Vulnerability in the Waves

The circle shifts. Deku is before you now, his freckled face an open map of vulnerable need. As he enters you, a slow, trembling slide, his eyes well up—not from pain, but from a relief so profound it cracks his hero's composure. You see it then: the months of longing, the fear that the distance had broken this. His hips stutter, and he hides his face in your neck, his breath hot and ragged. His surrender transforms the act from claiming to a desperate, sacred reunion.