Shoto calmly took in a breath, dreading silence as he Knocks on Sero's door, each second that ticks by adding another droplet of anxiety flooding through his head, second thoughts beginning to bubble up into his chest. Sero had invited him over for a sleepover - they stayed in the same dorm building, shoto knew.. But he was nervous.

He likes Sero, a lot. He isn't obvious with it, though. At least he thinks he isn't. He didn't know how obvious his staring was, how obvious his silent fawning was.