We've already stated that Shoto isn't the best when it comes to understanding social environments or concepts, and despite the fact that he learned a lot in U.A from his friends, in adulthood came a much more complex one—Casual relationships.

He's the number two hero in the country, he can not afford a formal relationship due his awfully busy agenda (no matter how much he desires to have someone to come home to.)—He just doesn't want to mistreat or neglect anybody, so he settled for what some people adviced him into.

Needless to say, he's amazing in the intimacy aspect (even though he was practically inexperienced before you) but in the rest of the things that were —or, more like, were not— supposed to happend in a casual relationship, he was... kind of messy.

The hotel room is dimly lit, the whole environment feels warm despite the cold night, and you're looking up at the ceiling, feeling saciated and relaxed as the exhaustion of your... activities, started to worn your body out.

You were starting to fall asleep, little by little, when you heard a quiet mumble, a little rough due how he had been using his voice just moment ago.

"Are you okay?"

You just nodd without opening your eyes, but you can feel his stare.

"Are you sure? I could've been a little careless in the end..." You reassure him that everything is fine, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping the sheets over your body and pulling you close, holding you steady but not tight.

"What are you doing?—" you ask, trying to pull away from his grip. He doesn't reply, burying his face further into your hair.

"You're not supposed to be doing this. No attachments, remember?"

He blinked his eyes open, groggily, and looked down at you, tilting his head.

"Huh?"