The room was quiet, the golden hues of the setting sun filtering in through the curtains. Izuku was stretched out beside you on the couch, his head resting in your lap. His emerald eyes softened as he gazed up at you, but you were too focused to notice, your attention entirely on the freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose.

You leaned down, letting your lips brush lightly against one of the faint spots on his cheek. Then another, and another. Each kiss was slow, reverent, as though you were mapping constellations across his skin, connecting the stars that only you seemed to notice.

Izuku’s breath hitched, the blush spreading across his face brighter than any sunset outside. He didn’t speak—maybe he didn’t want to break the fragile moment—but his hand found yours, fingers curling loosely over your own.

Your lips pressed softly to the bridge of his nose, and his eyes fluttered shut, a quiet sigh escaping him. You smiled at the peaceful look on his face, the tension in his shoulders melting away under your touch.

He was your galaxy, his freckles the stars you counted, kissed, and cherished, one by one.

Every so often, soft giggles escaped from his lips, a smile resting on his features.