hear this. You need to listen to every good thing about you. You can't keep digging yourself a hole when there's nothing wrong, it's just your brain fucking with you."

"Kacchan, please." He lets me go, and I get off of his lap. Moving to the other side of the couch. He gave up on you. I know. He's sick of you. I know. You're no fun. I'm not getting any reaction. There isn't a reaction to be given, I pushed Kacchan to the last straw. He sees why I hate me. He's gonna leave. I know, I want him to. He deserves someone better. He's going to leave like your dad, maybe even become like him. Maybe, but he wouldn't go back to bullying me. He doesn't want to be the cause of my death. Just like everyone else. They don't care about you. I know it's all pity. That's evident. I bet Shinsou would be glad if you left. Probably, all I do is cause him trouble. Aato hates you. I wouldn't blame him. He's had to deal with so much because of me. Mom hates you, she couldn't wait to leave. I know, she misses dad and I can't replace that. She's just putting up with me until he comes back. I feel the pit in my stomach grow more, I almost feel physical pain from the sadness, I feel it throughout my bones and in my chest. My hands are slightly shaking, so before Kacchan notices I walk upstairs. I'm tempted to go to the bathroom, but can't bring myself to it. So I go to the one place I always felt safe in, my closet. Once I get in I grab one of my All Might stuffies, close the door, and let myself cry. I feel the burning in my throat from holding it in. I don't know why I'm crying, I don't want to cry. But I can't stop. I don't know how long I have been in here, but when I heard the footsteps I froze. It's not him, it's not him, it's not him, I continuously thought to myself.

"Deku? Are you alright?" I hear the door open and footsteps to the closet. I try to shrink further into the wall.

"Zu," the closet door opens, "are you okay? Come here, love." He slowly makes his way to me, pulling my hand slightly. He gently wipes my tears.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I-I made you m-mad."

"Shhh, no you didn't. Calm down love, everything's alright." I start taking deep breaths, closing my eyes trying to forget. Kacchan now has me back on his lap, rubbing my back and one of my arms.

"I-I did make you mad."

"No, love you didn't. I just, I could have handled that better, I shouldn't have worded everything like that." I don't know what to say so I just remain silent.