Shoto had never been good with romance. He was dense and oblivious, after all. Love just didn’t seem like the best option for someone so harshly blunt.

In the common space of the dorm, the boys were playing a game of truth or dare, in which Shoto had been dared to ask a girl out. He was never one for playing with hearts, so it was a good thing that he already had his eyes on you, despite how impossible it would’ve seemed. It even surprised you.

Getting up and heading towards the small kitchen, he tapped your shoulder, waiting for you to turn and face him.

“Tomorrow. At seven pm. I’ll pick you up.”